Deceitful Game

Chapter 72 The Hidden Justice



Chapter 72 The Hidden Justice

Chapter 72 The Hidden Justice

Drip, drip, drip —

Beside the silent round table, the monkey strained to tilt its upper body so it could read numbers for its protector.

"Twenty seconds have passed!"

The monkey shouted, "The reading is 17!"

The protector was calculating in his mind—although the reading was only 17, there were actually 47 seconds left.

Because apart from the first 60 seconds, the rest are not displayed.

His actual timer is 30 seconds, so his total time is 90 seconds.

Subtracting the 23 seconds he spent in the first round, he has a total of 67 seconds left.

80 seconds is more than enough.

"The readings are almost exhausted, 4, 3, 2, 1 remaining —"

The monkey tensed up: "Uncle, it's already reset to zero!"

When the reading above the head reached zero, the sunflower did not fire a bullet.

The beeping sound just got more and more urgent.

It's like a bomb, about to explode!

"Thirty seconds left."

The protector himself said in a hoarse voice.

At this moment, all the players knew why the reading above everyone's head was set to only 60.

Because the second phase of the game begins when the reading above your head is exhausted!

At this point, the time gained through betting is not displayed, and the remaining time obtained when pressing "stop" is also not displayed. This means that the "second half of the time" for each person can no longer be accurately timed by "in-team readings"!

If you don't press "Stop", you can still see how much time you have left.

But once you press "stop" and become the dealer, you won't even know how much time you have left.

If the monkeys hadn't sacrificed themselves to force the protectors into the second phase early—when they had all spent their time in the second phase almost simultaneously—the game would have suddenly become much more brutal.

Just like how the monkey increased Lin Ya's timer, he now doesn't even know how much time he has left.

But it doesn't matter.

Because he never intended to win.

She just didn't want the old man to die in front of her—while she hadn't done anything!

No matter what, the monkey could not accept this fact!

"I can't keep you on time anymore, sir!"

The monkey seemed a little flustered: "Can you time it yourself?!"

The protector shouted with his eyes closed, "You don't need to worry about it!"

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As long as your timer is truly 80 seconds, it will definitely be enough!

"It really is eighty seconds, believe me!"

The monkeys shouted as well.

Even though the game area was spacious and quiet, Mingpo and Lin Ya didn't say a word. But their voices grew louder and louder.

It's like releasing inner fears.

"Is his timer really eighty seconds?"

Even the protector couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind at this moment.

At this point, the team counter is no longer useful.

He had already begun to use up his last thirty seconds.

At this moment, Mingpo and Lin Ya also turned their gazes over.

They were either deep in thought or filled with nervous anticipation.

Because at this point, the protector has another option—

That means pressing pass when you're stuck in the last few seconds.

Pass the bomb with little time remaining directly to the next player!

Whether Mingpo didn't react in time, or Mingpo reacted but Lin Ya didn't, they could both be killed in the explosion!

Therefore, Lin Ya was even more nervous than the protector himself.

Her breathing became heavy, and even Mingpo and the monkey could hear her panting.

So, who will be killed in the explosion?

Was she the protector? The wolf? Or—herself?

Or perhaps—she could react at the last second and blow up the monkey who was the dealer?

Mingbo remained silent, simply gazing at her protector.

His gaze was devoid of any emotion or fluctuation.

But no one else knew —

Mingpo's finger wasn't even on the "Pass" button at this moment.

As the beeping grew more rapid, the protector's breathing became rapid.

His tightly closed eyes darted around rapidly, and his cheeks flushed. His hands clenched and unclenched—but he carefully avoided touching any buttons.

Faced with the imminent threat of both survival and death, the protector's mind began to wander:

—Even if the monkey really does need to be timed for eighty seconds.

Did he press the wrong key?

If time runs out completely, does he win immediately? Will the game end instantly?

Or will he have to press the pass or terminate button again at that time?

If he doesn't press the button, will he get blown up after the game ends?

Has time not ended yet?

—Is thirty seconds really that long?

In that instant, images from the protector's past flashed through his mind.

He was disliked from childhood.

He wasn't that fat back then, but he had an overly persistent sense of justice.

The children liked to throw pebbles at the residents' windows, and then scream and run away as soon as the residents opened their windows and cursed them.

They like to sneak into other people's dormitories and plug their keyholes with chewed gum.

And each time, he would loudly stop this behavior.

Others called him a "disappointment" and a "fool".

He would even tell other parents what they had done. Eventually, they stopped playing with him.

But he didn't regret it at the time.

Because his father told him that this was the right thing to do, and that's how it should be done. His friends were the ones who were wrong, and they would realize their mistake later.

After that, he went to school.

He would tell the teacher if someone cheated; he would also tell the teacher if someone copied his homework.

The students all disliked him.

On one occasion, a group of boys were playing around and forcibly dragged away the thinnest boy in the class, lifted him up and slammed him against a big tree.

He rushed over and stopped them.

During the scuffle, he was pushed to the ground because of his smaller size.

He could only bite the leader's face with all his might, even drawing blood.

The result would be that his father would have to come to the school to apologize.

He bit his classmate so badly that he was disfigured and had to pay a large sum of money in compensation.

There's also the cost of the rabies vaccine—the other parent insisted that their child get the rabies vaccine as a precaution.

It was as if he were a mad dog.

Ultimately, he was reprimanded by both parties for fighting with his classmate. He insisted that he was acting bravely, but even the boy he saved said they were just playing around.

But he clearly looked unwilling at the time.

Even his father, with tears in his eyes, told him to stop causing trouble for himself.

"We don't have much money at home! We're lucky if we can afford to send you to school! Do you know how difficult it is for your parents to take a day off?!"

"You've left a scar on his face. How is he going to find a partner in the future? Do you know how long it takes his parents to earn 50,000 yuan?"

He didn't understand why things were like this.

But he knew that the "future" his father had promised him might never come.

His friends may not know they were wrong—but he knows he was wrong now.

After that, he stopped doing such "strange" things.

He obediently went to an ordinary university, found an ordinary job, and became an ordinary office worker. Fortunately, he was smart enough to survive the dreaded field of biology, chemistry, environmental science, and materials science.

He also learned to turn a blind eye, to go along with the crowd, and to remain silent.

As a result, life became smooth sailing.

It turns out I was the strange one, and I was the one who didn't know any better.

It's all my father's fault for teaching me the wrong things from the very beginning.

he thinks.

He discovered the company's secret: their children's drugs had not passed clinical trials, and all the clinical data was fabricated.

But he hadn't even had a chance to do anything, or even announce his plans to anyone else—

—When he came to his senses, he was already flying in the air.

He had no memory of going to the rooftop, nor did he know why he jumped.

I was just thinking—

Should his family pay for the car he smashed downstairs?

--drop.

The last beeping sound rang out.

The timer stopped abruptly.

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