Rookies, Weaklings, Bunkers, Too Cool

The bullet had only brushed past Matt's thigh and hadn't lodged in his leg, which was lucky.

Luke quickly cleaned and bandaged Matt's wound.

The side effect of such efficient actions was that it hurt like hell.

Matt couldn't help but grunt as cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Luke, however, didn't let him go. While cleaning his wound, he didn't forget to mock him. "It's good that it hurts now. If you really die, you won't feel pain anymore. I don't know what you're thinking, but you still dare to come out when there's a bounty of ten million on you. There are at least a hundred hitmen in New York waiting for a walking treasury like you to appear."

Even though Matt was grimacing in pain, his attention was still caught by the words. "A bounty?"