Tipping (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader He Guang Cheng Tong)

According to the rules of the game, every time the King executed a prisoner, each audience member who had bet on him would receive an additional 30,000 minutes of Visa Time.

Not to mention that after winning the game, they could also divide up the Visa Time wagered by the audience on the prisoners' side, which averaged another 50,000 minutes.

In other words, even if Viewer No. 1 tipped frequently like this, as long as the total did not exceed 80,000 minutes and the King won the game, they would still come out ahead.

All these factors drove the audience members betting on the King's side to tip more and more frequently.

But the audience on the prisoners' side had no such "more work, more reward" arrangement. As long as at least three prisoners survived when the game ended, they would receive the guaranteed reward.

Even if more prisoners survived, there would be no additional reward.

So even those who had chosen the prisoners' side were reluctant to waste their own Visa Time on tips.

Someone like Viewer No. 3, willing to spend 1,000 minutes of Visa Time just to send a single word, was already considered fairly compassionate.

But clearly, that one word could accomplish very little.

[Viewer No. 2 tipped Ding Wenqiang 6,000 minutes of Visa Time. Attached message: Prison Cell No. 4, ten thousand.]

[Viewer No. 8 tipped Ding Wenqiang 4,000 minutes of Visa Time. Attached message: No. 4, ten thousand.]

The viewers betting on the King's side had all realized this.

They knew this was not a fair trial, but for the sake of the Visa Time rewards, they still hoped Gao Zhankui would die soon.

Ding Wenqiang was somewhat surprised as well.

Gao Zhankui... was he really that hated?

Judging purely from the crimes exposed in the Videotape, Gao Zhankui was not the worst of them.

Was it because people instinctively hated these lackeys who aided evil even more?

Ding Wenqiang did not know the audience's rules, much less why these viewers kept tipping him.

All he could continuously receive was a simple, blunt message: these viewers were throwing around Visa Time because they wanted to see him ruthlessly judge Gao Zhankui.

As it happened, of the four prisoners, Gao Zhankui was the one Ding Wenqiang hated most.

But seeing Gao Zhankui covered in blood, Ding Wenqiang hesitated again. He still was not mentally prepared to kill someone.

Even if it was part of the game's rules, even if he did not need to do it himself, crossing that line was still not easy.

Zhang Peng lowered his voice. "Uncle Ding, what are you still considering?

"You can't just focus on what's in front of you. If you don't do what the viewers say, they might stop tipping you later."

Those words instantly reminded Ding Wenqiang.

The viewers were indeed eagerly tipping him, but those tips clearly came with conditions.

The viewers generally gave 4,000 or 6,000 minutes of Visa Time first, then only gave the rest after Ding Wenqiang truly fulfilled their demands.

And once Ding Wenqiang ignored their demands, they definitely would not give him any more Visa Time.

Then what Ding Wenqiang would lose would not just be a few thousand minutes, but most of the Visa Time they might tip later on, an amount that could reach tens of thousands.

Gritting his teeth, Ding Wenqiang walked toward Prison Cell No. 4 again, where Gao Zhankui was held.

Lin Sizhi quietly watched the scene below through the glass.

Sure enough, once the slide began, it was hard to stop.

The five viewers could use this special killing mechanism to obtain a huge amount of Visa Time, and as long as they gave away a portion of it, they could easily control Ding Wenqiang's actions.

But the viewers on the prisoners' side had almost no equivalent means of countering them.

They could also tip Ding Wenqiang, but since they could not gain anything from his actions, their tips would most likely go to waste.

Even if one or two people were willing to pay out of pocket to urge Ding Wenqiang not to keep making things difficult for Gao Zhankui, their voices could easily be drowned out by the five viewers on the King's side.

So the prisoners' side had not tipped because they had realized that doing so was meaningless.

At this rate, the prisoners' side was doomed to lose.

After considering it for a moment, Lin Sizhi pressed the tip button on the desk.

Ding Wenqiang returned to Prison Cell No. 4, but at that moment, he heard a new broadcast.

[Viewer No. 5 tipped Ding Wenqiang 8,000 minutes of Visa Time. Attached message: Zhang Peng was the one who beat you.]

Ding Wenqiang froze, not understanding what the sentence meant for a moment.

Zhang Peng? Beating him?

He instinctively looked at Zhang Peng, only to see him instantly become nervous, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"You seem to know something. What does that mean?" Ding Wenqiang asked.

