"Don't worry, I will not let you die before you've paid everything back."
"I guarantee! You should trust my medical skills quite a bit, right?" There was a playful curve of his eyebrows and eyes. Extremely attractive.
With a dagger located in his hands, a look of confusion emerged on Mu Lin's face as he looked at him, "Oh, right, there's something else I need to tell you beforehand."
"You know, finding a gun isn't easy, so I guess I'll have to substitute those hollows with this dagger." Mu Lin was clearly lying through his teeth.
Whether it was him or Jing Chen, didn't they both have guns strapped at their waists? Those were the things they carried around on a regular basis.
However… Mu Lin felt that a bullet would only cause pain once it entered, but a dagger was different. A stab, followed by a pull-out - it was like two pains combined into one. Therefore, why should he do something so disadvantageous?
This was so unlike him.
Ten holes, fifty-six wounds.