"I can help you escape!" John exclaimed just as the man was about the pull trigger. "I can help you!"
The man furrowed his brow and moved the gun away from John's forehead. "What do you have?"
John exhaled and said in a low voice, "Sir, have you forgotten about what I said? Whoever's searching for you right now is giving out ten thousand dollars to every person whose door they knocked on.
"There are many more tenants in this building besides you, and if you guys split up and sneak into the vacant units, you'll be able to pass off as tenants. Not only will you be safe, but you'll get some money in addition also.
"There are plenty of other people like me who've snuck in just to get the money. If you put on a good act, I'm sure no one will notice!"
With that, John glanced at the rest of the men in the room and added, "Sir, I'm sorry to say this, but you guys are no match for the people outside. There are carloads of men out there searching for you right now, and no matter how powerful you are, you won't stand a chance."
The man paused, glanced out the window, and fell silent.
He knew John was right. As skilled as they were, they were severely outnumbered.
There was no doubt that staying in this room would get them killed. Although Tyson was in power, all of them were still loyal to Luke and did not truly want to be Tyson's subordinates.
Therefore, none of them were willing to sacrifice themselves for Tyson's sake.
At the thought of this, the man with the gun glanced at another man sitting on the bed. "Did you manage to get through?"
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