Fatty wore a grimace.
He flailed his hand about, trying to cover the sources of his pain. However, his injuries were all on his back; despite struggling, he couldn't reach them and reluctantly dropped his hand.
He coughed a few times and began to speak, "Once, my dad took me to a fortune teller... That charlatan told me I definitely wouldn't die a natural death. He said I'd die on a very long, very, very long vehicle..."
"COUGH, COUGH. I didn't believe him back then... I kicked him right out the door. But now, it looks like I might've misunderstood him, hahaha...."
Gu Mian turned Fatty onto his side. "Just shut up."
Besides several arrows, two fresh bullet holes now marred Fatty's back, near his left lung and not far from his heart.
Gu Mian had witnessed the power of these guns before. He suspected Fatty's left lung had been obliterated, and the nearby arteries were likely damaged as well.
Fresh blood gushed out, pooling on the ground.
