Thomas shook his head and glanced at his bleeding wound. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. We need to find a place to stop the car. I have to get the bullet out.”

“Get the bullet out?”

Olivia was stunned to hear that. Should they not go to the hospital then? Why did it sound like he planned on taking it out himself?

He pulled the car to a stop at a rather secluded spot and wound up the windows. The car’s windows were so heavily tinted that no one standing outside would be able to see what was happening inside. He then found a paring knife and grabbed a lighter to sterilize it with.

“Do you know who they are? They were driving a Cadillac,” he asked.

“A Cadillac?”

She frowned upon hearing that as her face clouded over.

“I think they are part of the same group.”

“Do you know who they are?” he repeated.

“I don’t. However, before they appeared, there was a time when I clocked out of work late and had to drive home by myself. They followed me throughout the entire drive and only left when I managed to call my family who then sent some men to escort me home.”

That incident had happened quite a while ago, so she had only assumed it was a coincidence. She had not expected them to appear in her life again.

She did not know them at all, so why did they want to kill her?

He nodded and kept quiet. The knife was nearly sterilized. Without hesitation, he swiftly stabbed the knife into his wound.

“Aah!”

when she saw what

are you doing? Are you crazy? Stop! Let’s get it taken care of

she had seen people on television do that before, it was still horrifying to

on his

Clink!

it fell to the floor. With unusually steady hands, he then dressed the wound with a bandage before wiping away

familiar with doing this. After all, in the eight years he had spent in the military,

“Time

started toward

bullet with a knife was too much for her, but

shot there! Was that all? Is that really… okay? Would the wound be infected? What

let’s go to the

just an ordinary gunshot wound. While his method might have been crude, it was

for long enough, one could learn how to cure their own illnesses.

to the hospital, even if the doctors would merely smear some antiseptic on

her to ever find another driver who would be willing to take

anyone else, especially a

turn the car around to drive to the hospital. Once his wound was properly cleaned and dressed, they set off once

to pick me up early,” she gently

at

no hurry, he drove back home at a leisurely pace

obnoxious. It was past ten, yet

Do they own the roads just because they can drive luxury cars?” he grumbled as he put

“Wait, no!”

that had driven next

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