In the square, Lynn earnestly extended his hand toward Raven and said:

"Let me apologize to you once more, Mr. Raven. No matter what, I've caused you and everyone a great deal of trouble. I will definitely work hard to make up for the mistakes I've made. Please believe me."

Right there in the empty square, Lynn stood before Raven with his legs spread apart.

His face wore an apologetic yet handsome expression as he sincerely reached out to Raven, hoping to receive forgiveness.

Raven took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said:

"Do you think you look very cool right now?"

Lynn was taken aback, then instinctively touched his cheek and said:

"Do I?"

Raven kept his eyes closed, his temples twitching audibly as he said:

"Then may I ask, why are you standing completely naked before me with your legs spread apart, reaching out your hand to me? Are you showing off your assets to me?"

...

A brief silence fell.

Under the dim lamplight, Lynn's long side profile cast an elongated shadow.

Lynn widened his eyes, turned his head to look at the male and female townsfolk in the distance who were also staring at him with wide eyes.

He also instinctively looked down.

...

Lynn immediately chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, saying: "Ah! Sorry, sorry! My clothes are all torn, so I accidentally exposed my weapon, hehehehe. But it's no problem."

Lynn raised a finger cheerfully and said:

"I don't feel particularly embarrassed."

...

The surrounding townsfolk all stood there dumbfounded, staring at Lynn who "didn't feel particularly embarrassed."

But they couldn't help feeling...

After he recovered, he seemed to have suddenly become completely different from before!

He was clearly still terrifying and crazily handsome earlier!

And also.

How could you possibly say something like "I don't feel particularly embarrassed" yourself!

The surrounding townsfolk were bursting with unspoken complaints but could only awkwardly cough and unnaturally turn their heads away.

They also felt that.

Staring directly at someone's completely naked body really wasn't a very appropriate thing to do.

Of course, it was unavoidable that a few girls couldn't help showing astonished expressions.

"Sorry, Mr. Raven, please wait two minutes. I'll go borrow some underwear to wear. Please remain calm."

Lynn sincerely expressed his inappropriate cheerfulness to Raven.

Then he immediately turned toward the group of extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed townsfolk.

"Everyone, may I ask..."

Lynn coughed and revealed a beaming smile.

...

A few minutes later.

Lynn walked back earnestly wearing shorts.

No one knew how Lynn managed to borrow a pair of shorts, nor did anyone know who found shorts to lend him in such a short time.

But when he appeared before Raven again, the crucial areas were already securely covered.

"Sorry, Mr. Raven."

Lynn quickly squatted down beside Raven.

He instinctively adjusted his non-existent monocle, looked at the wound on Raven's chest, and his eyes slightly reddened as he said:

"I shot you so many times earlier, making you bleed so much... I... I feel really bad about it."

Raven lay on the ground, trying hard to maintain a stern expression with closed eyes, saying:

"I don't want to see you right now. Get as far away from me as possible, understand?"

Lynn rubbed his eyes, shook his head, and said with difficulty:

"But I really feel terrible inside. If I just leave like this, I think I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life..."

Raven suddenly opened his eyes, annoyed:

"Then what do you want to do?!"

Click—

Lynn released the safety on his revolver.

Then he aimed it at his own chest, grabbed Raven's hand and placed it on the gun grip, saying seriously:

"How about you shoot me a few times too?"

Raven was stunned.

He looked at Black Skull in the distance, then at the empty space to his right, and said in astonishment:

"Are you sick?"

Bang—

A gunshot rang out.

A massive amount of blood immediately splattered all over Black Skull's head, and the people around were so startled they jumped, all staring over with wide eyes.

Raven stared in shock at his own finger that Lynn was pressing on the trigger.

"That..."

Bang—

Another gunshot rang out.

The second wave of blood splattered Black Skull again, drenching him completely.

Raven was horrified, trembling as he said:

"Enough! Enough! Enough already! Don't you push your luck..."

Bang—

Two consecutive gunshots.

Everyone around showed expressions of utter shock.

Black Skull, who had retreated to a distance, looked at himself covered in blood again with furious exasperation.

Raven moved his mouth, his mind buzzing, and stared blankly at him, saying:

"I think that's enough. If you're seeking my forgiveness... I... I forgive you, okay..."

He couldn't help feeling that this person seemed even more abnormal than when he was crazy.

Hearing Raven's forgiveness, Lynn finally showed a smile on his face and adjusted his non-existent monocle, saying:

"Thank you, thank you."

Just as Raven was gritting his teeth preparing to say something else.

Thump—

Lynn fell straight sideways beside him, eyes wide open, crimson blood spreading across the ground from his chest.

Raven lay there in a daze.

Beside him lay the young man who had collapsed.

It was as if he had only just realized.

That he should have long been completely exhausted, that the injuries the clown had endured were also borne by him, that his chest had actually already been turned into a sieve by his own gun.

But until now, he had felt like Lynn was some kind of immortal monster who, even after being shot full of holes, could still smile cheerfully and apologize and thank people as if nothing was wrong...

But in reality, he...

Had long been... pretty much dying...

He was just trying his best in his own way to dispel the fear he had brought to people...

Lynn lay on his side, his face filled with exhaustion and emptiness, and then his vision gradually blurred.

"Hey!! Hey!! Lynn!! Lynn!"

Only vaguely could he hear the urgent sounds of wind in his ears.

It was like...

A dream.

...

In the darkness.

A bright light seemed to illuminate his blurred vision.

Vaguely, he could see faces wearing plague doctor masks, appearing particularly illusory.

"Scalpel."

"Tweezers."

"Hemostatic agent."

Familiar terms kept coming to his ears, and his consciousness soon sank back into darkness.

And he didn't know how much time had passed.

Lynn finally opened his eyes blurrily, then sat up abruptly.

"You're awake?"

Raven's indifferent voice came from nearby.

He was startled, his vision gradually focusing as he turned his head and saw the Night Doctor wearing a plague doctor mask sitting on a stool not far away with legs crossed.

From the voice, he could tell that the person under the mask was likely Raven.

Lynn looked down at the suture thread on his chest, showed a surprised expression, found one end of the suture thread,

and instinctively pulled it out.

Smack—

A knuckle rap landed on his forehead.

[Ding! Your HP -1]

"What are you pulling randomly?! Hyperactive or something?!"

Raven said sternly with a detached expression.