Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death Chapter 237

At this moment, no matter how pretentious you were before, no matter how badass you were.

When he saw the moon-like skin of Freddy, he instantly lost his temper. It was too terrifying and too disgusting. It was dripping with blood, and it looked as if he had just torn off human skin.

“Time's up.” Jack's cold voice rang out.

Plop.

Vark kneeled down again and begged Jack. “Please, I only have one son. As long as you let him go, I will do anything you want me to do.”

Jack smiled slightly.

“Then are you willing to die for him?”

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

Vark's face was shocked, and his eyes were trembling.

Who was he?

Sheila was the most beautiful woman in New York City, and he was the city's richest man. How could he give up his life for a mere son? It was impossible.

At this time, Arnold narrowed his eyes and said anxiously, “Death Judge, didn't you say that this game can replace punishment? Mom, Dad, I'm your only son. I'm still so young. Sob sob sob…”

Valk and Shiela were stunned.

They also remembered what the Death Judge had said.

At this moment, Jack's lips curled into a sinister smile, and he said, “I'll give you 30 seconds to consider the incident. If no one replaces you, I'll detonate the bomb.”

As soon as he said that, Arnold was so scared that his liver was about to burst. He knelt down and said to Sheila, “Mom, you love me the most, right? You love me the most. I'm only 20 years old now, and I'm still so young. The road ahead is still very long. Do you see me becoming a cripple?”

Sheila was dumbfounded. She loved her son dearly, but she didn't expect Arnold to say such words. As a mother, no one would want their son to suffer. However, in Arnold's eyes, he saw emptiness, coldness, demands, and there was no trace of emotion. This suddenly made her feel terrified.

Seeing that his mother didn't respond, Arnold looked at Vark and kneeled over.

“Dad, I'm your son. Do you want the only bloodline in the family to be crippled? Dad, you have the ability to support me. You can take my place. I don't want to become a cripple.”

The flesh on Vark's face kept twitching. He had been in the business world for decades and had seen all kinds of people. However, he had never been so afraid. He looked at his son and suddenly felt that he had raised a devil…a heartless lunatic.

Seeing his parents not react, Arnold's eyes widened and he climbed up from the ground with a ferocious look.

“F*ck, it's not my fault that I wasn't raised well by my own parents. The reason why I am like this is all because of you. The punishment now should be borne by you—”

Before he could finish his words, Jack's cold voice sounded off. “Time's up.”

Boom!

With a loud explosion, the metal ring on Arnold's body exploded. Immediately, blood splattered and flesh flew everywhere. Pieces of rotten flesh fell to the ground.

Arnold immediately fell to the ground. He covered his right leg. The white bone stubble was exposed, and it was bleeding profusely.

“Ah…my leg! It hurts!” Arnold's screams filled the entire room.

Seeing the bloody scene in front of her, Sheila could not believe her eyes. She screamed and pounced on him, “Ah, my son, Mommy has let you down.”

“Get lost! You're not my mother!” Arnold's eyes were red as he pushed Sheila to the ground. His whole body was twitching uncontrollably. Cold sweat had already drenched his back. His hands were trembling as he held his short limbs on the ground, trying to reinstall them on his legs.

“Ah, my leg! Death Judge, I'm going to kill you!” Arnold wailed in pain, his eyes bursting with an extremely cold killing intent.

He suddenly jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the Death Judge.

Bang!

Jack sent him flying with a kick.

Arnold had lost a leg, and even if he was in perfect condition, he was still not a match for the Death Judge.

“Hehe. It's just a broken leg. I won't die.”

Jack sneered and said coldly, “Let me give you some good news. There will definitely be two rounds in this live broadcast. Now, let's move on to the second round—drawing a heart. People say that you can't tell a person's heart from their face. The game of this sentence is very simple. I hope that you can draw a heart. No matter whose heart it is, I hope that the error is not more than one centimeter. If you fail, I will detonate all the metal rings within reach. At that time, the chains will rise and directly lock the throat. Think about how exciting this scene will be.”

“You're the devil. Even if I die, I won't let you off.” Arnold's face was filled with madness.

“Of course, it's not that there's no chance in this game. As long as your hands are fast enough and only bleed a little, no one will die.” Jack threw the medical box in his hand.

“The time limit is 10 minutes. It's your choice whether you live or die.”

After saying that, Jack coldly left the room. At this time, the live broadcast screen changed. It showed a small person lying on the ground. Someone drew a 20-centimeter line on his chest. It bent slightly upwards, and the scalpel cut along the line, it revealed the beating heart inside.

“Death Judge!”

“The live broadcast's animation is so realistic.”

“Yeah, why does the live broadcast know everything? Hacking, psychological manipulation, video editing..It feels like the live broadcast is omnipotent.”

“There's going to be a good show to watch now. Chest-opening animation. Just thinking about it is exciting.”

Chest-opening animation?!

What was the difference between this and digging out the heart?

It was too bloody.

Too arrogant. Ross's face was gloomy, and a determined look flashed in his eyes.

‘Death Judge, your good days are coming to an end. This time, you must be brought to justice.'

Judy said, “A chest-opening? Will people really not die?”

“Strictly speaking, they won't. As long as the amount of blood is controlled, there won't be any life-threatening danger. Actually, when the heart stops beating, the doctor will also open the chest and hold the heart manually to apply pressure to repulse.”

“Ah, it's so disgusting.” Judy wrinkled her cute little nose.

Hart said, “It's a little disgusting, but sometimes it can save a life.”

At the live broadcast, Sheila burst into tears as she covered Arnold's wound. The severed limb was also carefully wrapped up.

“Son, don't worry. I will definitely find the best doctor for you to reattach your leg,” Sheila said as she wiped away her tears.

Arnold didn't say anything. His face turned pale, and the immense pain deeply stimulated his nerves.

“Mom, can you help me get the medical box?”At this moment, a trace of hatred flashed in Arnold's eyes.

Sheila nodded and took the surgical box.

Arnold opened the box and saw a scalpel, a piece of drawing paper, and a pen inside.

“Mom, I'm in so much pain. Please save me, okay?”

Seeing her son trembling, Sheila's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. She cried, “Sob…My poor child! Mom will definitely save you. Death Judge, you damn devil.”

“Mom, you're the best to me. I'm still young, and I don't want to die. Let me open your chest, okay? I'll be very careful. You won't die anyway. I'll sew your heart up after I finish drawing.”

“Ah?”

Hearing this, Sheila was scared silly.

She didn't expect her son, whom she had doted on since young, to be so crazy as to dig out her heart.

While Sheila was in a daze, Arnold directly picked up the scalpel and pressed it against her neck.

“Beast, what are you doing? Let go of your mother.” Vark's eyes were shocked, simply unable to believe his own eyes.

Was this his own son?

No! Now, he was more like a devil.

Chapter end