"Why? He'll wake up soon." Mu Tou couldn't comprehend Elvis' words.
"I understand how you feel, but…it's pointless. The correct choice now is to fire up a flare for the medics. They can safely evacuate him."
"No, he will be fine," Mu Tou couldn't accept that his brother in adversity would just inexplicably collapse here, "I believe he will get up soon."
"Get a grip. He's already been eliminated. We have no choice. Whether we leave him or take him with us, he's out."
Mu Tou licked his dry lips, no longer speaking. Elvis deeply understood his sentiment; Xia Xinru's situation was not much different from theirs.
