Jack George quickly grasped the situation, but surprisingly, he wasn't filled with anger. In times of peace, wealthy men often took multiple wives, and he was no exception. He had only one daughter, Lancy George, but he also discreetly supported two other mistresses. When it came to business, he flirted with various women; it was practically a second nature for him. So, having multiple women was never an issue for those in the upper echelons of society. The more women a man had, the more it indicated his strength.

If this were peacetime, Jack might have felt a twinge of indignation, especially as it concerned his precious daughter. But circumstances were drastically different now. The stronger James Lone became, the longer Lancy could survive.

Jack George implored, "What must I do to see Lancy?"

James Lone fixed his gaze on Jack. The expression on Jack's face conveyed no change; it was clear he didn't care about the number of women involved. This was promising. It meant there was a foundation for cooperation. If Jack was indifferent on this matter, then Lancy became a bridge of trust between them.

James smiled slightly. "You can see her anytime. But..."

Jack George understood immediately that any survivor who made it this far had to be smart, especially someone as formidable as James Lone. Not only was he alive, but he was thriving—definitely not someone to take lightly. If he had approached Jack directly, it clearly indicated ulterior motives.

Jack George wouldn't fool himself into thinking he was in a position of power just because he was Lancy's father. He straightened up and declared, "Mr. Lone, just tell me what you want. If I can do it, I will! Lancy is my child; she is my last remaining family in this world."

Jack George laid his cards on the table.

James Lone replied unceremoniously, "First, you need to kill Linkon."

Jack George's expression darkened as he asked, "Can I know why? I'm not being difficult, but he has more men, and I have fewer. It's likely we won't stand a chance."

James Lone shot back matter-of-factly, "Lancy George is currently in Linkon's sanctuary."

Jack George froze for a moment, then immediately steeled himself. "Fine! I'm going to kill Linkon!"

James fixed his stare on him. "Aren't you worried about the danger?"

Jack George replied fiercely, "If Lancy is in the sanctuary, I can't let Linkon live! Otherwise, he'll take the sanctuary for himself!"

James Lone smiled slightly. "Very good. I like smart people. Go do it now; I'll wait for you here."

He placed two fully loaded handguns on the table. "These are your weapons."

A gun! Jack George was taken aback with joy. "Thank you, Mr. Lone!"

He realized this was a test of his resolve, so he picked up a handgun.

James waved him off. "Go."

The stone door to the chamber opened automatically. Jack George took a deep breath. "Please wait a moment, Mr. Lone."

With that, he stepped into the darkness.

James, finding this scenario amusing, pulled out a Night Blade and a mutated peanut, ready to watch the show. He had no intention of helping Jack George. Trust was merely a foundation; to become a valuable ally, one had to prove strength as well. If Jack George couldn't eliminate Linkon, it would only prove he was a liability. In that case, James would clean up the mess, eliminating everyone involved, effectively burying the incident.

Jack George moved quickly, strategizing as he went. Soon, he determined his course of action. He quietly opened the door to the room.

By the faint light of a torch, he saw that everyone inside was still sleeping. Jack George tiptoed up to his most trusted confidant, Federo, and gently shook him awake. "Shh."

Federo jolted upright, panic flashing in his eyes. "What is it, boss?"

Jack George's face was grim as he whispered in Federo's ear, "I overheard Linkon today. He said that once we reach the sanctuary, he plans to kill us all."

Federo's eyes widened with shock and fury. "That ungrateful bastard! Had it not been for us, he wouldn't even be back in the sanctuary!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Jack George pressed a handgun into Federo's hands. "I stole this from them. We each get one."

"You managed to steal guns?" Federo asked incredulously, gripping the weapon tightly and glaring towards Linkon's side.

Jack George woke up two more men, delivering the same urgent message. These three were his most trusted followers; they had fought side by side through thick and thin, their bond solid.

Jack George couldn't wake up everyone; it would risk waking Linkon. Four men would suffice!

He quickly divided the tasks. Armed with knives, they crept toward their targets. Jack George nodded at the three men and focused, feeling a surge of power fill him. He lunged at Linkon, covering his mouth and nose, thrusting a knife deep into his chin.

The knife penetrated all the way to his brain.

With a cold expression, Jack George twisted the knife vigorously!

"Unh! Unh!" Linkon's eyes shot open, wide with terror, but with Jack's strength pressing him down, he couldn't voice a sound—he died helplessly without ever knowing who had killed him or why.

The other three sprang into action. One after another, they struck.

One, two, three...

It wasn't until they had taken down eight men that one of them made a mistake, causing an attacker to make a noise.

Quickly, everyone else woke up to the commotion.

"What's going on! What happened?"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

But the most formidable members of Linkon's crew, including Dawson, were among the first to be killed. Jack George had studied Linkon for two days and knew who the key players were.

The remaining men were nothing to fear!

Jack George pulled out his gun without hesitation and shouted, "Linkon wants to kill us! Brothers, we fight back together!"

Gunfire erupted!

Jack and Federo fired simultaneously, while the other two men unsheathed their machetes and began slaughtering the remaining foes.

The room descended into chaos.

"Ah! Don't kill me! Please!"

"Help! Help!"

"Spare me! I surrender! I surrender!"

Jack George felt no mercy.

In the end, all of Linkon's men were killed. Two of Jack George's men died as well—one was even mistakenly shot.

Those still breathing stared nervously at their comrades, and once they recognized the remaining survivors were all allies, their fear subsided somewhat.

The shock of suddenly waking to fight in the middle of the night had already occurred twice, and they were starting to adapt. Jack George had to calm the group down, repeatedly reinforcing his fabricated story about Linkon's murderous intentions. Their shared anger united them, leading them to praise Jack George's wise decision-making and trust him further.

"Jack is truly sharp!"

"If not for Jack, we'd have all been done for when Linkon went rogue."

"Damn it, Linkon's scum! He even wanted to kill his own teammates!"

The group shouted in outrage.

Half an hour later, everyone had regained their composure.

Linkon was dead.

They all divided the remaining supplies evenly, marking it as a windfall; smiles spread among them.

Jack George reestablished the night watch.

However, given the recent events, no one could sleep easily. They chatted enthusiastically, recounting stories and boasting about their survival.

Jack George was anxious to find James Lone but had no way of leaving just yet, so he remained internally restless.

Suddenly, James's voice echoed in his mind:

"It's me, James Lone. Don't speak out loud; we can communicate in our thoughts."





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