"Zander, take Daniel downstairs first."
Sean, who had given the order, looked at the others present.
"You too. You're not official employees yet. But you get a day's pay for every day you train. You can leave any time you can't handle the training.
"If you make it through training, your pay will be doubled. Only your abilities and progress matter here."
As soon as Sean said this, the eyes of the people present were instantly filled with enthusiasm.
"Well, is anyone willing to give it a shot with me?"
The security guards took a step back. The Brown brothers had lost so badly. They would only be defeated if they tried.
Sean added, "I meant all of you can strike together."
"What?"
"Really? Did I hear it right?"
Everyone present was shocked again when they heard that.
After all, quantitative change would lead to qualitative change. No matter how weak the 100 men were, they were more than what three masters could handle.
Sean replied, "That's right. The condition is the same as before. I lose if my feet are off the ground.
"Also, I'll double your salary if I lose."
Some were immediately interested, while others fenced about.
Money was tempting.
Someone said cautiously, "It doesn't hurt to try. I think Mr. Lennon knows where the limit is. He won't hurt us. Daniel probably made a mistake."
"I think so too. We'll have nothing to lose anyway. Don't you think so?"
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