Advantage.

After two duels, Feng Bujue had gained a tremendous advantage that others could not match.

Jin Mianchou's crushing defeat had instantly boosted Jue-ge's funds to over two hundred thousand U.S. dollars, and he also possessed "challenge immunity"... Simply put, in the time to come, Feng Bujue could refuse challenges initiated by others, while he himself could still challenge those who had "not completed two duels," and the other party could not refuse.

By this point, another "strategy" that Jue-ge had previously adopted was also beginning to show results.

As Jin Mianchou had said... the key to the two games against Mr. Jing was not how much he won, but rather "time" and "number of duels."

Winning Mr. Jing's money was not difficult, but winning an amount of over fifty thousand from someone with that kind of personality was not easy either.

Instead of getting entangled with him, it was better to fight a quick battle and use him to burn through game rounds.

After that duel, Feng Bujue seemed to have only gained a profit of around two thousand U.S. dollars, but in reality, what he gained was far more than that...

Setting aside the impact he had on those around him on a conscious level, the most direct advantage he gained was—time.

Duels take time.

Not everyone has lightning-fast mental arithmetic speed and precise, rapid in-brain deduction ability. In this game, most people... have to use paper and pen to perform calculations, and some people still have to spend a lot of time even with written calculations.

Therefore, when Feng Bujue completed three games with extremely fast speed, the vast majority of people in this main hall... had not even finished the first game.

And this "vast majority of people," from this moment on, all became lambs to be slaughtered in Jue-ge's eyes...

Sitting on the advantage of funds and immunity, he could win money by picking anyone to attack, and the other party didn't even have the right to refuse.

Even if he made the worst assumption, that is, "everyone Jue-ge encounters has Jin Mianchou's calculation ability, and they all choose to surrender in the tenth round of the first game," plus the condition that "Feng Bujue doesn't play any tricks (such as appropriately raising the opponent's fine in the tenth round)," Jue-ge can still win 5,000 U.S. dollars in the first game of the duel; then, he conducts the second duel with an opponent whose funds have been further weakened, and makes the worst assumption again—for example, this opponent still has more than 100,000 in funds in the second game, and Jue-ge also uses the ten-round surrender strategy, even like this... Feng Bujue can still earn more than a thousand in the end.

Of course, this assumption is impossible...

First of all, wanting Feng Bujue to "not play tricks" is a pipe dream.

Secondly, as mentioned earlier, Jin Mianchou is a "fish that slipped through the net." Among these hundreds of people, there is no second Jin Mianchou.

People who didn't see through the escape round, people who failed in the first duel leading to a reduction in funds, people who only borrowed fifty or sixty thousand at the beginning, and people similar to Mr. Jing...

These people are the mainstream, the "majority."

These people... are destined to fall into the abyss in this number guessing duel.

The survivors who can advance to the second game are only a minority; for example, those who started acting when Jue-ge and Mr. Jing finished guessing the "first game"... at this moment, these people have basically finished the first game; although they initially acted hastily because they realized the "challenger's first-mover advantage," during their own duels, this group of people also successively thought of the importance of "time" and "immunity."

Therefore, they also sped up, preferring to sacrifice some money in order to grab precious time.

Once they meet the two conditions of "completing two games" and "having more funds than half of the people in the venue," they will officially become "hunters"; on this basis, hunting "prey" with a large difference in funds from themselves is the basic strategy in this "number guessing duel."

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Late, ten o'clock sharp.

The number guessing duel had been going on for nearly two hours, and there were still two hours left until the midnight deadline.

At this time... the "good show" that the organizer hoped to see finally began to play out.

"What the hell! Get out of my way."

"Please... please, weren't we chatting happily just now? Aren't we friends?"

"Who's friends with you? A guy whose appearance and name I don't even know. I just said a few polite words with you as a formality. Who would lend you money because of that!"

"Please... I was careless before. I already know the method to win! Just... just give me another thirty thousand... no! Twenty thousand..."

