By What Right

[Game starts in 30 seconds. Please place your hands and feet into the targets' restraints and prepare.]

[Each shot from the nail gun will grant 2000 minutes of visa time. After 10 minutes, the mechanism will automatically disengage.]

Zhang Peng stood before the target, placing his hands and feet into the restraints. A series of "click" sounds echoed as he was securely locked in a spread-eagle position.

"Uncle Ding! I was wrong! I don't want to die!"

Zhang Peng continued to shout, but the game had already begun.

"Click!"

The nail gun in the mechanism wasn't significantly different from a regular one, and its sound wasn't particularly loud, but the speed at which the nails flew was terrifying.

With a "thwack," a nail easily embedded itself into the target area above and to the left of Zhang Peng's head.

"Ah!!"

Zhang Peng began to scream uncontrollably. It was clear that if that nail had been even slightly askew, hitting his forehead, he would have been dead by now.

The only good news was that the nail gun's firing rate was slightly lower than the needle-pricking frequency of the Iron Maiden in Prison Cell No. 4.

However, this also made Zhang Peng's wait feel much longer.

The second nail.

The third nail.

The fourth nail.

Zhang Peng was terrified each time but was fortunate enough not to be hit by any nails.

Just as he was starting to relax, a sharp nail whistled through the air and pierced his left forearm.

"Ah!! Ah!!!"

Zhang Peng screamed until his voice was hoarse.

Ding Wenqiang felt extremely annoyed. Zhang Peng's injuries were far less severe than Gao Zhankui's, yet he was screaming so much louder.

[Please vote on the fairness of the King's actions.]

The broadcast sounded again, and Lin Sizhi pressed "×".

[Voting results: √√×√××√√×√]

[Final Fairness Score: 20]

[Thank you for your evaluation!]

This trial caused significant division among the spectators once again.

Including Lin Sizhi, four spectators voted "×".

Since no visa time was deducted, it meant these were their genuine thoughts.

However, they clearly didn't believe Zhang Peng didn't deserve punishment, but rather that the punishment was too severe.

Although Zhang Peng was the most malicious among the five, his highest crime was only robbery, and according to his own account, he had already been sentenced to three years.

What set Prison Cell No. 5 apart from all previous cells was that if one were particularly unlucky, they could die in their very first game.

Moreover, the sensory stimulation from the nail gun was indeed too intense.

Some spectators didn't bother calculating the exact probability of the nail gun hitting a fatal spot on Zhang Peng; they instinctively felt the punishment was excessive.

However, this outcome made Lin Sizhi start to ponder.

"Strange, according to the cell designs in this game, an unfair outcome is almost inevitable.

"Because the punishments in Cell No. 4 and Cell No. 5 are somewhat too severe, no matter which prisoner is thrown in, some spectators are likely to feel it's unfair.

"Under such a strict lie detection mechanism, there's almost no room for ambiguity in the spectators' votes.

"So, what is the point of the fairness vote?"

Lin Sizhi tapped the table, lost in thought, while flipping through previous fairness scores.

[40,000 minutes of visa time have been settled to the player.]

The restraints on the target automatically opened, and Zhang Peng fell to the ground, rolling and wailing.

A total of 20 nails had been fired, with 4 hitting him. Fortunately, none were in vital areas.

Although the scene looked somewhat gruesome, Zhang Peng's injuries at this moment were likely still less severe than Gao Zhankui's.

[Spectator No. 7 tipped Ding Wenqiang 6000 minutes of visa time with the message: Continue with Prison Cell No. 4.]

[Spectator No. 2 tipped Ding Wenqiang 6000 minutes of visa time with the message: Prison Cell No. 5, ten thousand.]

The spectators, who had all been focused on Gao Zhankui moments ago, were now divided. Spectator No. 7 was still insisting on Gao Zhankui, but Spectator No. 2 had very smoothly shifted their attention to Zhang Peng.

[Spectator No. 1 tipped Ding Wenqiang 6000 minutes of visa time with the message: Scum like him deserves to die.]

Hearing this message, Ding Wenqiang was somewhat moved.

He looked at the four prisoners locked in different cells and suddenly realized that the No. 1 spectator was right; Zhang Peng was the one among these four who deserved to die the most.

While the other three had their own sins, at least they hadn't directly and severely broken the law.

In contrast, Zhang Peng was a thief, a robber, and lazy. He not only contributed nothing to society but only brought disaster.

If he hadn't impulsively decided to rob and beat up Ding Wenqiang, that delivery driver wouldn't have died.

Yes, Zhang Peng should bear the primary responsibility! He was the culprit who killed that delivery driver!

Thinking of Zhang Peng's disgusting, fawning face made Ding Wenqiang want to vomit.

If Zhang Peng hadn't been there fanning the flames, he wouldn't have been so anxious to send Wang Yongxin and Gao Zhankui in.

With this thought, Ding Wenqiang once again came before Prison Cell No. 5.

Zhang Peng was so terrified he lost his soul. "Uncle Ding! Uncle Ding, I was wrong, please let me go!"

Just then, another announcement sounded.

[Spectator No. 5 rewarded Ding Wenqiang with 4000 minutes of visa time, with the accompanying message: You enter the prison cell.]

Ding Wenqiang was stunned for a moment, once again confused.

Spectator No. 5, he had some impression of them.

It was this person who had exposed Zhang Peng earlier.

However, Ding Wenqiang didn't understand what "you enter the prison cell" meant.

He looked at Wang Yongxin beside him again.

Wang Yongxin's expression was also a bit surprised, but after a moment of thought, he suddenly showed a joyful expression. "It can be like this? Wait, it seems... it's really feasible!"

Ding Wenqiang was somewhat puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Wang Yongxin struggled to stand up, grabbed the bars of the cell, and explained, "Uncle Ding, there's a way for everyone to survive this game!

"The game said that the danger of the Judgment Game in these prison cells doubles with each round. Looking at the situation in Prison Cell No. 4, the third Judgment Game could very well result in death.

"There are a total of 10 rounds. If there are four prisoners, it means someone will inevitably die. If you're lucky, one person dies; if you're unlucky, two die!

"But we've all fallen into a misconception: that you can also enter the prison cell!

"The game rules state that whether we are 'King' or 'Prisoner,' our identity is 'Sinner.' And the Judgment Game in the prison cells is for all sinners!

"Therefore, you can also enter any prison cell.

"If there are five people, then each person only needs to play two rounds of the game.

"No one will die.

"No one will die!"

Wang Yongxin had been on the verge of despair.

10 rounds of the game, with four prisoners, meant that two prisoners would inevitably be forced to undergo the third Judgment Game.

The rules stated that in most games, prisoners would be in mortal danger by the third trial.

Although Wang Yongxin felt that these two unlucky spots might not fall on him, what if they did?

But now, Spectator No. 5 had pointed it out directly: if Ding Wenqiang could also enter a prison cell, then completing the 10 rounds of the Judgment Game would be much easier.

Whether entering Prison Cell No. 3 or Prison Cell No. 6, as long as Ding Wenqiang himself completed two rounds of the Judgment Game, the burden on others would be greatly reduced.

Moreover, Prison Cell No. 3 and Prison Cell No. 6 were not particularly dangerous cells overall.

Ding Wenqiang lowered his head, lost in thought.

[Spectator No. 7 rewarded Ding Wenqiang with 2000 minutes of visa time, with the accompanying message: Don't go.]

[Spectator No. 1 rewarded Ding Wenqiang with 3000 minutes of visa time, with the accompanying message: Why should I?]

Time ticked by.

Ding Wenqiang looked up. "Yes, why should I?"