There was no going back. The path they had taken might well be a one-way road! That was what Jackson thought, and what most of them believed now.
Chen Mo had not expected Jackson to say that, but he did not argue. He felt that Jackson was basically right. Since entering the Underground Space, he had felt that these mercenaries were cannon fodder—cannon fodder sent to die.
If they were not cannon fodder, why would the Ability Users bring these mercenaries along? Ability Users were called superhumans because they were far stronger than Ordinary Persons, so why would they need mercenaries to explore with them? Were they not simply here to trigger traps?
More than a hundred people had entered, but only a little over twenty remained. A hundred mercenaries had already died on the road ahead. It could be said that in the Underground Space, a mercenary's corpse lay every short distance they traveled.
So when Jackson said there might not be a future, it really might not have been nonsense!
Some people saw things very clearly! Well, no, it should be said that no one was stupid. Even if they were stupid, by the time they reached this point, they should have understood that they, the mercenaries, were nothing but cannon fodder.
"Since you already know you might not be able to return, and that this could be a one-way road, why did you pack so much gold in your backpack?" Chen Mo asked, somewhat speechless as he pointed at Jackson's backpack.
This fellow's backpack had become stuffed and bloated. No matter how much of a headache Jackson had gotten in the gold cave, he had still taken quite a few Gold Artifacts afterward. His backpack had long since exceeded its weight limit. Chen Mo had tested it