Inside a rented warehouse in Brooklyn, Huang Ji was urgently treating a large number of wounded people.
Sophia and the others stepped forward to help, tending to some of the lightly injured trainees.
After two hours of nonstop work, Huang Ji was nearing his physical limit. He sat cross-legged on the sofa to rest.
He was exhausted. Although he could use Information Shielding to squeeze out the last trace of his strength, a limit was still a limit. He could not keep moving without restraint forever.
At nine in the evening, Nuoqila, Evil Dragon, and Alan arrived to meet up after confirming they had shaken off all their pursuers.
Huang Ji looked at Nuoqila, then at the weather outside the window. It was clear and dry, with an east wind.
He nodded, gave Lin Li a few instructions, and then fell asleep directly.
"With so many people, we're too conspicuous. Believe me, even though we've been careful enough, the Illuminati will find us sooner or later."
"We have to decide immediately where to go next," Nuoqila said.
As everyone discussed it, Evil Dragon wanted to wake Huang Ji and have him join the discussion.
By now, Huang Ji's words carried more and more weight in everyone's eyes.
Production machines, extraordinary combat power—they had gained so much in such a short time, and all of it had come from Huang Ji.
Settling so many people was a major issue. As for where they should go next, they wanted to hear Huang Ji's opinion.
However, Lin Li stopped Evil Dragon and said, "Big Brother is resting. Don't disturb him."
"But we need to leave New York as soon as possible," Evil Dragon said.
Lin Li replied calmly, "Big Brother said you can decide for yourselves. There's no need to ask for his