Kevan put his hand down, as if he had figured something out.
Maher and Joka watched him from the side, feeling a bit distressed. No matter what, Kevan was still their companion. For the young ones, this separation seemed somewhat cruel. They had all thought about it: if Kevan couldn't leave, they would stay.
At worst, none of them would get out.
Maher even thought darkly that perhaps Brand would also stay. He had seen the young man's difficult choice. If such a big shot—Brand had already fully met the standard of a big shot in his heart—stayed here with him, then what was the big deal if they all stayed?
But Kevan remained silent. The skinny boy was quiet for a moment, as if he had made some sort of determination.
He stood up, raised the card in his hand again, and then threw it far away. "Sir, catch it!" Kevan looked at Brand and shouted with all his might.
Brand turned around, looking over with surprise.
"Are you crazy?" Maher was completely stunned by Kevan's actions.
