Advantage.
After two matches, Feng Bujue gained a huge advantage that others couldn't match.
Gold Face's complete defeat increased Brother Jue's funds to more than two hundred thousand USD. Plus, he already had "challenge immunity" … In short, in the following time, Feng Bujue could reject other people's challenges, and he could still challenge those who "hadn't finished two matches", and the other party couldn't refuse.
At this moment, Brother Jue's other "strategy" began to show results.
Just as Gold Face said, the key to winning the two matches with Mr. Jing wasn't how much he won, but the "time" and "number of matches."
It wasn't difficult to win Mr. Jing's money, but it wasn't easy to win more than fifty thousand USD from a person with such a personality.
Instead of being entangled with him, it was better to end the match quickly and use him to exhaust the number of matches.
After that match, Feng Bujue seemed to only gain about two thousand USD, but in fact, he gained much more than that …
Putting aside the influence he had on the people around him on a conscious level, the most direct advantage he had was time.
A duel would take time.
Not everyone had lightning-fast mental calculation speed and accurate mental deduction ability. In this game, most people … had to use pen and paper to do their calculations, and some people had to spend a lot of time even if they used pen and paper to do their calculations.
Therefore, when Feng Bujue finished three matches at an extremely fast speed, most people in the main hall … hadn't even finished the first match.
And this "most people", from this moment on, had all become lambs waiting to be slaughtered in Brother Jue's eyes …
With a financial advantage and immunity, he could pick anyone to win money, and the other party didn't even have the right to refuse.
Even if the worst-case scenario was that "everyone Brother Jue met had the computing power of Gold Face, and they all chose to surrender in the tenth round of the first match," and "Feng Bujue didn't play any tricks (such as increasing the opponent's penalty in the tenth round)," Brother Jue could still win five thousand USD in the first match. Then, he would play the second match with the opponent who had been further weakened. Assuming the worst-case scenario, for example, the opponent still had more than a hundred thousand USD in the second match, and Brother Jue also chose to surrender in the tenth round. Even so, Feng Bujue could still win more than a thousand USD in the end.
Of course, this kind of assumption was impossible …
First of all, it was impossible for Feng Bujue to "not play any tricks."
Secondly, as mentioned earlier, Gold Face was the "fish that escaped the net". Among the hundreds of people, there was no other Gold Face.
There were people who didn't see through the escape round, people who lost in the first match and had their funds reduced, people who only borrowed fifty to sixty thousand USD in the beginning, and people like Mr. Jing …
These people were the mainstream, and they were the "most people."
These people … were destined to fall into the abyss of guessing the numbers.
There were only a handful of survivors who could progress to the second game. For example, those who had already made their move when Brother Jue and Mr. Jing finished guessing the 'first game'. Now, these people had basically finished guessing the first game as well. Even though they had made their move initially because they realized the 'advantage of the challenger', during the process of their duel, they had also realized the importance of 'time' and 'immunity'.
Therefore, they sped up. They would rather sacrifice some money to grab some precious time.
Once they met the two conditions of "completing two rounds" and "having more funds than half of the people in the venue," they would officially become the "hunters." On this basis, they would hunt down the "prey" who had less funds than them. This was the basic strategy of this "guessing the numbers game."
…
It was ten o 'clock at night.
The "guessing the numbers game" had been going on for almost two hours. There were still two hours before the deadline of midnight.
At this moment, the "good show" that the organizer had hoped to see finally began.
"Are you kidding me? Get out of my way. "
"Please … I beg you. Didn't we have a good chat just now? Aren't we friends? "
"Who's your friend? I don't even know your face and name. I just said a few words to you. Who would lend you money because of that? "
"Please … I was careless before. Now I know the way to win! As long as … as long as you give me thirty thousand … No! Twenty thousand … "
"Go away! So what if you know now? There's no one left to challenge! This is a competition that could end with a penny less. If I lend you the money, not only will you not be able to make a comeback, but I will also be buried with you. "
Similar conversations were happening all over the venue. They were all captured by cameras and sent to the tablet in the hands of the organizer.
When the feeling of despair was within reach, step by step, gradually closing in … more than 90% of people would begin to self-destruct.
Wealth, status, reputation, dignity … People would gradually remove the "shell" that they had accumulated in society to protect themselves, and then reveal their fragile, ugly, and absurd nature.
For people who had nothing to begin with, this might be easier, but for the guests invited by the organizer … this was no less painful than death.
"Heh heh heh … Heh heh … Hahahahaha …" Finally, the organizer laughed. "It's here, it's here. This is the best form of entertainment …" He used his hands as a pillow and leaned back comfortably in his chair.
