War,
Hunger,
Disease,
As scene after heartbreaking, painful scene flashed across the big screen, the gamblers in the hall looked at one another, feeling thoroughly awkward. They had paid to have fun—what the hell was this supposed to be? Listening to all this was truly a buzzkill.
Some tourists immediately became unhappy and pointed at the host onstage. "Is this some program arranged by the cruise ship? It's terrible. Stop it right now."
"Yeah, stop it immediately. We came here to have fun, not to be lectured. Get the captain out here to explain himself, or we'll never come to the Crystal Palace again."
"Get this clown out of here. I still want to gamble."
The curses grew louder and louder. There were more than two thousand people here, and the entire hall soon became a chaotic mess. The host was drenched in sweat and wanted to contact the control center for help, but he discovered that all communications had been cut off.
The footage on the big screen suddenly stopped, revealing the clown's enormous face again. The smile had vanished from his face, replaced by cold, crazed eyes. In a low voice, he said, "After watching those scenes, did any of you feel even a shred of compassion?"
"Hahaha!"
"Apparently not. All I heard were your curses."
Some of the tourists were already furious. One young man pointed at the clown on the screen and cursed, "You idiot. I paid to have fun. I gamble and play with women—that's what I like. If those people deserve to die, let them go to hell. Staying alive is nothing but a waste of this world's resources."
"Clown, get lost. Have the captain come out and apologize. I'm really pissed off right now. When I get back, I'll make sure to give