521 Rhehan's child...

The saviour man with the painted face, looked for another one hour around the crowded beach, but could not spot the man holding the gun. He sighed angrily and finally took a taxi back to his hotel room, clentching his shoulder with his other hand, trying to stop the bleeding.

His shoulder was constantly bleeding, due to the impact of the sharp bullet. It was not just any normel bullet, but a bullet used by sharp and expert shooters, that is why is managed to penetrate a bit in his shoulder. A nrmel bullet would not havd dond this much damange to him. 

"You look hurt sir. Do you want me to take you to a hospital?" The taxi driver asked, looking at the man's bleeding arm, from the rear mirror.

"Ah! No! It is fine. Just a minor scratch. I have a first aid box in my room. I will do it myself." The man with painted face replied calmly amd casually.

"Do it yourself?" The taxi driver asked in a stunned voice.