Brando's vision went dark as he soaked in the icy river, his mind dazed.
Looking at the hand Huang Ji extended from within the light, he felt the urge to follow someone for the first time.
The physical and mental pressure and torment had nearly driven him to collapse. Huang Ji's invitation at this moment was like a ray of light shining into his dark heart.
What shattered his composure even more was Brandy reaching out with unfocused eyes.
Huang Ji pulled Brandy from the water, felt him over, and said, "ruptured spleen, stomach bleeding, excessive blood loss, plus spinal dislocation... It wasn't easy holding on this long. You'll be fine. You won't die."
Brando's lips twitched. In the end, he could only admit dejectedly that he could not run anymore.
Whether it was the overwhelming difference in strength or Brandy's injuries, neither allowed him to escape again.
Huang Ji's medical skills had already been displayed on Saint Qing Island. Now, he was probably the only one who could save Brandy.
Brandy needed treatment.
"He's just a weak follower. You'll spare him, right?" Brando asked.
"Of course. Come up too. Are you planning to stay soaked in the water?" Huang Ji extended his hand again.
"I can still move!" Brando did not take his hand. Instead, he kicked off with his feet, burst from the water, braced himself against the side of the boat, and leaped onto the deck.
With a splash, Brando boarded Huang Ji's ship.
Huang Ji placed Brandy on the sofa and treated him with complete focus.
Brando wanted to follow and watch, but several powerful people around him stepped forward, their muscles tense as they watched him like tigers eyeing prey.
He swept his gaze over them. Every one of them had once been a Messiah