"Ah, so nothing but the Sonic Bomb worked after all?"
At the very bottom of the basement was a room built entirely from iron a meter thick. It was Russ's last line of defense if he had to use himself as bait.
Inside, Russ glared at the screen. Even an explosion that powerful had failed to hurt Loa. His greatest trump card was this casino, which he had spent hundreds of millions of Beli modifying. If Loa stayed this alert, it looked as though there was no way to catch him.
"No wonder you killed William and Mark. Even those three idiots couldn't do a thing to you. You're strong, I'll give you that." Russ leaned back in his chair and took a hefty swig from a large glass. Expensive liquor ran down his bearded chin. As he drank, he reached over with his other hand and pressed a few buttons on the control panel, seemingly at random. An ugly smile tugged at his lips.
But...
“So what? My traps aren't just explosions, Christopher Loa!”
ROAR!
A deafening Roar rang out from the depths of the darkness. Somewhere within it, something seemed to snap.
Man-Eating Plants after the bombs? How unoriginal.
That was what Loa thought.
He lightly tapped the tongue of the plant before him, sending a wave of cold through it.
Crackle!
Frost spread across the vast room at once. The Man-Eating Plants, each five or six meters tall, let out a series of roars, then soon stopped moving.
Seen from the corridor Loa had crossed, the entire space had turned Bai, like an ice cave on a snowy mountain.
"Phew."
Loa breathed out a puff of Ice Crystals, tore a lingering Vines from his arm, and tossed it to the ground.
Russ's traps were powerful, but that