"Should we notify Jasons?" Qin Yan loaded a new magazine into the Doomsday Predator, then inserted an F-GUN into her leg gun holster. She wasn't worried because Aima was living with her.
The wealthy man and his personal assistant bodyguards were staying in the luxury suite. Stay in an economy level? They couldn't afford to lose that face.
All of the survivors were standing on the deck, huddled together with their arms crossed, enjoying the sea breeze. Although they didn't say anything, the irritated looks on their faces indicated their dissatisfaction.
"No need, you and Uncle Lin just need to protect Aima." Seeing that Uncle Lin had no other weapons except for the Howling Reaper, Tang Zheng threw over a gravity gun captured from a Vietnamese Conqueror and said, "Use this."
