I don’t know if Paradise Coins can be snatched...
While everyone was concentrating on their own thoughts, they saw a man suddenly walk straight to the table where the tattooed arm was, then sat down on the chair and yawned.
He wears a miniature camera on his head and is obviously a prisoner on death row.
The person who came was the prisoner. He still looked very sleepy. I don't know if he was confused or not, but he dared to come and continue to participate in the arm wrestling event.
As he sat down, a mechanical sound soon sounded, and he said coldly: "Balance: -8."
"Minus eight?"
Everyone was stunned, and they were all confused. They thought that this guy had gone somewhere and lost a paradise coin before, right?
Only Xu Han and others understood that the extra paradise coin was the "price" to be paid for using the camera to broadcast live.
Perhaps because of the presence of the tombkeeper, the doll did not dare to directly use the limbs of these death row prisoners as collateral, but instead made them owe an extra paradise coin, which would have to be paid off at the end of the day anyway.
The prisoner didn't pay attention to other people's comments. His palms and tattooed arms were clasped tightly, already ready to go.
"Ready... to start!"
The mechanical sound sounded again, but everyone was in a lack of interest——
The two guys with missing arms have already fainted from the pain, and I'm afraid there will be another one on the ground soon.
They had even estimated how long this guy could last, but their eyes suddenly widened in the next second——
I saw that thick arm with stripes of tattoos and the victory of three battles, was actually pushed down on the table in an instant!
However, this is not the most surprising thing.
What shocked everyone was that the prisoner on death row actually used two fucking hands in arm wrestling!
That's right, two hands.
The prisoner even used his head and his whole body to win the challenge in one fell swoop.
After all, everyone had a strong psychological quality. They quickly suppressed their shocked emotions and sneered again and again. This kid clearly violated the rules. Who the hell used two hands for arm wrestling? I just don’t know how this kid died...
"The challenge was successful and 5 paradise coins were obtained. Current balance: -3."
However, as the mechanical sound sounded, everyone was completely dumbfounded.
Is this fucking okay?
"Why?" someone asked blankly.
"Isn't this simple? After all, the opponent only has one broken arm. It is said that two fists are hard to beat with four hands. To put it bluntly, one hand is hard to beat with two hands... So I won."
The prisoner stood up lazily, as if ready to leave.
What a divine appointment, I’m asking you why you can do this!
Everyone looked in disbelief.
Suddenly, the man in black reminded: "Brother, this thing can be challenged three times!"
He suddenly realized that it was no wonder that this project was only allowed to be challenged three times. Otherwise, if everyone imitated this guy and used two hands to arm-wrestle, wouldn't the fifteen paradise coins be in vain?
This guy is a talent, and I don’t know if he will be the person we are looking for...
He glanced at the man next to him, who shook his head slightly, indicating that he was still unclear.
The prisoner yawned and said, "It's the same a few times. Just stop when you feel good. Once is enough."
After saying that, he walked towards the direction Bai Mo left without looking at the crowd.
After a brief silence, a short man in the crowd quickly rushed to his seat with his eyes lit up and launched a challenge.
There were people who could run faster than him, but they were obviously more cautious and did not choose to challenge rashly to avoid accidents.
After all, the prisoner on death row was so shameless that he used two hands to arm-wrestle, but he never thought about getting all the paradise coins, fearing that there was some unknown reason behind it.
"Ready... to start!"
The moment the mechanical voice said the start, the short man immediately closed his eyes and imitated the prisoner's behavior just now, using both hands to exert all his strength. He thought he could end the fight quickly, but found that his arms actually didn't move at all.
At the same time, all the surrounding discussions disappeared, and it was eerily quiet, as if they had seen something that left everyone speechless.
The short man felt something was wrong. He quickly opened his eyes and was stunned.
I don't know when, but several more arms climbed out of the holes on the table, overlapping each other like forked branches, supporting the back of the original tattooed arm, like a huge stamen.
Apparently, there are at least twenty hands.
At this moment, everyone understood what the prisoner meant when he said, "Just give it up when it's good."
The short man looked dull, looking desperately at more and more thick arms on the table, and swallowed.
Damn it, I’m afraid Thousand-Armed Guanyin won’t even be able to win, right?
"That's not fair..." he murmured.
Chapter completed!