The three subordinates had no idea what Ryan had just been discussing. Their hands were tightly bound, and they were whispering to each other, "We need to find a chance to take out this Ryan."
"As long as he's dead, we'll have his car and the AK, and then we'll be unstoppable!" another one whispered back.
"But we're tied up right now, and we've handed over the core. He can kill us at any moment. How can we fight back?" Suddenly, their hushed conversation was abruptly interrupted as Ryan approached.
"What are you talking about?" Ryan's face was expressionless, but his deep-set eyes radiated a powerful sense of oppression.
This pressure was something the old Ryan never possessed. It was only after he joined the survival game and killed one person after another that he successfully acquired this murderous aura.
The three immediately fell silent, "Nothing! We were just discussing how we can show our loyalty to you, Lord Ryan!"
