"What a pity for such a group of beautiful women..."
When Qin Hao said this, everyone else widened their eyes and turned to look at him.
At this point, could Chu Xi still express such a sentiment?
"Chu Xi! Are you even human!" Huang Cuicui shouted with reddened eyes, "At a time like this, you still care about those women?"
Luo Yong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shouted, "Yeah, so many people have died! Do you not have any compassion?"
"What's the use of compassion?" Qin Hao, rarely, sneered, "Do you think this bloody incident was just a coincidence?"
No one answered; everyone remained silent, faces filled with fear.
They actually all could have carried out the massacre of these defenseless civilians.
But achieving it is one thing; having the heart to do it is another.
Lei Xiuzhu fixed her gaze on Qin Hao.
She suddenly felt that Chu Xi seemed different.
He used to be silly, dumb, honest, and narcissistic—like a child who hadn't grown up.
