In less than an hour last night, Anselm was saved by a bodyguard. For a man like him, if this small wound was treated in time, he would have nothing serious.

Shane knew he was pretending to be in a coma.

Mr. Benedict spoke softly. "Anselm doesn't understand. Luckily you don't have any big problems. I'll punish him later."

"Dad."

Anselm was very dissatisfied.

Based on what does he deserve to be punished? He's just a little unlucky.

He wished the other bullet had hit Shane's heart or ...