The next day, several prisoners were beheaded in the square, leaving a pool of blood.
The onlookers stared at the rolled heads, and behind the fearful eyes, there was also some excitement.
The murder of one's kind certainly evokes uncontrollable sorrow, but if such slaughter is merely to demonstrate the position of power, it's not between opposing species, then people won't feel sadness.
They only feel excitement, envy, jealousy, wondering why they don't have such power.
The City Hall announced that these people were gang members who robbed and killed Mike's group; their heads were covered with sacks, so no one could see their appearances.
Whatever the local government said, people believed, whether or not they truly believed it; at least they wouldn't step out to oppose the government's actions or statements, as that would purely bring trouble upon themselves.
