Jack hesitated slightly as he glanced at He-El, but ultimately chose not to persuade him any further.
He was just a mercenary. Since He-El no longer needed him, he could simply leave.
It was quite a pity that He-El and Lucy wanted to take on the gangsters by themselves...
Jack turned and knocked on the door of the luxurious suite across the hall. Ten mercenaries in black suits filed out from inside. Their leader approached He-El, opened a weapons case in his hands, and revealed T-13 grenades, two Beretta 92SB-F pistols, and four magazines.
"Take these. You'll need them in the fight later." He-El picked up the two Beretta 92SB-F pistols, removed the magazines to check that they were fully loaded, tucked all four magazines into his waistband, and tossed three T-13 grenades to Lucy.
Seeing that He-El and Lucy truly intended to face the overwhelming firepower of seventeen gangsters alone, Jack could not help reminding them again. "Are you sure, sir? This isn't a movie. The two of you will be shot full of holes by automatic rifles."
Jack had never seen anything this outrageous.
A frail young girl had just taken two FF33s and was about to face seventeen gangsters armed with automatic rifles alongside his employer.
And his employer was somewhat crazy too. He had asked him for two guns, magazines, and grenades, and he really planned to fight automatic rifles with her?
Jack simply could not understand it.
The thrills rich people sought were far too thrilling.
"It's fine, Jack. Go sit in the room and rest for a while. Once Lucy and I deal with them, you can leave, so you don't get caught in the crossfire."
He-El patted Jack on the shoulder, passed him, and headed down the corridor, speaking to Lucy as she