Ross's entire face was contorted.
It was too cruel and too bloody.
In that sea of fire, he could clearly see Tom and the other two struggling non-stop. They were somehow being burned alive.
But when he turned around to look at the people, he was stunned.
The people's expressions were filled with excitement and passion. They believed that what was burning in the fire was not life, but evil and unjust power. It was like the baptism of fairness. After shattering the evil, what was left was naturally fairness and justice.
"Ah ah, help!"
"Police comrades, quickly come and save me. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to be burned to death."
"You trash, what kind of self-proclaimed police? You are the law enforcers of the people. Are you just going to watch us burn to death and be executed by the Death Inquisitor?"
