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

Facing a man on the brink of death, Flora let out a light laugh and casually took off her mask. Her breathtaking beauty left everyone around stunned. "Flora!"

Andrew and the top brass of the Medical Organization nearly had their eyes pop out in disbelief. How could this be Flora? Wasn't she supposed to be dead? Not even a massive explosion managed to take her down!

Andrew's mind raced back to something Crimson had mentioned: the day the president of Club 257 returned would be the day they'd bring the Medical Organization to its knees. With Crimson here, it could only mean the president was back, and Flora was right there with her!

Andrew felt his head about to burst. "So, you're the president of Club 257!"

"Not too shabby, figuring that out," Crimson retorted with a smirk.

So, it was true-she really was the president! President S had always been shrouded in mystery, with countless factions eager to uncover her identity. Who would've thought the leader of the world's most formidable power was a young woman just in her twenties? Andrew, barely managing to keep his shock in check, declared, "Even if that's the case, you and Club 257 can't just topple the Medical Organization without lifting a finger!"

They might be going down, but they'd make sure to take some folks with them!

Flora chuckled softly. Impossible, you say? Well, it might just be possible.

She shot a glance at Jules, who instantly got the message and rubbed his hands together eagerly. They still had the poison gas they'd brought back from the island! Just a little would be enough to wreak havoc on the Medical Organization.

Andrew assumed Flora was bluffing until thick clouds of black fog began rolling in, growing denser until the entire Medical Organization was swallowed in darkness. Wherever the black fog reached, people went limp, their skin erupted in sores, and their orifices oozed with pus.

"Ah!" Andrew screamed, clutching his festering face, trying to flee, but escape was hopeless!

"Anyone wanting to live, come out and surrender. But if your surname's Zhang or you're part of the top brass, don't bother," Crimson announced cheerily.

At those words, a flood of people rushed to escape. They couldn't bear another moment in that hellhole!

Flora watched all this unfold with

calm resolve The poison gas served

two purposes: to minimize unnecessary casualties and to send a message-demonstrating their power. Just as Flora expected, countless factions had been

watching the Medical Organization.

When they saw that Club 257 had overpowered the Medical

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Organization without so much as a skirmish they broke out in a cold sweat. How had Club 257 developed such a potent weapon so quickly? Who would dare oppose Club 257 now?

...

The chaos at the Medical Organization was soon under control. The poison gas wouldn't kill, but it made life unbearable.

Andrew and the other top brass lay on the ground, barely human. Their bodies were bloody, skin completely rotted, bones visible beneath.

"Flora, sweetheart, why don't you

head back to the plane and wait?

Crimson suggested, not wanting Flora to see such carnage, especially since she was still recovering.

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Before Flora could answer, Beck hurried over with a smartphone. "Ms. Flora! Check out Twitter!"

What was going on with Twitter? Flora took the phone, curiosity piqued.

The first thing she saw was a bold headline: "Memorial for World Champion Flora on the Seventh Day After Her Death."

Flora: "."