2:00 p.m.!
As the sun gradually climbed higher, the execution ground had become packed to the brim. Even the walkways of the viewing stands were filled with standing figures.
One bald head after another craned toward the center, occasionally glancing at the clock overhead.
Outside the execution ground, living beings from all directions had gathered in even greater numbers. They were not qualified to enter the execution platform and could only remain outside.
They all watched the screen directly overhead, which displayed a projection transmitted from within.
Thirty such screens had been set up around the execution ground's center, costing hundreds of thousands of gold coins and ensuring that the entire punishment process could be shown precisely.
Their level of detail was even greater than what could be seen inside the execution platform.
Under such close observation, Li Ziran could not possibly pull any tricks.
At that moment, a young councilman on the screen was using standard Common to recount Rooney's crimes. Behind him stood a full row of councilmen.
Li Ziran lay prone on the ground. He was having trouble enduring it. He had been baked under the sun for an entire day, and exhaustion filled his body, yet he still had not found a way to deal with the situation.
Directly in front of him was a massive clock, ticking away without pause. Beneath it were one unfamiliar face after another.
Feng was absent. He was not a councilman, but Li Ziran's gaze settled upon a stern-faced middle-aged figure at the very center.
The man's broad councilman's robe had been cinched tightly around him, looking somewhat out of place. His eyes were narrow and slanted, his expression grave and unsmiling. Before him lay two files and a firearm used to carry out punishment.
It was a Goblin product,