The young man, who had always been an observer, finally spoke up, his voice eerily calm: "What other outcome could there be? It's impossible for Pingan to let us go back; maybe we'll end up buried at sea, feeding the fish."
"Ah!" One person couldn't bear it and shouted, holding his head and weeping bitterly: "I'm afraid of death, I don't want to die, what did I do wrong, why should I die, I was just involved in an experiment..."
The young man said gloomily, "What did we do wrong? Nothing but let those experimental subjects die on the operating table. I don't know how many people died before I came here, but after I arrived, I counted every day, at least thirty people a day. Since I came here, over five hundred people have died."
"Shut up! Shut up!" The middle-aged mixed-blood angrily glared at the young man. He was starting to realize that the current situation was all because of this kid!
This kid is inciting us!
What is this kid's motive?
