"You… your wound..."

Megan walked up to Darryl quickly. She asked about his wound anxiously.

"It's okay." Darryl shook his head, looking relaxed.

In fact, he was just holding the pain in.

His wound was affected when he wielded the Bloody Drinking Sword earlier, he was in a lot of pain.

Megan nodded and said nothing more. She still looked very worried through her eyes when she took the little girl into the car.

The moment Darryl got into his car, he felt a burst of unbearable pain spread from his shoulder. He cursed silently. The bullet was stuck in his wound for a long time. If he did not get it out in time, he might lose too much blood.

Instead of starting the car engine, he untied the cloth wrapped around his shoulder and used his internal energy to force the bullet out.

When the bullet popped out of his wound, Darryl quivered in pain. His forehead was covered with sweat! ‘F*ck! Fortunately, I became a cultivator. Otherwise, I might be incapacitated if the bullet is left in