JJust then, he heard another voice.
It wasn't Yin Chen's voice but a stranger's. The voice was equally cold, even a bit inexperienced, and said, "Those who chose C and D, please come onto the stage. I'll give you 2 minutes. If you don't come, you know what will happen."
The audience looked at each other in confusion, whispering amongst themselves. At first, no one moved.
The person supplanting Yin Chen coldly said, "Do I need to repeat myself?" Suddenly, the line of Punishers standing below the stage, all of whom were armed, aimed their guns at the audience. The crowd was startled, shrinking together in fear.
Finally, some people started to slowly rise. They were scattered, assembling on the stage in a gloomy manner.
Yin Feng was a type A person, one of the mere 12 who insisted on goodness and did not choose to sacrifice the children. While he remained seated, his gaze travelled past the stage towards the pitch-black door leading to the backstage.
