Mu Haixin's body did not collapse. A hand caught his arm.
"Senior Brother Haixin, you've worked hard!"
Fang Mo supported Mu Haixin, his face full of concern. A thread of spiritual power silently entered Mu Haixin's body to examine his injuries.
Mu Haixin looked weakly at Fang Mo and revealed a faint smile. "Chief, I have let you down. I did not properly complete the task you entrusted to me. We encountered a storm and lost quite a few people. Please punish me, Chief!"
Even now, he was still thinking about responsibility. Fang Mo had asked the two brothers to escort the people of the Galactic Alliance, yet they had lost twenty or thirty people. He felt unable to answer to Fang Mo, because these people were Fang Mo's clansmen.
At that moment, Mu Haichao landed before Fang Mo. He respectfully bowed, then rushed to speak.
"Chief, this is my fault. I failed to protect them. If you wish to punish someone, punish me. My elder brother already did everything he could. He was even severely injured while searching for reinforcements!"
Mu Haixin glared at his younger brother and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? If we failed, then we failed!"
"Oh!"
Mu Haichao clearly listened to his elder brother. He immediately lowered his head.
"Senior Brothers, you did very well. Who said anything about punishing you?" Fang Mo looked up at the Galactic Alliance's group. Of nearly a hundred people, sixty or seventy still remained. Being able to preserve them was already proof that Mu Haixin had done an excellent job.
The two men could not help but relax. They had always felt that Fang Mo was forceful, so they had been somewhat worried.
"Senior Brother Haixin, your injuries are serious. Let me treat you." As Fang Mo