Peter stood there in a daze. He felt like a complete fool.
"F*ck!"
"Damn it, Death Judge, I will not let you off. I will kill you, I swear."
Peter shouted angrily. This was the only way for him to vent.
Adonis's face was also pale. He felt that there was no hope in life.
They had been played to death in the first two games. They thought that they had found a shortcut to success this time, but unexpectedly, what awaited them was still a bottomless abyss.
The eight-minute clearance time was all a set-up. It was all for them to suddenly slip into the trap of the Death Inquisitor.
In the end, he was so excited that he thought he had found the true essence of the game.
He did not expect that what he dug out was not a g-spot, but a piece of SH*T. It was an indelible humiliation.
'F*CK! F*ck your mother!'
Adonis's face was on the verge of collapse. For the first time, he was full of doubts about his own intelligence.