After half an hour, Dylan had managed to recover somewhat. His wounds in the back closed up but they still left some small scars.
Since the majority of the medicine was used to tend to his severe flesh wounds on the back and his open wounds all over his body, the fractures that he endured needed to be still tended for.
'I still have a lot of fractures but at least I no longer have and open wound' Dylan thought as he stood up.
"Thank you, Victoria." Dylan bowed in thanks.
"It's nothing." Victoria also accepted his bow.
Dylan and stepped toward the center of the clearing, his dark pupils locking onto the broken gang leader struggling to sit up.
"Now then," Dylan said smoothly, his voice cutting through the ambient hushes of the crowd. "Regarding our double-or-nothing bet."
Darren sat in the mud, staring at his trembling, bloodied hands. The shattered pieces of his ego lay scattered around him.
