Before the man in the black vest could react, he felt a searing pain on his wrist. The pain was so excruciating that he dropped his pistol.

James rolled underneath the table and instantly appeared before the man in the black vest. He kicked the man and sent him flying. Then, he picked up the pistol on the ground.

All this happened in a split second.

Before Jake could even react, his subordinate was sent flying, and a pistol was pressed against his head.

Upon hearing the commotion, the mercenaries returned and pointed their firearms at James.

Even with a firearm pressed against his head, Jake did not panic in the slightest. Composed, he calmly asked, “Do you know where you currently are? Do you seriously think you can get out of here alive after killing me?”

“Ten dollars. Deal?”

James pressed the pistol against Jake’s head with a mischievous grin on his face. “It’s better for you to make your men leave. Otherwise, a single movement of my finger and your brains will be blown out.”