"No one can see other's stats. Why do you ask that? Can you see mine?" The big guy asked with a frown.
The atmosphere in the den turned serious in an instant.
Cyril could feel the air that could be cut through a knife. He felt the pressure pressing over his head.
One wrong word and he knows he is done for.
His mind started to run. Finding other's stats is dangerous so there is no way they would let a person who could see their stats live.
He understood this point immediately.
He recalled what the big guy had told earlier.
Even if a person was killed inside this prison, there is no one who would care.
Cyril was a new prisoner whom no one knew. Even if he is dead, there is no one who would at least care to find out where he is or if he is still alive or not.
This thought made him gulp his saliva in fear.
He slowly shook his head, "No. Since you are all my seniors in this place, I thought you all could see my stats. So, even the seniors couldn't see our stats?"
