Chapter 136-140

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The cold monitor displayed the seventh mini-game.

Mission 1: Pollitt cuts off three kilograms of flesh from his body.

Mission 2: Perform a full circumcision on Barzel. All the flesh must be removed.


Choose a mission within ten minutes to complete. Otherwise, all members will be punished by having three kilograms of flesh removed.

Looking at the small game, Monica narrowed her eyes.

“Another surgery mission. What’s the connection between them? What does the Death Judge want to do?”


Bowman replied, “This surgery is a small surgery for men. It’s very routine and there’s less bleeding. But if it’s a full-cut surgery, as long as the man has a slight physiological reaction after the surgery, the wound will tear. Even if it’s fully healed, once there’s a reaction, it will be severely stretched, and even the old wound will be torn open. So when men do this surgery, they usually don’t cut too much. The Death Judge wants to make it impossible for him to get an erection in the future!”


“That’s one thing, but I have a feeling that it won’t be that simple.”

“Yeah, I have the same feeling, but I can’t think of any connection between these two surgeries. What exactly is he guiding them towards?” Ross frowned. He could not find the answer.

At the live broadcast, the four of them looked at each other.


“Barzel, you can do this mission. Paulette has three kilograms of meat. No matter where you cut it, there will be massive bleeding. We only have one medical box, so it will be difficult for us to control the situation!” Rainier said.

“Compared to my mission, your circumcision is nothing,” said Morse coldly as he was lying on the sofa.

Barzel’s breathing was much heavier.

“Paulette, don’t forget that you owe me a circumcision!”

Seeing that he agreed, Paulette also breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded his head with a serious look on his face.


“Don’t worry. As long as we survive, I, Paulette, will never forget you in the future!”

Hence, everyone began to prepare for the surgery. Compared to the first time, the few of them became more skilled. They had turned into chief surgeons and assistants.

At this moment, in the darkness outside the door, Jack was smiling.

‘Have you noticed that your surgical techniques are becoming more and more exquisite, Hehe…’


It was an almost-perfect all-cutting surgery performance. It was almost a perfect suture.

There was a small amount of bleeding, and the pain was within the tolerable range. The minor surgery went very smoothly, and even the audience in the live broadcast room could not believe it.

“F*ck! These bastards actually learned how to perform surgery on their own?”


“Judge, do something exciting. We are not happy watching this!”

“You’re right. Scum like them should have their hands and feet cut off. First, cripple them, then kill them one by one, and slowly torture them!”

“Why are you chatting like you’re the Death Inquisitor?!”

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