The room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
The atmosphere had already been laid out and highlighted to this point, even a fool could guess what was about to happen next.
Some of them showed deep sorrow in their eyes, while others displayed uncontrollable anger.
However, no matter what they thought, their lips seemed sewn shut, and not a single one of them spoke up.
Even Zhao Xing, kneeling on the ground, had paused his sobbing. His tear-reddened eyes stared unblinkingly at Qian Huan, with a rigid and complex gaze.
Suddenly, the technical Prison Guard raised his hand, breaking the silence in the room: "Warden, there's an anomaly in the feed from camera 217; a prisoner is requesting negotiation."
Qian Huan looked at the surveillance screen with an indifferent expression. The view from camera 217 was immediately enlarged, revealing the prisoner who had just snapped Wang Fei's neck.
