Your Boss Said That

Valentina chuckled but didn't respond to him. Instead, she looked at the thermos that he had brought. "Is this also new merchandise? A thermal bomb?" William laughed at her joke. "It's soup. But a thermal bomb is an interesting idea, worth giving a try." He opened the thermos as he spoke, "I asked the kitchen to prepare some chicken soup to replenish your strength. How's your wound doing?" Upon hearing those words, Luke, who was testing the feel of the handgun, immediately turned towards Valentina, and the barrel of the gun followed, pointing at Leonard. He asked, "Are you injured?" Leonard leaned back slightly, raising a finger to gently push the gun away, whispering as a warning, "It's loaded." Valentina replied, "Minor injury - recovering well. What about you?" William raised his arm slightly, "Not bad either." "I'll check on you later." "Okay." Luke was playing with the gun in his hands, and Leonard started a conversation with him, "Hey, we both broke our legs. How come you recover