Enna's hand clenched involuntarily, and she almost couldn't help but stand up!
She was the one who applied medicine to Baron Lawrence's wounds, and no one knew better than her how seriously injured he was. Despite the pain from his old and new injuries combined, he was crawling on the cement ground, using his abdominal strength to move forward. Enna clenched her fists, unable to describe the feeling in her heart.
Even if it wasn't her who was crawling, she could imagine how painful it must be.
Her eyes were fixed on the man who moved like the wind, showing no sign of pain. She watched as he crawled towards the bus, leaped up like a cheetah and threw the smoke bomb through the window. He was the first to climb into the bus, his movements quick and agile!
Gunshots were heard from inside.
Enna knew it was a drill, and no casualties were possible, yet she couldn't help but clasp her hands, gripping her bag's strap tightly, her knuckles turning white.
