From a close distance, it's clear that the driver's hand has a layer of white calluses.
It's not the calluses left from moving heavy objects on the palm and fingers, but rather a hard layer of keratinized skin covering the web of the thumb and the pad of the index finger.
These calluses are very distinctive and rare.
"Gun calluses?"
Bald had seen similar calluses on Brother Hao's personal bodyguard. That bodyguard was a retired officer from a high-ranking special forces unit in the Myanmar army.
He was one of Brother Hao's toughest and most capable fighters.
Brother Hao's trust in him was no less than in himself, and the annual bonuses and allowances alone could buy a Ferrari.
At a dinner table, he once casually said—at least several hundred thousand rounds of bullets must be fired like water to leave such marks on the gun-wielding hand.
With such a background, how could he possibly be a coward?
