Chapter 117: Like Moths to a Flame

The bald man lay on the ground silent and breathless, the air faintly tinged with the smell of blood that made his legs weak, nearly too afraid to confirm what happened.

Struggling to his companion's side, Fletcher Kinney trembled incessantly, bending over with difficulty. He carefully reached out to check for his breath...

The faint sound of breathing let the breath he'd been holding escape, and Fletcher Kinney sat down on the ground, gasping for air.

He was still alive...

He nearly burst into tears.

But what was the source of that smell of blood?

Fletcher Kinney tensed slightly and began searching his companion's body, quickly finding sticky blood on his leg.

Could it be that the gunshot only hit his leg?

Looking at the unconscious bald man, as the man laughed and laughed, he finally couldn't hold back his tears.

In his life, when had he ever been so terrified?

Who exactly was that man, who the hell was he?!