Resting on the recliner for a while.
The faint smell of alcohol permeated the hospital air.
"The Sand Dust Organization went to such great lengths today, with more than a dozen assassins, four cars, and even a light machine gun..." Matthew wiped his face and shook his head in self-mockery: "They really think highly of me…"
Reflecting on the earlier assassination attempt, he still felt shaken.
During the hail of bullets, if even one bullet had hit a vital point, Matthew would have been killed on the spot.
He's just an ordinary person, not a boxer like Casio whose body exceeds human limits, nor even an assassin like Violet who has had some combat training. Facing a full-scale assassination like this, he was naturally terrified.