"Get away! What's the use of knowing now? There's no one left to challenge! This is a competition where you could be finished if you're short even a penny. If I lend it to you, not only will you not be able to turn things around, but I'll be buried with you."

Conversations like this were being staged frequently in various parts of the venue, and were all being filmed by cameras and transmitted to the tablet in the organizer's hand.

When that tangible sense of despair presses closer step by step, gradually approaching... more than ninety percent of people will begin to self-destruct.

Property, status, reputation, dignity... People will gradually unload those "shells" that they have gradually accumulated in society to protect themselves, and then reveal their fragile, ugly, absurd nature.

For those who already have nothing, this may be easier, but for this group of guests invited by the organizer... this is a pain no less than death.

"Hmph hmph hmph... hehe... hahahahaha..." Finally, the organizer laughed, "Here it comes, this is the ultimate entertainment..." He pillowed his head with his hands and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair.

At this moment, his tablet had been handed over to Suit A, and this big brother was kneeling on one knee, holding the tablet for the organizer like a human-shaped stand, and holding it steadily without moving.

"More, let me see more..." The organizer's eyes under the mask were full of excitement and joy, and his mouth was whispering, "Men, women, rich people, powerful people, elites... In order to stay away from the abyss at their feet and grab that last ray of hope... everyone, in the end, becomes a 'rascal'." He picked up the drink at hand and took a sip, and continued with a smile, "Kneeling cheaply, begging humbly, making empty promises, thinking self-deceptively; selling their bodies, abandoning their dignity, losing their minds, going crazy... hahahaha..."

He laughed for a while, and exclaimed, "This is awesome!"

"Young master." Suit B (he returned to the organizer after dealing with Jin Mianchou) came over at this time with a walkie-talkie, leaned over to the organizer and said, "The report just came from below... Except for some people who were directly taken away for cheating or having a mental breakdown, the current two hundred or so people in the venue have all obtained challenge immunity."

"Oh." The organizer responded and recited, "That is to say... it's time to enter the next stage."

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Five minutes later, the door of the main hall opened again.

Then, several suit-clad men with sunglasses pushed in a tablet TV with a super-large screen. They pushed the TV all the way to the railing where the organizer was, then lifted it up and moved it to a conspicuous marble platform.

At the same time, the organizer also stood up from his chair and stood beside the railing.

At this time, no one on the first floor of the main hall was still dueling, so the organizer's actions immediately attracted the attention of all the guests.

"Everyone." After it was a little quieter below, the organizer said, "It seems that everyone has completed more than two duels and is unwilling to be challenged again." He paused and laughed mockingly, "Hehe... but is this... really okay?"

Before his voice fell, the screen of the tablet TV lit up.

The expressions under the guests' masks also changed significantly at this moment.

It turned out that what was printed on the TV was nothing else... it was precisely what people were most interested in at the moment—the ranking of game players by funds held.

Considering that all the guests were wearing masks and did not know each other's names, the leaderboard used "avatars"; each person on the list was displayed as a static photo of their head down to their collarbone, with an amount written next to it.

"As you can see..." The organizer waited for a few seconds, and then said, "This is a fund leaderboard... This leaderboard will instantly display the current leading 'seventy-two game players'; in order to prevent your avatars from being too small to be identified, only twenty-four people are displayed on one screen, and the list is displayed in scrolling form on three screens." He spread his hands, "In short, I just want to confirm with you again... is this... really okay? If you don't engage in any more duels from this moment on, then except for the top sixty-four people on this list, the others will..."

"Even if you say that..." At this moment, someone in the crowd interrupted the organizer, "Since everyone knows that it is more unfavorable to be the challenged party, no one will accept a challenge again!"

"That's right, that's right! No one wants to be the challenged party, so the duel can't be established!"

"There's something wrong with your rules in the first place!"

"That's right! Change the rules! Change the rules!"

