"Ting!"
"Ting!"
"Ting!"
—Updating ranks—
1: Adele, Violet, Eric
2: Dean, Meskill, Bond
3: Andrus, Milo, Lamb
…
11: Aileen, Houle, Jeff
…
12: Clive, Tom, Bill
13: Hector, Bam, Tyrone
…
Tyrone frowned as he looked at the screen showing his rank. He scolded:
"Fuck! Why haven't we reached the top 10 yet?"
Tyrone's anger made sense after all the effort they had put in. Still, other teams wouldn't just sit around waiting for them.
"Don't waste your energy. Just take a nap and refresh yourself. We'll wait for another team. And this time, we'll reach our original goal," Hector said before lying back down for another nap.
Bam was still asleep after many hours, clearly annoyed by Tyrone. Meanwhile, Tyrone kept babbling on until he suddenly stopped his fidgeting for some reason.
He climbed up to the top of the rock, looked around, then smiled and licked his lips with excitement.
"Wake up, boys. The next prey is coming," he said.
