By the time that Jack counted to zero, there were more than half of the people who had actually left. It was just obvious that there would be a lot of people who really didn't like getting into someone's control.
They were mercenaries. They were used to the chaotic scenes, areas where it didn't matter who you were, it was just a matter of strength and benefits. And although it was true that Jack was offering them benefits, they didn't think that the benefits matched their interests.
And since Jack wasn't stopping them from leaving, they left. There was no need for them to try acting tough only to end up like the guys on the ground.
Seeing that there were only slightly above four hundred people remaining, Jack shook his head. This was just how mercenaries behaved.
He looked at the eight that were still rolling or curling on the ground and shouted at those that were already leaving. "You guys, why not give these companions of yours a hand? They were in the same batch as you guys."
