According to the game rules, every time the King executes a prisoner, each betting audience member can receive an additional 30,000 minutes of visa time.

Not to mention, after winning the game, they can also share the visa time bet by the audience on the prisoners' side, which averages out to an additional fifty thousand.

In other words, for someone like Audience No. 1, who frequently gives tips, as long as it doesn't exceed eighty thousand and they win the game, they still profit.

All these factors make the betting audience on the King's side more frequent in their tipping.

However, the audience on the prisoners' side doesn't have the concept of "more work, more gain." As long as at least three prisoners survive by the end of the game, they can receive a basic reward.

No extra reward is given for more prisoners surviving.

Thus, even if they choose the prisoners' side, these audience members are reluctant to waste their visa time tipping.

Audience No. 3, who is willing to spend 1000 minutes of visa time to send a word, is already considered quite sympathetic.

Yet, obviously, the impact of a single word is minimal.

...

[Audience No. 2 tips Ding Wenqiang 6000 minutes of visa time, with a message: Cell No. 4, ten thousand.]

[Audience No. 8 tips Ding Wenqiang 4000 minutes of visa time, with a message: No. 4, ten thousand.]

The audience betting on the King's side has all realized this.

They know this isn't a fair judgment, but for the reward of visa time, they still hope Gao Zhankui dies quickly.

Ding Wenqiang was also somewhat surprised.

Is Gao Zhankui really that annoying?

In fact, based solely on the crimes disclosed on the videotapes, Gao Zhankui isn't the worst.

Is it because people naturally despise such accomplices more?

Ding Wenqiang didn't know the rules related to the audience, much less why these audience members kept tipping him.

He can only continuously receive very straightforward and crude information: these audience members are generously tipping visa time just to see him fiercely judge Gao Zhankui.

Coincidentally, among the four prisoners, Ding Wenqiang disliked Gao Zhankui the most.

But upon seeing Gao Zhankui's bloodied appearance, Ding Wenqiang hesitated again, finding himself unprepared for the mindset to kill.

Even if it's the rule of the game, even if he doesn't need to do it himself, crossing this hurdle still isn't easy.

Zhang Peng whispered, "Uncle Ding, what are you still thinking about?

"You can't just focus on the immediate situation. If you don't do what the audience wants, they might not tip again in the future."

These words instantly reminded Ding Wenqiang.

Indeed, these audience tip generously, but such tips clearly come with conditions.

The audience usually gives four thousand or six thousand minutes of visa time first, and only after Ding Wenqiang meets their demands will they give the remaining visa time.

If Ding Wenqiang ignores these demands, they certainly wouldn't tip anymore.

In that case, Ding Wenqiang wouldn't just lose these few thousand, but potentially most of the future tips, which could amount to tens of thousands.

Gritting his teeth, Ding Wenqiang once again approached Gao Zhankui's Cell No. 4.

...

Lin Sizhi stared at the scene below through the glass, quietly watching.

Indeed, once the slide starts, it's hard to stop.

Five audience members can utilize this special killing mechanism to gain a large amount of visa time, and just by sharing a portion of this visa time, they can easily manipulate Ding Wenqiang's actions.

But the audience on the prisoners' side, almost have no countermeasures of equivalent value.

Although they could tip Ding Wenqiang, since they can't profit from his actions, their tips would most likely go to waste.

Even if one or two people are willing to pay out of their own pockets to advise Ding Wenqiang not to trouble Gao Zhankui anymore, their voices are easily overshadowed by the five audience members on the King's side.

So, the absence of tips from the prisoners' side audience is because they've realized such actions are pointless.

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

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Sizhi pressed the tip button on the desk.

...

Ding Wenqiang returned once more to Cell No. 4, but just then, he heard a new broadcast.

[Audience No. 5 tips Ding Wenqiang 8000 minutes of visa time, with a message: Zhang Peng is the one who assaulted you.]

