Marcus holstered his gun, deciding to spare the man’s life. After all, with his legs wounded, he would likely pose no further threat.

Marcus’ gaze shifted to Millie, her appearance disheveled, dust-covered, and with red marks on her neck. He couldn’t help but feel regretful that he hadn’t arrived sooner to protect her.

Gazing at the wound on Roland’s thigh, Millie expressed her concern.

“Roland, I’ll take you to the hospital.” He was injured because of her.

Roland remained lying there, his eyes appearing distant, almost as if he was disconnected from the pain. This marked his first encounter with a real gun, and it happened to be in the possession of Millie’s husband.

Can regular people own a gun?

Roland found himself grappling with acute discomfort, his brow beading with perspiration, yet he remained resolute, suppressing the instinct to vocalize his anguish. With unyielding determination,

you? Not a moan escaped your lips, even

binding the wound concluded,

Roland proclaimed with a swelling sense of pride, “It’s but a trifling matter. A mere nibble is akin to

and observing his countenance contorted by

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head, exiting the room with a benevolent smile, as Millie entered to take

extend my apologies. Your sacrifice in my stead

night, his

I am well. Adversity is a mere companion on the path of gallant men, Scars, in essence, are the medals

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