In the video, Feng Qi saw himself dressed in striped prison clothes, his hands and feet bound by black iron chains, standing atop a massive circular execution platform.
At that time, his complexion was pale and his lips were cracked, as if he had not seen sunlight in a long time. His hair was a complete mess, and he stood there with his head lowered, looking painfully thin and dejected.
Behind him stood a stern-looking man dressed in a Star City Garrison uniform, holding a large blade.
This execution was being livestreamed publicly. Everyone could watch the entire process online, and the method used was beheading, a punishment long abandoned by modern society. That alone showed how serious the situation was.
Yet this was precisely what left Feng Qi deeply puzzled.
A public execution was understandable—perhaps it was meant to intimidate potential threats.
But even Mu Qing, who had slaughtered several cities, had been executed in secret. What had he done to warrant a public execution?
Filled with doubt, he continued watching.
As time passed, the uniformed man behind him spoke.
"Feng Qi, do you have anything to say before you die?"
Faced with the question, the Feng Qi in the video slowly raised his head, revealing his haggard, gaunt face. He parted his lips, then said,
"Do you all hate me that much?"
The moment he said that, a flood of barrage comments swept across the video, all cursing him.
Even the military man standing behind him could not help saying,
"You betrayed us. Don't you deserve to be hated?"
The onlookers surrounding the execution platform began hurling stones at him.
Watching the furious crowd, the Feng Qi in the video shook his head and gave a soft laugh.
"You can never understand the real me. If you tried