CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.
Qian Feng returned to the temporary live broadcast room, clapped his hands, and drew the attention of the hostages, already exhausted mentally and physically, to himself. "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe today is a day you'll find hard to forget in your entire life. Did everyone have fun today?"
"Fun..."
The weak, listless replies echoed in the broadcast room.
They were conflicted now. They were on a live broadcast; appearing too cooperative meant losing face in front of the whole world, but not cooperating could mean angering this completely psychotic madman, who might kill a few people for entertainment.
No one doubted any longer that Qian Feng was a madman.
