Unexpected Death

Wang Yongxin was stunned. He suddenly found the Ding Wenqiang in front of him somewhat unfamiliar.

Prison Cell No. 3 was still open.

Even without smashing his own finger, a game in Prison Cell No. 3 would only deduct 18,000 minutes of Visa Time.

Even if it doubled, it would only be 36,000.

The tips Ding Wenqiang received from the Spectators were enough to cover this amount.

Even if he didn't want to accept a second trial, it wasn't unreasonable to use 18,000 minutes of Visa Time to split one trial, right?

Ding Wenqiang showed an annoyed expression and glared at Wang Yongxin, "Why are you looking at me like that?

"Isn't this what you people have been doing all along?

"As rich people, how many poor people can you feed with just a little bit that slips through your fingers?

"A bottle of red wine you open could be a food delivery driver's living expenses for years.

"If you paid each delivery driver an extra hundred yuan in social security, many people who get into accidents might be able to get medical treatment!

"Have you rich people ever given such a minuscule favor?

"Why do I have to share the burden for you when it's my turn?

"I am the King. The King's status was earned by my own ability, and I walked this path step by step!

"Why should I go into a Prison Cell and accept the same trial as you?

"Whether it's ten thousand minutes of Visa Time or a hundred minutes, it's all earned by myself. Even if it's earned easily, why should I give it away to save others?

"If you were the King, would you be so noble and selfless as to share the Judgment Game for other Prisoners?

"I don't believe it. If you were that kind of person, you wouldn't have been brought into this game by the Gallery!"

Wang Yongxin opened his mouth, and for a moment, he was speechless.

He had instinctively wanted to answer, "I would," but Ding Wenqiang's last sentence forced him to swallow his words.

Indeed, he seemed to have no standing to demand any sacrifice from Ding Wenqiang.

Even if it was just a mere 18,000 minutes of Visa Time.

[Spectator No. 1 tipped Ding Wenqiang 3000 minutes of Visa Time with the message: Well said!]

[Spectator No. 7 tipped Ding Wenqiang 2000 minutes of Visa Time with the message: Agreed.]

Ding Wenqiang seemed to have made up his mind. By this time, he was the only free person left in the arena, and the other four Prisoners had each been confined to their respective Prison Cells.

Ding Wenqiang walked to Prison Cell No. 5, where Zhang Peng was, and expressionlessly initiated the Judgment Game again.

Lin Sizhi leaned back in his chair and sighed silently.

He had done his best to reach this point.

The designer of this game was relatively merciful, leaving a way for everyone to survive. And this method wasn't particularly difficult to achieve.

Of course, it might not be that the designer was merciful, but rather a form of survivor bias: a game with no way out wouldn't pass the Gallery's review, let alone be selected.

But regardless, this path to survival existed, and Lin Sizhi had already pointed it out clearly.

Ultimately, the lives of these four people were in Ding Wenqiang's hands.

As a Spectator, Lin Sizhi couldn't personally intervene and could only do so much.

Spectator No. 1 was indeed a troublesome opponent.

If Lin Sizhi had done nothing, Spectator No. 1 would likely have succeeded in forcing Ding Wenqiang to conduct a third Judgment Game against Gao Zhankui and kill him.

And after killing Gao Zhankui, Ding Wenqiang would fall into an even greater slump.

At that point, Spectator No. 1 could then reveal Zhang Peng's secret and add the guilt of killing Gao Zhankui, easily manipulating Ding Wenqiang into killing Zhang Peng as well.

This way, step by step, they would push the King to kill more Prisoners, earning the greatest profit for the Spectators on the King's side.

Of course, Lin Sizhi wasn't sure if Spectator No. 1 had seen through the hidden information in Zhang Peng's videotape, but based on Spectator No. 1's previous performance, he was a smart and dangerous opponent, and they couldn't take that risk.

If it reached that point, the Prisoner side would have lost for sure.

Zhang Peng's hidden information was a chess piece that both the King's side and the Prisoner side could use; only the timing of its reveal would differ.

Lin Sizhi could only push Zhang Peng out first, partly to disrupt Spectator No. 1's pre-planned rhythm, and partly to buy time to persuade Ding Wenqiang to enter a Prison Cell.

If that happened, all five of them could survive.

But unfortunately, Lin Sizhi was not a god and could not control Ding Wenqiang's thoughts.

[Please cast a Fairness Vote on the King's actions.]

[Vote results: ×√×√××√√××]

[Final Fairness Score: -20]

[Thank you for your evaluation!]

The Spectators' fairness evaluation had decreased further.

Clearly, for spectators who genuinely believed Zhang Peng was scum, initiating a second trial was fair.

However, some argued that considering the game's significantly higher danger level compared to previous ones, it wasn't fair to subject Zhang Peng to a second trial now. After all, Cai Zhiyuan and Wang Yongxin had faced less severe punishments and only underwent one trial.

What's more, Ding Wenqiang himself hadn't entered the prison cell.

Inside Prison Cell No. 5, Zhang Peng's wails could still be heard intermittently.

Ding Wenqiang, with a dark expression, chose not to look at him anymore.

That blonde guy was always making a mountain out of a molehill; a few nails and he screamed louder than a pig being slaughtered.

After a while, it finally stopped.

Ding Wenqiang turned his head, only to be surprised to find that the Judgment Game hadn't ended.

The nail gun was still firing with a "ka-chi," "ka-chi" sound, driving nails into the target or Zhang Peng's body.

One nail, however, landed precisely on Zhang Peng's forehead, and the young blonde man had gone silent.

Ding Wenqiang's mind went blank for a moment.

Zhang Peng was dead.

He hadn't expected Zhang Peng to die so easily, as all previous Judgment Games could at least be played twice without issue.

Gao Zhankui, after rolling out of the Iron Maiden for the second time, was almost riddled with holes and still alive.

It was clear that the game in Prison Cell No. 5 was different from the others; it was extremely reliant on luck.

Theoretically, these games only became life-threatening on the third round.

But if a nail happened to hit the forehead, then all probabilities and counts became meaningless.

[Spectator No. 1 rewarded Ding Wenqiang with 4000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: He deserved to die.]

[Spectator No. 7 rewarded Ding Wenqiang with 3000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: You did nothing wrong.]

[Spectator No. 2 rewarded Ding Wenqiang with 5000 minutes of Visa Time, with the message: His luck was bad.]

Ding Wenqiang looked at the records on the screen.

[Trials Completed: 6/10]

He felt a strange sensation; Zhang Peng's death didn't seem to affect him much, and he felt much calmer instead.

"Four more times."

Ding Wenqiang numbly walked to Prison Cell No. 4 and looked at Gao Zhankui, who was still lying on the ground, covered in blood.

A moment later, he arrived in front of Prison Cells No. 1 and No. 2.

There was an obvious problem now: with 4 more trials needed, Gao Zhankui would likely die if he played one more game. That would still leave 3 trials to complete.

This meant that, no matter what, Cai Zhiyuan and Wang Yongxin would also have to play at least one more game.

"I'm sorry."

Ding Wenqiang activated the Judgment Games for Prison Cell No. 1 and Prison Cell No. 2 one after another.

He ultimately decided to leave the most difficult problem for last: first complete the second trials for Cai Zhiyuan and Wang Yongxin, and then make a choice of two out of three for the final two trials.

Cai Zhiyuan and Wang Yongxin said nothing, merely preparing themselves once more.