Before Yin Chen had finished speaking, suddenly a young man stood up from the audience section, shouting, "He's mad! Insane! I'm not recording this anymore! You guys can play your sick game without me!"
Having said this, he made a run for the studio door, drawing all eyes in the audience. Some of them, upon seeing him, also attempted to get up.
You Mingxu let out a low mutter, "Damn!" She was about to move, but was held down by Yin Feng. Turning her head, she saw his cold and stoic expression.
"Bang."
Once the sound echoed in the room, the entire audience gasped, falling silent as if someone had slapped them in the face.
The Punisher standing closest to the fleeing audience member pointed his gun downwards. Even in the disguise of his mask, it wasn't hard to imagine the ruthlessness, even indifference, on his face.