Chapter 102

On the plane, Di Mo leaned on the chair's back after seeing so, and the hand holding Lily's squeezed a few times before he shut his eyes, the hot feeling in his leg slowly spreading. Those black coloured pants couldn't absorb too much of the warmth, and as the warm and watery feeling permeated his pant leg, it slowly dripped drop after drop onto the cabin floor.

"Overlord, your leg…"

"The overlord's injured…"

Amidst the disorder Di Mo held Lily as he slowly dozed off. A bullet had penetrated his leg in the moment that he had jumped down from the plane. How many years had it been since he was last injured? To actually get wounded today, was simply too hard to come by.