The violent explosion shocked everyone.
At this moment, Jack's cold voice sounded out. "I said, please don't move. Think about it. If you were standing at the point of the explosion, your feet would be blown into minced meat. Don't tell me you want to be crippled! I'll remind you one last time. The game is not over yet. If you leave the meeting room, I'll detonate all the bombs here. At that time, everyone will be blown into minced meat and bid farewell to this world."
"No, Death Judge, we don't dare. Don't detonate the bombs."
"We don't dare. Please don't blow us up."
"Yes, we will definitely cooperate with you."
Everyone was stunned. Everyone was dead silent.
Ross's face was gloomy. He glanced at his feet. If there was a bomb under him, wouldn't he be left here?
'F*ck! Damn it, it's the Death Inquisitor. Why didn't I think of checking the meeting room?'
Regret...
Anger...
