Two hours later, Brandon finally returned, bringing with him an astonishing haul.
Behind him, his men carried a full dozen beasts a lot like the American bison on their backs as if the massive beasts weighed nothing at all.
The sight immediately drew the attention of the survivors.
"Just how strong are these people?"
"That doesn't surprise me at all."
"Ross Oakley lived an extravagant and incredibly successful life back on Earth. It looks like he's no different in this alien world."
"Look at those bison! A single one should take several people to move, yet they're carrying them like sacks of grain!"
"I want to join his group too!"
The crowd buzzed with excitement and envy as they watched Brandon's team casually unload their catch.
The display of strength was enough to make many people reconsider their future plans.
In this unfamiliar world filled with uncertainty and danger, strength meant survival.
And Ross Oakley possessed plenty of it.
