"We have to leave. Now."
Ruby Jordan’s voice trembled, her face draining of all color. She tugged frantically at Jack Brooks’s sleeve, her eyes darting toward the door as if expecting a monster to burst through at any second.
"I know your Kung Fu is good," Ruby whispered, panic rising in her throat. "I saw you fight. But Ron Lee isn't just one man. He will bring an army! He will bring professional killers! Even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't fight a mob by yourself!"
"A hero doesn't eat the immediate loss," she pleaded. "Let's get out of here, hide, and then call for help. Please, Jack!"
She was genuinely terrified. She knew the reputation of Ron Lee. He was the "Living Reaper." He didn't just kill people; he erased families.
Jack Brooks sat still, his expression unbo
