Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

Chapter 28 - Crushing the Human Body

When Clarice, Bronte, and Grant heard Chapman’s screams, they could not help but turn their heads to look.

Hiss!

The three of them took a deep breath and broke out in cold sweat.

At this moment, Chapman could neither advance nor retreat. He hated the Death Inquisitor to the core. That damned clock was ticking non-stop. He watched as the seconds ticked away, but he could not do anything with the key in his hand.

“F*ck you, Judge! I’m going to kill your whole family!”

Chapman cursed, then he raised his left fist and smashed it into the glass box. Bang! The glass box didn’t change at all. It wasn’t ordinary glass at all, but reinforced and hardened glass!

“F*ck! Ahhhhh!”

Chapman broke down. He looked at his right hand, which was heavily wounded by the barbs, and gritted his teeth. But just as he exerted his strength, the barbs tore a small hole in his flesh.

“Ah! ah ah ah!”

Chapman screamed in pain. Looking at the small holes, fresh blood kept oozing out.

“I was wrong. I’m sorry. Let me go. I won’t dare to do it again.” Chapman felt the intense pain and was afraid. He began to beg for mercy. Tears flowed down his face. Ever since he was born, he had never suffered such grievance. He had never suffered such torture.

However, tears and repentance were not believed in the death broadcast room. If you could live, you could tell others. If you died, you could go to hell and tell the devil.

Jack’s cold voice sounded again.

“You have 30 seconds left. Each of you was very proud, haughty, and overconfident when you were bullying your classmates. Now, you must not be afraid. Otherwise, you will be turned into minced meat!”

“Ah!”

“You bastard!” Chapman shouted and pulled his right hand out crazily.

“Ah ah ah!”

Amidst the screams, Chapman’s hand was pulled back bit by bit. At this time, the camera zoomed in on him. The skin and flesh of his wrist were being pulled off bit by bit. It was as though a clumsy butcher was messily peeling off the skin. It was very messy and bloody. It was disgusting.

“Ho ho ho ho…I did it…”

As Chapman took out the key, he smiled darkly and coldly. His hand looked like the devil’s hand, just as if it had reached out from hell. It looked like a chicken’s paw that had been bitten by a dog. It was full of potholes and was bleeding profusely.

“Death Judge…I, Chapman, have passed…” Chapman raised his trembling bloody hand and inserted the key into the keyhole. With a bang, the iron ring was opened and the rope and collar were immediately released.

Seeing that he had been saved, Bronte, the weakest, pleaded, “Chapman, save me. Your key might be able to open mine! Just like the last live broadcast!”

“Get lost! Even if I can open it, I won’t let you use it! If you want to live, reach in and take it! F*ck you! You want to get the reward without working hard for it? I can’t let you guys have it so easy after suffering so much!” Chapman said as he took off his coat and wrapped it around his right hand.

“Chapman, save me, I’m your woman!” Chris shouted.

Chapman snorted and said, “I have plenty of women. Besides, I’m not the only man you have. If I don’t save Bronte, I can’t save you either! Save yourself!” After saying that, he threw the key into the corner.