Zhang Su was somewhat shocked by the scenes around him. He didn't expect the effect of emotional contagion to be so extraordinary. Hastily, he suppressed his anger, keeping it within a relatively appropriate range, and gestured downward with his palms towards the crowd.
"Your thoughts are the same as mine. The people of Bajiazi Village are unforgivable! We lost a total of ten comrades, ten people in total. Whose beloved friends and family are they? Let those who are most deeply hurt execute them, is there any problem?"
"No problem!"
No one in the crowd objected to Zhang Su's decision, believing that those who lost their beloved friends and family must be the saddest and most angry, making it very fair for them to carry out the execution!
Soon, five executors stepped out from the crowd!
Five people from Bajiazi Village were brought to the playground. The executors did not use knives, because among these people were three women, so they used guns for a cleaner execution.
