Ralph, barely able to move and covered in blood, suddenly cried out, his voice cracking. "Mr. Lloyd! You're here! Please, help me—I don't wanna die!"

He screamed with desperate joy and tried to crawl toward Andrew.

Andrew cursed under his breath, "Shut up, you idiot! Don't make a sound!"

However, it was too late. The Dire Tiger, though momentarily distracted, let out a thunderous roar and snapped its head around.

In an instant, it lunged and clamped its massive jaws down on Ralph's skull.

A loud crunch echoed, and the survival expert Chantelle had paid a fortune to bring along was killed on the spot, his eyes wide in disbelief, even in death.

Rage surged through Andrew like an explosion. With a roar, his muscles tensed, and his left arm gripped the rooftop edge so hard that it bulged as his strength erupted to its absolute limit.

In the shocked and disbelieving gazes of the others, Andrew leaped high into the air. In mid-air, his grip on the knife shifted from one hand t