On the main stage, Vice President Nan Jie suddenly asked: "President, why is the disposal leader placed at the front? Shouldn't it be placed at the end?"

Nie Shun glanced sideways, picked up the thermos and poured out a cup of hot water: "Because the finale of today is you, the vice president."

"President, what do you mean by this?" Nanjie asked puzzledly without changing his expression.

Nie Shun took out a bottle of holy water from his pocket.

Seeing the bottle of holy water, Nan Jie frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "President, you work hard and get the holy water. I really envy you." After saying that, he looked at the Governor Ji Shoushan next to him, but Ji Shoushan ignored him.

"Vice President, this is the reward given to you by the Saint. Have you forgotten it so quickly?" Nie Shun's smile gradually disappeared, and a chill emanated from him.

"How is that possible? I've already drunk it, so why is it here with you? Is the resistance organization trying to deal with me?"

Nie Shun picked up the holy water and said coldly: "Yes, why is it in my hands? You should thank your son who drove you. Don't blame me. After all, young people want to live longer. No one wants to be burned to death."

Nan Jie's smile gradually disappeared after hearing this...

Governor Ji Shoushan said calmly: "I was originally wondering how those rebels survived. There were several times when we arrested them but nothing happened. It turned out to be you, Vice President. The Saint asked you to be responsible for the distribution of supplies in the city and to ensure stability. This is how you repay the Saint."

Nie Shun patted Nanjie on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I still admire you for some things. Every time you see your own people being executed, you can remain calm and collected."

"It just turned into anger in my heart." Nanjie said suddenly.

After hearing Nanjie's admission, Nie Shun sighed: "Don't worry, you will see your son soon."

"You killed him! He told you everything! Why did you still want to kill him!" Nanjie suddenly became angry and grabbed Nie Shun by the collar.

Ji Shoushan snorted with disdain: "Nanjie, you should know that you are about to be exposed, so you deliberately let your son say this to save your son's life. Unfortunately, the Saint has already discovered that something is wrong with you."

Nan Jie couldn't help but chuckle, "You arrested me now because you're afraid of the young man the company sent last night. You're afraid I'll tell your dirty deeds."

"What the Saint did was right. She has her own way to deal with that young man."

"Hehe, I knew you were afraid. Afraid that he would destroy everything you worked so hard to build." Nan Jie laughed wildly, but was pressed on the table by Nie Shun, unable to move.

"He is just a young man. No matter how strong he is, the Saint will make him never return!" Nie Shun whispered in Nanjie's ear.

Nanjie, who was being pinned down, laughed even louder: “You guys are really scared, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”

"Take him away. Don't worry, your body will be hung in the square for other rebels to see!" Nie Shun wanted to smash Nanjie's head with a slap, because he knew that this guy had a rebellious nature.

The saint looked at Nanjie being taken away with contempt, her face showing no emotion. After all, in her eyes, these were the loyal dogs she had raised. If one died, there would be more. Maybe the next one would be more loyal, like the young man sent by the company.

At this moment, the big screen showed the picture of Nanjie. Everyone was in disbelief as they saw that their vice president was being detained!

Presiding Judge Qiu Guofei was still frightened and immediately began the trial.

"Vice President Nan Jie betrayed God's will, used the power granted by the Saint to support the rebels, disrupted the stability of Huzhou, and is sentenced to be boiled in oil!"

After these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent. The vice president actually funded those rebels!

After the calm, there were crazy curses. The Saint gave you so much power, and you stabbed her in the back like this! Doesn't your conscience hurt?

I saw a big pot being lifted onto the flamethrower, and bottles of oil were being poured into the pot.

As one of the jet flames rose, the oil pan began to heat up.

Qiu Guofei continued the trial: "The rebel Hu Ziyu was sentenced to death."

A young man was grabbed and pressed to the ground. Huo Fu twitched the blade with his right hand and lifted the young man's chin with his left hand.

The blade ruthlessly cut the fragile throat, and blood gushed out, staining the white ground red.

The audience was in an uproar, as if the stadium was about to be lifted up.

Zhou Yang, who was kneeling beside him, looked pale and weak. "Brother Tang, where are you? You said you would protect me from death. You can't go back on your word. These bastards have all betrayed me and pushed me out to die."

Seeing the guillotine coming out, Zhou Yang cursed in his heart, wondering which pervert came up with all these different ways of dying.

Brother Tang, save me!!!

In the audience, the young man who brought Tang Ze over looked at the empty seat beside him, confused for a moment, but snorted coldly. He knew that this guy was a traitor and would be tried and executed soon. No, he had to report him himself, maybe he could be assigned to the law enforcement team.

At this time, the saint was silently watching those who were executed. This power to control life and death is really addictive. What stupid people are.

Knock, knock, knock on the door, followed by a strange sound.

“Takeout is here.”