"Naive? I don't think so,"
Lin Jie shook his head, his face devoid of excess emotion. To him, and indeed to everyone below, the people kneeling on the execution platform were as good as dead. Why waste words on a dead man?
Watching their emotionless eyes, Lin Jie had raised the knife in his hand, its cold light glinting. But just as the blade was about to fall, the earth began to tremble. Lin Jie furrowed his brows and turned sharply towards the direction of the Yaba Luo volcano.
And the crowd below, crammed together, followed Lin Jie's gaze. To them, Lin Jie was a god, and his every action drew intense scrutiny.
The tremors grew stronger, and about three to four seconds later, everyone felt as if the earth itself was breathing, rising and falling.
