However, what terrified Thomas and the others even more was that the remaining half of the fat young man's body seemed to melt, turning into a puddle of blood that slowly seeped into the stone steps.
"Still the same?"
Lars, Ramon, and the other two reacted with remarkable calm.
After all, just yesterday one of their companions had been gnawed in half by these blood-colored stone lions.
Otherwise, there might be five of them now instead of four.
"Send another one over!"
Lars turned his head to look at Ramon, expressionless as he spoke. +-+
"All right!"
Ramon nodded and swept his gaze over the hostages.
The moment his gaze passed over them, Thomas and the others all immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
Afraid they'd be picked and end up the next unlucky bastard to die miserably.
Ramon slowly walked up to a middle-aged man.
He remembered this guy was supposedly the third-generation heir of some hotel group under Guda.
