A myriad of chaotic emotions cascaded upon him, fear, uneasiness, excitement, impulsiveness, thrill, frenzy, enjoyment, loneliness…
In just an instant, it was as if he had tasted thousands of emotions.
He hurriedly suppressed this feeling with rationality.
Too bizarre.
This feeling was almost identical to the sensation of killing in the new recruits' competition, yet there was a distinction as vast as the heavens and the earth in its subtlety.
He composed himself and, after a short while, he let out a long sigh, completely suppressing the discomfort.
Yang Jian was right; this indeed was different.
Beside him, Yang Jian saw this scene and a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.
Immediately, he said, "Continue."
As his words fell, the hoods of the remaining three death-row prisoners were all taken off, leaving Xiao Zhan somewhat stunned.
Because unlike the viciousness of the first person, these three looked incredibly frail and pitiful.
