It was already afternoon when Tang Mo joined the group. After walking for several hours, the sky had grown dark by the time they stopped to rest. Zhao Huan led the party to an abandoned office building.
The elevators were out of service, but they could still take the stairs.
Their group was simply too large, so whenever he could choose a higher location, Zhao Huan would avoid staying on the ground floor.
At least, they hadn't yet seen any Meat Dragons that could climb stairs or knock on doors, so a higher location was relatively safer.
Tang Mo had observed the Meat Dragons long ago. Aside from their voracious appetites, they were actually not much of a threat in other respects.
'After all, in her eyes, those creatures were just a bunch of big idiots. Their sense of smell was poor, as was their eyesight. They could hardly find a living person unless someone was right next to them.'
