The young man lying on the ground clutched his thigh and screamed miserably. Out of the three bullets, one went astray, and the remaining two pierced into his thigh, causing a through-and-through injury.
This was mainly because the young man didn't have much body fat, and his muscle fibers weren't strong enough, allowing the bullet to easily tear through a thin layer of flesh and exit the other side.
"Lucky guy!" Lynch lowered his gun, "Your god is watching over you, granting you good fortune. I pardon you."
The bullet did not hit the bone; if it had, it would have lodged in the bone rather than passing through and falling out. Although this flesh wound looked terrifying—and indeed it was—it wasn't troublesome.
As long as the wound was treated properly, he would recover in no time.
The young man struggled for a while, and his screams gradually faded. He was sweating profusely, supported by others to stand up.
