Jonathan was playing poker with the Americans. One could tell his luck by looking at his expression. There was a gold nugget next to the American sitting in front of him. He had obviously lost the gold nugget Zheng gave him.
“Hi guys, want to play a few rounds too?” Jonathan said as he noticed Zheng and O’Connell. Even though Zheng was holding the progressive knife, it had such a plain look that no one would have guessed its sharpness.
O’Connell was a bit confused, he asked Zheng. “What’s happening? You’re acting strange…”
Before he finished the sentence, gunshots came from across the ship and the back of the ship started smoking. While everyone was in shock, one of the waiters fell to the ground as blood came out of his chest.
The Americans were the first to respond. They immediately pulled out their guns and began shooting. O’Connell wasn’t slow either, he quickly swept the gold nugget and the cash on the table then ran toward Zheng.
