Chapter 341: Hardcore Uncle

"Are we the mercenaries, or are they the mercenaries? I said earlier we should have looked for professional mercenaries..."

Anderson sincerely asked Benny.

In the Rosedew Hotel, Anderson and Benny hid behind a wall, watching a man covered in large prosthetics throw a TV out.

They had been mixing it up with Cannon before, but the man had unexpectedly died before achieving anything big, ambushed and killed while collecting protection money in a store.

The sergeant looked amiable, but at his core, he was a gang leader who would rather kill mistakenly than let a traitor slip by.

These small fries hadn't actually rebelled, but that was only because Cannon's death had been so sudden, they were retracting their banners of treachery as quickly as they lifted them—you could still find them if you searched their pockets.

Fuming, Benny yelled, "Day in and day out with your 'next life, next life, next life.' Look at yourself, you think Morton doesn't know?!