"Help!"
"Help!"
A mournful, drawn-out cry for help rang out.
In the distance, in the direction the Transformed had retreated.
A figure staggered into view.
It was Wang Shengnan.
She was being carried on the back of a delicate-looking, baby-faced young man.
Both of them were bleeding.
The man, especially, was covered in wounds.
"Wang Shengnan?"
Ji Min's expression shifted slightly.
The others exchanged looks.
Wang Shengnan was the strongest of the Capital's younger generation.
For even her to be injured this badly showed how terrifying the Transformed were.
"Help... save her."
Coughing up blood, the man walked up to Little White Tiger.
His legs buckled, and he fell to his knees.
Ignoring his own injuries entirely, he pleaded, "Please, save her."
"She was injured trying to save me. Save her. As long as you can save her, my... my life, Su Wanfang's life, is yours."
His voice was low, but his gaze was firm.
Little White Tiger was momentarily dazed.
Ji Min leaned close to Little White Tiger's ear and whispered, "He's a kid from the Su Family of the Su Residence. They're a second-tier force in the Dragon Kingdom."
It wasn't that he didn't want to help.
It was that not one person in Old Ninth's group knew how to heal.
Mad Brother Gou, the strongest healer, hadn't come in at all.
Previously, when the brothers got hurt, their approach was simple: tough it out.
When Little White Tiger still gave no reply.
Wang Shengnan raised her head with difficulty, her bloodstained black hair stuck to her face, and shook her head in her sorry state. "Don't... don't beg him."
"No... if you die, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life. Little White Tiger, I'm begging you."
Without another word, Su Wanfang began banging his forehead