At this moment, his tablet had been handed over to Suit Man A. This big brother was kneeling on one knee, like a human frame, helping the organizer hold the tablet. He held it motionlessly.
"More, let me see more …" Under the mask, the eyes of the organizer were filled with excitement and joy. He muttered to himself softly, "Men, women, the rich, the powerful, the elite … In order to get away from the abyss at their feet, to grab the last glimmer of hope … Everyone eventually became 'rascals'." He picked up the drink beside him and took a sip. He smiled and continued, "Kneeling cheaply, begging humbly, making empty promises, thinking in self-deception; selling one's body, abandoning one's dignity, losing one's rationality, going insane … Hahahaha …"
He laughed for a while and exclaimed, "That's super awesome!"
"Young master." Suit Man B (who returned to the organizer after dealing with Golden Face) came over with a walkie-talkie. He leaned over and said to the organizer, "A report has just come in … Except for some people who were taken away directly because of cheating or mental breakdown, more than 200 people in the venue have been exempted from the challenge."
"Oh." The organizer responded and said, "In other words … It's time to enter the next stage."
…
Five minutes later, the door of the main hall opened again.
Then, a few men in suits and sunglasses pushed in a flat-screen TV with a large screen. They pushed the TV all the way to the organizer's railing, then lifted it and moved it to a conspicuous marble platform.
At the same time, the organizer stood up from his chair and stood by the railing.
At this time, there was no one still fighting on the first floor of the main hall, so the organizer's move immediately attracted the attention of all the guests.
"Everyone." After the crowd quieted down, the organizer spoke. "It seems that everyone has completed more than two matches and no longer wishes to be the party being challenged." He paused for a moment and laughed mockingly. "Haha … But … Is this really alright?"
Before he finished speaking, the flat-screen TV lit up.
The expressions of the guests under their masks also changed significantly at this moment.
It turned out that the thing printed on the TV was none other than the thing that everyone was most interested in at the moment — the player holding the gold ranking.
Considering that all the guests were wearing masks and did not know each other's names, the ranking board used a "profile picture". Every person on the list was shown as a still photo of their head from their collarbones to their head, with a sum of money written next to it.
"As you can see …" The organizer waited for a few seconds before continuing, "This is a funding ranking … This ranking will instantly show the leading '72 players.' In order to prevent everyone's avatars from being too small to be recognized, only twenty-four people will be displayed on one screen. The list will be displayed on three scrolling screens." He spread out his hands. "Anyway, I just want to confirm with everyone … Is this really okay? If everyone doesn't fight anymore, then other than the sixty-four people at the top of this ranking, the rest of the people will … "
"Even if you say that …" At this moment, someone in the crowd interrupted the organizer. "Everyone knows that the challenged party is at a disadvantage, so no one will accept the challenge anymore!"
"Yeah, yeah! If no one wants to be the challenged party, the duel won't work! "
"There's something wrong with your rules!"
"Yeah! Change the rules! Change the rules! "
"Change the rules! Change the rules! Change the rules … "
At this point, those who had been forced into a desperate situation were no longer polite to the organizers. They all began to shout and quickly shouted in unison to "change the rules", wanting to rely on this "public voice" to fight for their own benefits.
"Hmm …" The organizer was silent for a few seconds, then he took a deep breath and shouted, "Shut up! A bunch of scum! "
This shout was like a clap of thunder, and it was so imposing that it stunned the crowd and silenced them.
"Phew …" After the organizer shouted, he exhaled and said, "Since I took the initiative to stand here and speak again, it naturally means that I'm going to make some adjustments to the rules …" He paused for half a second. "But don't be mistaken … This adjustment is not because there's something wrong with the rules. If there's something wrong with the rules, you should have raised it at the beginning of the game … If what you said made sense, I might have accepted it.
"However, you didn't say anything at that time, until now … Because of your own incompetence, lack of wisdom, and lack of courage … You're lagging behind others. Now, you're coming together to question the rules … Hmph, scoundrels! Stinking bugs! Disgusting maggots! "
The organizer shouted, slightly forgetting himself. He raised his hand and pointed at a few people in the crowd. "This one, this one, this one … And those two …" He pointed at the few people who had led the crowd and shouted the loudest. He then ordered the men in suits, "These few, take them away. You bugs have been eliminated!"
"Wh … What! Why are you arresting me?! "
"Wait! Stop! What right do you have … "
"Let me go! Ah — "
"I'm the deputy commissioner of the police station! Who dares to touch me?! "
As the few people were being dragged away, they were shouting and resisting with all their might, but … it was all in vain.
