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"Yes, our owner said that. Please empty out his building," Jordan the manager said smilingly.

"Are you sane? Is it possible to empty out a well-established five-star hotel in one month?" The director almost yelled at Jordan, but Jordan was calm and smiling.

"Do I look like I care? I verbally made an announcement; after that, a lawyer notice will come as you haven't actively applied for a lease agreement, so your cause is weak. The manager said he was gleeful about the whole conversation while the director was sweating bullets.

If there's no hotel, then there's no six-figure job for him. The director instantly took a medicine from his drawer to panic less.

"Look, Buddy, I know I've behaved wrongfully all these years. For that I am sorry, but don't scare me like that," the director said while he tried to smile.

"No, actually we're not joking. I will send a notice tomorrow, as today I am getting out for a dinner," Jordan said and left the office.

Jordan was feeling free after a long time; for his job, he had struggled a lot. The old boss wouldn't listen to his advice and did whatever made him more money.

"At last, I'm free! The increment feels like a bonus, but a man's dignity is truly priceless," Jordan exclaimed. "Oh, I can finally afford a PS5 now that I'm no longer stuck with a tight budget every month." He had been longing to buy one for ages, but with $3,000 going toward the home loan every month, he could barely manage to support his family.

Jack, on the other hand, was getting prepared for the trip. He was taking a small amount of clothes with him.

At that moment Clark came in; he smiled and nodded at Jack, then threw a metal thing at Jack.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Jack grabbed the thing and saw it was a tiny gun.

"Glock 42, We're going to need it when we're traveling through unknown lands here in the US," Clark said while winking at Jack.

Jack, holding the gun in his hand, felt the gun was a little small for his hand, but it would do the work.

"It's locked. Why don't you watch gun videos on YouTube for the basics, then we can go on shooting practice?" Clark said, as he was behaving like a big brother with Jack.

"Alright, thanks for the tip." Jack nodded his head as he also wanted to know more about guns.

After Clark left, Jack held the gun in his hand and looked at it with passion, because a man's second love is guns; in ancient and medieval times, second love was a sword.

After looking at the gun for a while, Jack used his phone to watch YouTube videos of how to hold a gun and what's a safety lock.

He continued to watch till he saw how a gun is made; after learning that, he felt intrigued by the guns. Continue your journey on empire

"My plan should work fine," Jack said as he watched more and more videos.

The next day, Jack woke up at 8 in the morning. The gun was on his bedside; he loved the black-colored tiny gun, which he could easily carry in his pockets.

After taking a shower, Jack got ready with his small bag of clothes, then he put the gun in his overcoat's inner pocket and smiled.

"Alright, I own a gun now," Jack smiled while he was looking in the inner pocket from the mirror.

Owning a gun was not a big deal. In the US, but in Europe it is a big deal, and Jack, who was getting closer to being nineteen years old, was still a teenager, and getting a gun in his hand was a feeling indescribable for him.

"The metal feeling and that heaviness, it feels special," Jack said, then went to the restaurant, which was downstairs.

As Jack was eating his breakfast, he opened his daily random shop to see what's in there.

[Random Shop: Unlimited Bullet = 1,000,000 € | 22.32.45]

Jack, seeing this, instantly purchased the skill card, as Jack knew this would be one of his most important skills.

A card materialized in Jack's hand as he looked at the description; he smiled and used it in an instant.

Unlimited Bullet: This skill grants the bearer an endless supply of the highest-grade bullets without the need to reload. Each bullet is valued at €1. If the bullet exceeds one inch in length, the price doubles, and it continues to increase proportionally with the size of the bullet.

Jack noticed the building manager entering the restaurant. Unlike usual, the manager looked like a proper professional today—his beard was neatly shaved, and he wore a suit that was perfectly pressed and unwrinkled.

"Sir, This is the file. Here is my new contract and a lawyer's notice, which I need your signature on.

Jack nodded, took the file from the manager's hand, and gestured for him to sit down. Within seconds, Jack had read through all the contents of the file.

Jack then signed off on the manager's new salary terms and the lawyer's eviction notice for the tenant.

"Here, Done," Jack gave the papers to the manager.

"Don't give them the paper until it's 1 PM at least; don't tell them where I am either; I can't watch them beg in front of me," Jack said casually.

"Yes, sir," Jordan said.

"Also, Jordan, buy a gun. It should be handy for you," Jack said as he was destroying a business that was worth millions of dollars.

"I already have one," Jordan said, then pulled out a huge gun from his waist gun holster.

"It's called Bodyguard 2.0 NTS. I brought this a week ago. It's beautiful, isn't it, boss?" Jordan showed his new gun to Jack.

Jack was stupefied. Then he dismissed the manager, as he also liked that gun.

On the other hand, the director was lying on the floor, clutching the legs of a young person who now occupied the chair he had been sitting in when Jordan first entered.

"So you're saying they don't want to continue business with us?" The young man asked; his tone was chilly.