As sweat dripped down his neck and heavily splashed onto the ground, he persevered, seemingly determined to exhaust every last ounce of his strength.
Not until half an hour later did the last strong man finally fall to the ground, unable to get up. Stuart Truman stepped forward and stomped on the man's wrist, easily breaking it.
Meanwhile, Joshua Sulliven, shaking on the verge of collapse, struggled for a while before finally giving in.
Stuart Truman hurried forward to catch him and helped him into a black Volkswagen. He then slammed the steering wheel and sped off in the direction of the Imperial Dynasty.
Early the next morning, Joshua Sulliven was still deep in a comatose sleep, sinking into the comfort of the big bed. It seemed as if her scent still lingered in the surroundings.
Stuart Truman stood in the outer room, speaking with the doctor, "Why has the Young Master not awakened yet?"
