However, what terrified Thomas and the others even more was that the remaining half of the fat young man’s body seed to lt, turning into a puddle of blood that slowly seeped into the stone steps.
"Still the sa?"
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 mont his gaze passed over them, Thomas and the others all imdiately lowered their heads, not daring to et 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 rembered this guy was supposedly the third-generation heir of so hotel group under Guda.
There were three people beside him, two n and one woman.
The two n were both this young rich master’s attendants.
As for the woman, she was the girl the young master had brought aboard as his date.
He’d heard before that this young master liked to seek thrills.
And now, wasn’t the thrill standing right in front of him?
"Sir, please go up there... and push open that door."
Ramon spoke politely as he raised his gun and pointed it at the young master’s forehead.
"I...I...I..."
With the gun aid at him, the young master’s muscles went rigid. He stamred "I, I, I" for a long ti but couldn’t get a complete sentence out.
Right now, he was already dying of regret inside.
He could have just stayed a pampered rich heir—why did he have to co out and look for death?
This very morning, he’d had countless chances placed in front of him.
If he’d just picked one right path, how would he have ended up like this?
At the very beginning, when he first heard about this Blood-colored Divine Temple expedition, Attendant A had told him the whole thing sounded shady.
He didn’t care, and instead got all excited, thinking he’d found a new way to get his kicks.
Then, when he got to the dock, he saw that Dragon Country woman with the surna Yan.
He fell for her almost in an instant.
He even lost interest in the slender, pretty young woman he’d brought along.
At that point, Attendant B suggested they take their own yacht and follow the fishing boat over.
He ignored that as well, thinking he had to be on the fishing boat to get closer to the Dragon Country woman.
And then? Once he boarded the fishing boat, he soon couldn’t stand the sll on it.
His date suggested they switch to his yacht.
But for the sake of chasing after the Dragon Country woman, how could he be willing to switch to a yacht?
In the end...
Because he got a bit seasick on the fishing boat, he never followed through on his plan to go strike up a conversation with the woman he liked.
He also ignored his two attendants’ suggestion to call a helicopter and fly back.
Misstep after misstep had not only turned him into a hostage in the kidnappers’ hands,
it had now even put his own life on the line!
Thinking of this, grief surged up in the young master’s chest and he couldn’t help bursting into tears.
"Sir, hurry up."
Seeing how ridiculous he looked, Ramon almost couldn’t hold back a laugh.
These so-called heirs of wealthy families only knew how to wave around the money their ancestors had piled up and strut in front of poor people like them.
When it really ca down to it, each one was dumber than a pig.
"I...I have money!"
"Don’t kill ... I can give you money... lots of money..."
The young master was shaking uncontrollably with fear, and he stuttered as he spoke.
"We don’t want money."
Ramon’s eyes gradually turned cold; he was clearly getting impatient.
Seeing this, the young master could only look pleadingly at his two attendants and his date beside him.
As expected, all three turned their heads away, unwilling to et his gaze.
"Bang!"
Another gunshot.
The impatient Ramon simply put a bullet through the young master’s shoulder.
"Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much..."
The young master let out a shriek and rolled on the ground in pain.
Lars and Crewman A and B saw this and burst into delighted laughter.
"Either go up there and push open the door, or I’ll blow your brains out right now."
Ramon barked coldly.
"I...I...I..."
The mont he t Ramon’s murderously cold eyes, the young master shuddered involuntarily.
Two choices were laid out before him now.
The first was to ignore the man’s orders and insist on staying put.
If he did that, the guy would definitely put a bullet through his head.
And the second choice?
It was to walk to the end of the stone steps and push open the door as ordered.
But if he did that, he might end up like that fat young man before him, bitten in half by a stone lion in one gulp.
"Maybe after eating one person, that stone lion won’t eat any more?"
After thinking it over, he clung to a sliver of wishful thinking, forced himself to his feet, and walked toward the door.
When he reached the door, the four blood-colored stone lions were still motionless.
"Hoo..."
The young master let out a long breath of relief.
"Sure enough, after eating one person they’re full and won’t eat anyone else..."
While he was silently praising his own luck, he reached out with one hand, ready to push the door open.
But just then, the stone lion on his right suddenly opened its bloody maw.
He was still basking in his supposed good fortune and had no ti to react.
With a single crunch, the lion swallowed his upper body.
The remaining lower half swayed lightly, then toppled straight to the ground.
Just like the fat young man before him, the young master’s body began to lt, turning into a puddle of blood that slowly seeped into the stone steps.
Only two sets of clothes were left on the ground, as if to tell everyone that two living people had once stood here.
"Still not enough?"
Lars frowned slightly, a thoughtful look on his face.
He hadn’t so much as twitched an eyebrow at the deaths of the fat young man and the rich heir.
Scum like these decadent rich brats—dying early could almost be considered a public service.
The young master’s grueso death, however, filled Thomas and the others with that sa bitter empathy of "the rabbit dying, the fox grieving."
They realized they didn’t even count as real hostages.
They were nothing but test subjects for Lars and the others.
Yes—lab rats that could be sacrificed at any mont.
"Send another one up?"
Crewman A suggested.
"No, send two up together."
Lars nodded slightly and shot a glance at Ramon.
"Got it."
Ramon smiled in understanding, then aid his gun at one of the young master’s two attendants.
"Gentlen, please go up there and push open that door."
Like a death sentence, that voice rang in everyone’s ears once again...
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