The men in suits and sunglasses working for the organizer were all good at arresting people. Not only were they professional, but they also had the advantage in numbers. Unless it was a superpowered person with extraordinary combat power, even if it was a champion of a martial arts competition or a special forces soldier … they would still be taken down.
"Hmph … The whining of a defeated dog sounds so pathetic and pathetic." After the people were dragged away one by one, the organizer lowered his head and looked at the remaining players. He spoke again, "Listen up, those stinking bugs who haven't been caught … Here, no one can talk to me about 'power', 'reliance', or 'identity.' You've already fallen into the mud and bet your lives on this. Do you still think you're the big shots who can order others around? Those who don't understand the situation, you deserve to be stomped to death by me! "
His words silenced the people who were left behind. No one dared to raise a ruckus or question him. They didn't even dare to attract his attention.
"You said that … the adjustment wasn't because there was a problem with the rules." In this moment of silence, someone suddenly said, "Then … what is it for?"
Other than Brother Jue, who else would have this kind of courage?
"Oh, it's you …" The organizer looked towards the source of the voice. When he saw the crow mask, he laughed. "Haha … Good question." He paused for a second and continued, "Of course … it's to let me have 'fun'."
His answer, or rather … his "reason", was obviously unreasonable. However, at this moment and place, it was reasonable and reasonable. No one dared to question it.
The next second, Feng Bujue added, "You plan to make the first sixty-four people on the ranking lose their immunity, right?"
"Hmm?" The organizer was surprised to be seen through, but he didn't get angry because of it. "Your reaction is quite fast. That's right, I want to …"
"Forget it." Feng Bujue immediately cut him off. "That's very boring."
What he said scared the surrounding guests quite a bit …
The screams of the people who were dragged away earlier were still ringing in their ears. Now, this man with the crow mask dared to contradict and deny the organizer's wishes …
Even the men in suits and sunglasses were worried for Brother Jue, much less the bystanders.
"You said that I …" The organizer's tone turned cold. "Boring?"
Feng Bujue didn't answer this question. Instead, he said directly, "I believe you've done this kind of adjustment in the previous games that you organized." He walked forward as he spoke. "If I'm not mistaken, those who have their immunity removed will definitely try to drag the time in the following matches, right?"
"So what? There are still two more … "The organizer replied.
"If you want to, it's completely possible to only play two matches in two hours, right? Imagine how boring that would be … "Feng Bujue interrupted him again." Or, to prevent this from happening, are you going to adjust the time again? "
"Tsk …" The organizer understood that if he adjusted the time to that extent, it would be too much for the leaders. "Then what do you think?"
"I have a very interesting suggestion." Feng Bujue continued.
"Oh?" When the organizer heard the word "interesting", his interest was immediately piqued. "Go ahead."
Then, Feng Bujue said five words, "Second borrowing rights."
These five words were enough to make the organizer's eyes light up and his body tremble.
"Of course, that alone isn't enough." Feng Bujue knew that the other party had taken the bait. "On this basis, add 'remove everyone's immunity from challenge' and 'the guessing order is decided by coin toss', and that should be enough." He paused for a moment. "Oh … by the way, the time should be adjusted, but not for the leader, but for everyone … Let's change the guessing time to twenty minutes. Anyway, everyone is familiar with the game. Unless they want to drag it out intentionally, there's no need to spend more than forty minutes."
When he finished, silence descended.
This was the silence of "shock" and also the silence of "waiting."
And what people were waiting for in shock was undoubtedly the organizer's reaction …
"You …" After a moment, the organizer grabbed the railing with both hands and said in a trembling voice, "Really …" With every word he uttered, the hearts of the people below rose to their throats. "… You're too f * cking fun! Hahahaha … "
The organizer laughed out loud and slapped the railing in joy.
The men in suits and sunglasses were stunned for a few seconds before they all breathed a sigh of relief. The guests below … were nervous because they all understood that the new rules that Feng Bujue had just mentioned had become a new topic that they urgently needed to understand.
"It's okay." Feng Bujue replied in a calm tone. Then, he said, "I considered that it would take a certain amount of time to prepare the supplementary contract for the second borrowing, print the new rules, and so on. That's why I didn't propose more complicated changes. If there's enough time, things like 'the two sides of the duel will be randomly matched' or 'an interest-bearing loan between players under official supervision' or 'a sudden death method' could be implemented …"
Hearing these words, the other players felt their scalps go numb.
The organizer, on the other hand, laughed even harder. "Hehe …" He looked at Brother Bujue and said, "You're … a bad person."
Feng Bujue shrugged casually and laughed. "I'm not a demon."
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