Ding Wenqiang froze, momentarily unable to understand the meaning of the message.

Zhang Peng? Assault?

He instinctively looked toward Zhang Peng, only to see Zhang Peng become instantly nervous and start trembling uncontrollably.

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

Zhang Peng swallowed hard: "Uncle Ding, I don't know what that means. We haven't met before!"

Ding Wenqiang raised the scepter with a dark expression: "Will you speak or not!"

Zhang Peng dropped to his knees with a thud, raising both hands: "Uncle Ding, I really don't know what to say!"

Ding Wenqiang frowned deeply, feeling that Zhang Peng was lying, but he couldn't quite make sense of everything.

Just then, a cough came from Cell No. 2.

"Cough! Cough cough!"

Wang Yongxin was sitting on the ground, rubbing the bruises on his neck, speaking in a hoarse voice:

"Uncle Ding, don't you understand?

"The five of us were placed in this judgment game actually have deeper connections.

"I didn't realize it at first, given that you, I, Cai Zhiyuan, and the other two, didn't know each other.

"But actually, our connection is tighter than we thought. An invisible link strings the five of us together.

"It's that deliveryman.

"He was a delivery rider for Express Delivery. I was the CEO, Gao Zhankui was the site manager. As for Cai Zhiyuan, his developed algorithm program was sold by his company to many platforms, including my Express Delivery.

"Thus...

"In this judgment game, the five of us are responsible for the deliveryman's death.

"In that case, isn't it strange for this unemployed thug to be here? On the surface, he has no connection to the deliveryman's death.

"However, an invisible thread was embedded in your and his tapes.

"When you accidentally killed the deliveryman, it wasn't just because of fatigue while driving, but also because you had just been assaulted, limiting your vision.

"And what about him?

"The tapes mentioned robbery, assault, his malice like a butterfly flapping its wings, turning into the unforeseen calamity of the innocent.

"And the final archive stated 'not judged.'

"Clearly, a repeat offender like him, couldn't possibly be lucky not to get caught every time, right?

"So, 'not judged' means he wasn't judged in this 'deliveryman death' case, like me and Cai Zhiyuan.

"And from your reaction, it seems that his assault and robbery went unresolved, without investigation, right?"

Speaking fluently, Wang Yongxin, angry from Zhang Peng's silent manipulation earlier that put him into Cell No. 2 found this an opportunity for retaliation with no restraint.

All of this remained within the permitted scope of the game rules.

Ding Wenqiang clenched his hands tightly, veins bulging.

Zhang Peng's face turned pale, sensing the killing intent in Ding Wenqiang's eyes, leaving him at a loss.

Ding Wenqiang's voice was a bit hoarse: "You recognized me from the start, didn't you?

"Back then, you wore a mask and a hat, but I didn't.

"Thanks to you, my left eye was swollen for a week.

"If it wasn't for the blind spot in my left eye's vision, I wouldn't have hit that deliveryman."

Zhang Peng, terrified, fell to his knees, clutching Ding Wenqiang's leg: "Uncle Ding! I was wrong, I'm sorry! I had no money to spend then, it was a moment of confusion, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision, I really was wrong!

"Put me in Cell No. 3, let me atone, Uncle Ding I promise, I'll smash all ten fingers! I'll definitely smash them all!

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

Ding Wenqiang pointed towards Cell No. 5: "Go in."

Zhang Peng was crying with a runny nose and tears: "Uncle Ding, even if I were convicted of robbery or assault, it would only be a two to three-year sentence, I don't deserve to die, Uncle Ding!

"How was I supposed to know hitting you would lead to this?

"The deliveryman's death is really unrelated to me!"

Ding Wenqiang kicked him away: "Get in! I don't want to repeat myself!"

"Alright, alright, I'll go, I'll go."

Zhang Peng stumbled into Cell No. 5, and Ding Wenqiang slammed the cell door shut with a thunderous crash.

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