Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Chapter 309

Large beads of sweat trickled down Hank’s forehead, stinging his eyes as they fell. After a grueling ten–minute standoff, Hank was drenched, his throat dry and his tongue parched. He knew he couldn’t outlast Lance in this endurance. test. The longer the deadlock, the worse it got for him. With a sudden burst of resolve, Hank decided to go for a quick and decisive strike, launching an

all–out attack.

was no stranger to combat. He had a wealth of experience, while Lance, if you counted, only had Freddy as a notable opponent. Hank’s moves were varied and unpredictable, throwing Lance off his game at first. His responses

catch on to Hank’s tactics, countering each move with pinpoint precision. Against such overwhelming strength, all of Hank’s tricks were useless. After several exchanges, Hank took a

him, and seeing him humiliated brought cheers from the crowd. They shouted for Lance to teach him a lesson and kick him. out of

felt like a heavy stone crashing into his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. His chest was filled

fought tooth and nail for his position, while Lance, considered a nobody, was pampered by everyone. Now, even the boss. seemed

join the Enforcement, even if it meant sacrificing himself. With a cold glint in his eyes, Hank suddenly leaped up, aiming a punch at Lance’s face. His energy was spent, making

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which held two silver needles. The needles were nearly

eyes.

and competitors had to fight unarmed. Before entering the stage, contestants. were supposed to leave all weapons behind. However, Hank’s silver needles. were so small they went undetected during the inspection. The staff hadn’t anticipated someone being bold enough

delaying his reaction. The needles grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody trail. Lance quickly grabbed Hank’s arms, breaking them with force, then delivered a knee to Hank, forcing him to

to launch a sneak attack, he had ruined his future. The Enforcement would

on Lance’s injuries and to give Hank a harsh lesson. “Lance, are you alright? I hope your face isn’t ruined,” Jason said,

bloody, a terrifying sight. “I’m fine,” Lance said, his voice soft. “It’s just a scratch.”