The smoke finally dispersed, moonlight sprinkled on the mountain road in the Eastern Madre Mountains.
White Bear crouched down to bandage the Queen's wounds.
The Queen's cheek was grazed by a stray bullet, leaving behind a three-centimeter long blood trail.
"Suka! I don't know if it will leave a scar!"
"No worries, baby, even if you scar, I'll love you just the same."
"Bugger off! It's not your face that's ruined, of course, you can make light of it!"
"In that case, how about I take a knife and cut myself, you on the left, me on the right..."
"Pfft—"
The Queen was amused to laughter.
"I'm saying, can you two not flaunt your love here? Could you consider our feelings a bit?"
Hunter stood aside, smoking and looking disgusted.
Jiang Feng ran over to report to Song Heping: "Boss, they're all tied up."
"How many casualties do we have?" asked Song Heping.
