"Clean up the mess!" The guards ordered another prisoner and threw him another brush, while they were busy fiddling with their money. The third prisoner calmly walked to the guillotine and dragged the remains of the red-bearded man's body aside and brushed off the blood on the podium.
"Why do I get the feeling that the reason they took us outside earlier was to select the weak ones among us?" Falcon suddenly understood what was going on.
However, Alec didn't respond. He was examining the man in his group who seemed to smile a little. He thought it was weird, but he didn't want to make it known to Falcon.
Soon, a thud sound was heard, and the prisoner's head rolled over the podium to the ground. The guards came together again and exchanged their money again as they kept mumbling. One of the guards went over and reset the blade again for the next unlucky person, who happened to be Alec.
