"Clap clap," Night Elder stood behind her, applauding, but the last trace of smile on his face vanished, turning into cruelty as he pressed a nearby mechanism. Many footsteps came running from outside, surrounding them tightly.
The gun in hand was pointed directly at their heads.
"Night Elder, what do you mean by this?" Leon Rivers shielded Chloe Summers behind him. "We came here today just to understand the situation. Night Elder, your way of hospitality is quite unethical, isn't it? If word gets out, it would be a joke to others."
"Is Night Elder thinking of killing us to keep your secret because you see that I'm also skilled?" Melody Thorne turned around.
"Hospitality? That depends on what kind of guests I am dealing with."
"What do you mean?"
