When the man in sunglasses heard this, he thought it made some sense and began to hesitate. In truth, he had been tempted the moment Alaric Davenport opened his mouth. It was triple the pay, after all.
Besides, his current job was a daily life-and-death struggle, and he was constantly being humiliated. If it weren't for the money, he would have bailed a long time ago.
"I'll give you three minutes to consider."
The man in sunglasses looked at Alaric Davenport and immediately flashed an eager smile. "Mr. Davenport, so we just have to be guards to get paid three times our current salary?"
"I don't intend to repeat myself."
"Alright, I'm in. Mr. Davenport, what do you need me to do now?"
Alaric Davenport didn't answer, instead glancing at the men behind the one in sunglasses.
The man in sunglasses immediately understood. "Anyone not on board?"
The others all lowered their heads.
