The Three Brothers lay on the ground, slowly climbing to their feet, hurting like hell.
Rat Head stood in the middle, and he was not having an easy time either.
Lu Chengwen got up and smiled. "Old man, at your age, you should stop copying others by flying so high. It's a huge burden on the heart."
Long Aotian sneered as well. "That sudden temperature change must have sent the old man's blood pressure through the roof, huh?"
Zhao Ritian clapped his hands. "So that's it! Strike while he's sick and take his life! Let's keep up the momentum and gang up on the old man!"
Rat Head leaned on his staff-blade, and he really had begun to pant.
He had not fully recovered to begin with. Zhao Ritian had screwed him over, leaving his injuries unhealed. Who the hell knew why these little brats had become so powerful after disappearing for a while?
Had he been at full strength, he could have taken them down with certainty. But now, even Zhao Ritian's heavy blows had begun to pose a threat. Blocking them required focus and cost him strength.
Three vicious dogs ganging up on him... the outcome really was anyone's guess.
Besides... Lu Chengwen, Long Aotian, and Zhao Ritian absolutely could not be treated like ordinary children. They could pull off moves and tactics that left people scrambling.
But this was a deserted island. It was a life-or-death situation.
None of them had anywhere left to retreat.
Just as the Three Brothers were about to make their move, a rescue helicopter flew in from the distance.
Huo Corporation Group's mobilization capability was terrifyingly efficient. Before Huo Wenting's plane had even reached home, the rescue team had already set out.
Lu Chengwen rolled up his sleeves. "Let's finish him quickly."