I'm very lucky.
"I'm really fine!" Leng Zimo took off his shirt, and Jiao Yang looked worriedly at his back, only to see that the bullet lodged just at the edge of the bulletproof vest, its tip piercing the flesh, with blood oozing from the surface wound. If the bullet had shifted even slightly, it would have penetrated his body. Leng Zimo put his shirt back on, smiled at him, and said, "I'm very lucky!"
Seeing the smile on his face, Jiao Yang suddenly swung a fist, landing it hard on Leng Zimo's chest. "Why did you take the bullet for me? Didn't you consider that you might die? If you die, what about Xiao Qian?!"
Even though he had a bulletproof vest on, what about his head? If Luo Ke's shot had hit his head, he could have died!
Leng Zimo was unprepared and stepped back, collapsing onto the grass. A few of his men rushed over and grabbed Jiao Yang.
