Chen Mo naturally heard the sound coming from the mechanism clearly, and he immediately curled his lip.
He understood why Jackson had stepped forward voluntarily to be cannon fodder. But understanding did not mean approval. Still, no matter what, this fellow was risking his life as cannon fodder. Aside from a little admiration, Chen Mo mostly felt indifferent.
After all, he was just there as a bystander. Whether the white-skinned man lived or died had nothing to do with him. Of course, after traveling together for so long, he had formed at least a bit of camaraderie with this white-skinned man named Jackson.
So Chen Mo secretly decided that if this fellow was injured later, he would save him if he could. If not, then so be it. But he would definitely fulfill what he had promised him: after getting out, he would find his wife and deliver the compensation money or any other money to her.
Thus, watching Jackson's movements, Chen Mo could not help thinking, Brother Jackson, go without worry. Once I get out, I'll remember to deliver your family's compensation, as well as the treasures you left behind, to your wife and daughter. I will definitely keep this promise properly.
Naturally, Jackson had no idea that Chen Mo behind him was thinking such things. If he had known, he might have coughed up blood and died from anger already. At the moment, he was still sweating profusely as he turned the mechanism.
Even the slightest sound from the mechanism placed immense pressure on his nerves. It could be said that whenever there was a sound, not only did his heart tremble, everyone else's did too. They all feared that the mechanism would trigger another event that everyone dreaded.
When Jackson twisted it clockwise, it made a "Click!"