Chapter 447

"How about I come with you tomorrow?" Mateo suggested, feeling uneasy. "Absolutely not!" Frank rejected sharply. "Remember your place—you're a doctor. Stay at the camp and wait for my good news." … The next morning, Frank and his team set out at dawn. They didn't return until mid-afternoon at around three or four. Just as feared, Frank was injured. A bullet had torn through his left shoulder, leaving him drenched in blood. It was a sight so horrific that it sent a chill through everyone who saw him. The team also brought back over ten captives. Mateo had been waiting at the camp gate, and when he finally saw Frank return alive, he let out a deep sigh of relief. Everyone passing by gave him a thumbs-up, calling Frank a real man and a true warrior. Mateo couldn't help but feel amused and exasperated. Among the captured criminals, one face struck him as familiar. Arriving in the medical room, Mateo tended to Frank's wound and asked, "Were all these captives drug dealers?" "Not all