Zhang Peng swallowed. "Uncle Ding, I don't know what it means. We've never met before."

Ding Wenqiang raised the scepter with a dark expression. "Are you going to talk or not?"

With a thud, Zhang Peng dropped to his knees and raised both hands. "Uncle Ding, I really don't know what I'm supposed to say!"

Ding Wenqiang frowned deeply. He felt Zhang Peng was lying, but he could not sort things out for the moment.

Just then, coughing came from Prison Cell No. 2.

"Cough! Cough cough!"

Wang Yongxin sat on the floor, rubbing the bruises on his neck as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Uncle Ding, don't you understand yet?

"The five of us were assigned to this Judgment Game because we actually have a deeper connection.

"I did not realize it at first either. After all, you, me, Cai Zhiyuan, and those two did not know one another.

"But in truth, the connection between the five of us is much closer than we imagined. An invisible bond ties all five of us together.

"It's that delivery driver.

"He was a rider for Speedy Delivery. I was the CEO, and Gao Zhankui was the station manager. As for Cai Zhiyuan, the algorithm program he developed was sold by his company to many platforms, including, of course, my Speedy Delivery.

"In other words...

"In this Judgment Game, the five of us are responsible for that delivery driver's death.

"Then isn't it strange that this unemployed blond thug got mixed in? On the surface, he has absolutely nothing to do with that delivery driver's death.

"But there was a hidden clue buried in your Videotape and his.

"When you accidentally hit the delivery driver, it was not only because you were driving while fatigued. It was also because you had just been beaten, which limited your vision.

"And him?

"The Videotape said it: robbery, brawling. His malice was like a butterfly flapping its wings, turning into an innocent person's Unforeseen Disaster.

"And the final file said, 'Not judged.'

"Obviously, scum like him, who had been in and out of prison so many times, could not possibly have been lucky enough every time to avoid getting caught, right?

"So 'Not judged' does not mean he was never judged for anything. It specifically means that, like me and Cai Zhiyuan, he was not judged in the case of the 'delivery driver's death.'

"And judging from your reaction, the time he beat and robbed you probably went unresolved too, didn't it?"

Wang Yongxin spoke with great satisfaction. Thinking about how Zhang Peng had covertly used just a few words to send him into Prison Cell No. 2 earlier made him furious. Now that he had found an opportunity, he naturally retaliated without mercy.

All of this was within the game's rules.

Ding Wenqiang's grip gradually tightened, veins bulging on his hand.

Zhang Peng's face went pale. He could feel the killing intent in Ding Wenqiang's eyes and became completely flustered.

Ding Wenqiang's voice was somewhat hoarse. "You recognized me from the very beginning, didn't you?

"You wore a mask and a hat back then, but I didn't.

"Thanks to you, my left eye stayed swollen for an entire week.

"If it had not been for the blind spot in my left eye, I never would have hit that delivery driver."

Terrified, Zhang Peng dropped to his knees with a thud and hugged Ding Wenqiang's leg. "Uncle Ding! I was wrong, I'm sorry! I had no money to spend back then. I was muddleheaded for a moment and acted on impulse. I really was wrong!

"Put me in Prison Cell No. 3. Let me atone, Uncle Ding, I swear I'll smash all ten of my fingers! I'll definitely smash them all!

"If I don't, use the scepter to electrocute me to death!"

Ding Wenqiang pointed at Prison Cell No. 5. "Get in."

Zhang Peng cried so hard that tears and snot covered his face. "Uncle Ding, even if you sentence me for robbery, even if you sentence me for fighting, I'd only get two or three years in prison. My crime doesn't deserve death, Uncle Ding!

"How was I supposed to know something like this would happen after I beat you?

"That delivery driver's death really had nothing to do with me!"

Ding Wenqiang kicked him away. "Get in! I don't want to say it a second time!"

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll go, I'll go."

Zhang Peng scrambled into Prison Cell No. 5 on his hands and knees. Ding Wenqiang slammed the cell door shut, producing a deafening clang.

Thanks to the alliance leader for the tip! I really cannot update too much during the new book period. The recommendation system was recently revamped, and books do not even begin queuing for recommendations until 60,000 words. Mine only just finished its trial run at 110,000 words, and I still have not received a major recommendation. The traffic losses have been brutal. Also, I write relatively slowly, and many plotlines need to be repeatedly cut and revised. So I'll add one chapter for now. After it goes premium, if I have the energy, I'll try to update even more. Thank you, everyone!