"Run!" Tristan shouted, gesturing to his team to get out of the window.
They needed no further orders—one of Tristan's subordinates, Cutout, already fastened a rope and began sliding toward the ground on it.
Tristan stayed at the back of the group, ready to shoot whoever else appeared.
Anyone looking from the side—like his other team members, which were waiting for the way to clear to follow Cutout—could've thought Tristan was a caring leader, who wanted to ensure the safety of his subordinates before his own.
In reality, this was only a secondary concern. The first thought in his mind was for ten million dollars in his team's backpacks!
As for his morality, Tristan found it more and more lax these days.
