The atmosphere was unbearably stifling, and an oppressive silence dominated both the living room and the live broadcast. It was so quiet that one could hear the participants' breathing and the rapid thumping of their hearts. Everyone's eyes were locked on the radio device in Lan Qisheng's hand.
Even Sian, who had been laughing just moments ago, had now fallen silent, his expression turning serious. His current state wasn't due to fear of the terrorists or the prospect of his own death; rather, it was because he suddenly felt a heavy weight settle in his heart. Sian had always been highly perceptive, capable of sensing impending disaster before it struck. Unfortunately, his instincts and intuition were screaming at him now, boiling with unease. At that moment, Sian knew—something terrible was about to happen.
