Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 305

Chapter 305

A young man frantically wiped his face, greasy soup running down from his hair. He was about to lose his mind!

"Lance! Damn it, stop acting like you're all that! What did I even say? Who in the base hasn't talked like this behind others' backs? Following someone around for days, you've sure gotten bolder, daring to dump hot soup over my head!"

Lance looked at him coldly, his somewhat chubby face filled with anger. "You owe me an apology!"

"Apologize my ass! You're just asking for it!"

The young man, unable to contain his fury, swung his fist towards Lance.

Although he wasn't considered very strong in the base, he was more than a match for Lance.

Lance had humiliated him in front of so many people; he was determined to make Lance kneel and beg for mercy!

As the young man's fist approached, the only thought in Lance's mind was how slow and weak the punch was.

His opponent was so weak that Lance didn't even bother to move.

Thinking Lance was too scared to even dodge, the young man grew even more arrogant.

A look of disdain flashed in Hank's eyes.

Scared stiff just like that?

With such meager skills, and still dreaming of beating him in the trial match. three days later?

Ridiculous.

The young man's fist was just half a finger's width away from Lance's face!

Seeing him still not dodging, everyone panicked.

Lance was well-liked in the base, treated like a younger brother by everyone;

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they couldn't just watch him get hit.

Just as they were about to step in and help, Lance finally moved.

He lazily raised his hand, not even bothering to look directly at the young man, but his grip on the young man's fist was precise and firm.

It seemed effortless, yet the young man showed a painful expression.

"Ouch, ouch, let go!"

The young man felt like his bones were about to be crushed. He struggled to pull his hand away, but Lance's grip was incredibly strong, tightly holding his hand, making it impossible to withdraw. "Hank, help!" The young man screamed loudly.

Hank's eyes narrowed slightly. He disdained to intervene, feeling Lance wasn't worthy of being his opponent.

But since the young man was his, and with so many onlookers, it reflected badly on him to have the young man suffer humiliation at Lance's hands.

Hank reached out to grab the young man's arm, his strength more than enough to pull the young man's hand from Lance's grip, but it felt as if the young man's hand was shackled by iron, impossible to withdraw.

Hank's gaze hardened as he finally took Lance seriously.

A chill passed through his eyes, and Hank swiftly moved to strike at Lance's chest!

Lance dodged swiftly, then countered with a punch, striking hard at Hank's

chest!

Hank's expression changed as he stumbled back to dodge.

Lance's punch barely missed Hank's chest, but it shocked everyone present!

Everyone knew what Lance used to be like; he stood no chance against Hank, who could send him flying with a single punch.

But now, Lance was able to dodge Hank's attack and almost land a punch on Hank!

Hank was utterly astonished, clutching his slightly numb chest, his eyes wide

with disbelief.

"Hank...did you pull your punches?"

The young man, also startled, asked Hank instinctively.

Other than Hank holding back, he couldn't imagine any other possibility!

Could it be that Lance had transformed so much in just a short period?

Hearing the young man's question, Hank's expression darkened further, his mind a tumultuous sea. Stabilizing his mind, he glared at Lance with disdain. "It seems you've put in quite the effort over these ten days, wanting to beat me. But you're still too weak. With your little strength, you think you can win against me? Ridiculous! You don't even deserve to stay in the base. In the trial match three days from now, I'll personally see you expelled!"

With that, Hank turned and strode away.

The

young man and Hank's few followers quickly followed.

"Lance! You were amazing! You've changed so much!"

"Tell me! What did you do these past days? Did you go through some secret. training?"

"To improve so much in such a short time, did the boss give you special treatment?"

Everyone crowded around Lance, their faces filled with excitement.

Lance's change was so dramatic, they wouldn't have believed it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

"Excuse me."

Colton squeezed through the crowd, placing two dinner plates on the table. with an indifferent expression, scanning the excited group, clearly indicating it was time to eat and for the irrelevant people to leave. Knowing Colton's temperament, no one dared stay any longer, leaving reluctantly.

Lance turned to Colton, asking, "Baker, how did I do just now?"

His youthful face flushed with excitement, he loved the feeling just

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experienced.

He now had strength, no longer easily underestimated, capable of protecting. others instead of always being protected.

"Not bad."

Colton uttered two words, but the corners of his lips involuntarily curled up.

Lance became even happier. "Then Baker, let's eat quickly and head back to the training ground!"

"Alright," Colton responded.

In the distance, the Chief of the Enforcement Hall watched Lance, thoughtful.

He had witnessed the entire scene and was amazed by Lance's

transformation.

He was curious about what Flora had done to achieve such rapid progress in just ten days.

Everything would become clear on the day of the trial match.