In the few minutes before the show began, the door which was meant to be locked was pushed open. A sturdy-looking young man, wearing a vest, supported an elderly person and found a seat in the back row of the cruise ship battle arena.
"Master—"
Luo Tiangang spread the blanket that hung on his arm over the elderly man's lap.
The old man's crooked mouth moved slightly, "I can manage."
For someone that Luo Tiangang would call Master, it could only be Huang He.
Huang He had deteriorated.
In the past year, he had fallen seriously ill twice, once with a myocardial infarction, and once with a stroke.
After the second stroke, he became partially paralyzed. Although treatment allowed him to barely stand, he needed assistance or a cane for normal walking.