"Change the rules! Change the rules! Change the rules..."

Now that things had come to this point, those who had been forced into a desperate situation no longer bothered to be polite with the organizer. They all shouted and quickly chanted "change the rules" in unison, wanting to use this "public voice" to fight for their own interests.

"Hmm..." The organizer was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and shouted violently, "Shut up, all of you scum!"

This shout was like a thunderbolt, and its momentum was amazing. It stunned the scene and silenced the people below.

"Hoo..." The organizer exhaled after shouting, and then said, "Since I have once again taken the initiative to stand here to speak, it naturally indicates that I am prepared to make some adjustments to the rules..." He paused for half a second, "But don't get me wrong... this kind of adjustment is not because there is anything wrong with the rules; if there was a problem with the rules, you should have brought it up when the game started... If what you said made sense, I might really have accepted it.

"However, you didn't say anything at the time. It wasn't until now... that you lagged behind others because of your incompetence, lack of planning, and lack of courage. At this time, you gathered together and questioned the rules... Hmph, rats! Vermin! Disgusting maggots!"

The organizer shouted loudly, somewhat out of control, and raised his hand to point at several people in the crowd, "This one, this one, this one... and those two..." He pointed out the few people who had taken the lead in making trouble and who had been shouting the loudest, and issued instructions to the suit-clad men, "Take all of these away! You insects have been eliminated!"

"Wha... what! Why are you arresting me!"

"Wait! Stop! What right do you have..."

"Let me go! Ah—"

"I'm the deputy director of the police station! Who dares to touch me!"

When those few people were dragged away, they all shouted and struggled desperately, but... it was all in vain.

The organizer's suit-clad men with sunglasses were all good at catching people. Not only were their methods professional, but they were also numerous; unless they were superhumans with extraordinary combat power, even if the champion of a fighting competition or a special soldier came... they would still be taken down.

"Hmph... the wails of a defeated dog always sound so unbearable and pathetic." After those people were dragged away one by one, the organizer looked down at the remaining game players and reopened his mouth, "Listen up, those insects who haven't been caught yet... here, no one can talk to me about 'rights', 'basis', or 'identity'; you, who are already deep in the mire and have bet your lives here, do you think you are still the big shots who can usually boss others around? Guys who can't figure out the situation deserve to be trampled to death by me!"

His words silenced those who had fallen behind, and no one dared to make trouble or question him again, or even attract his attention.

"You just said... the adjustment is not because there is anything wrong with the rules." At this moment of tranquility, one person suddenly said, "Then... what is it for?"

Who else could have this kind of courage besides Jue-ge?

"Oh~ it's you..." The organizer looked in the direction of the voice, and smiled when he saw the crow mask, "Hehe... well asked." He paused for a second and continued, "Of course... it's to let me have 'fun'."

His answer, or rather... "reason", was obviously unreasonable, but at this time and place, it was reasonable and no one dared to question it.

"You're planning to immediately strip the top sixty-four people on the list of their immunity, right?" The next second, Feng Bujue continued.

"Hmm?" The organizer was slightly surprised that his thoughts had been exposed, but he was not angry because of it, "Your reaction is quite fast, that's right, I want to..."

"Forget it." Feng Bujue immediately interrupted the other party, "That's boring."

These words startled the surrounding guests...

The screams of those who had been dragged away were still ringing in their ears, and now this crow-masked man dared to confront and deny the organizer's wishes to his face...

Not to mention the bystanders, even those suit-clad men with sunglasses were sweating for Jue-ge.

"You say I'm..." The organizer's tone turned cold, "Boring?"

Feng Bujue did not answer this question, but instead said, "Presumably you have made such adjustments in the games you have organized before." He walked forward as he spoke, "If there are no accidents, those leading players who have had their immunity removed will definitely delay the time in subsequent duels, right?"

"So what? There are still two..." The organizer responded.

"If you're intentional, it's entirely possible to only play two duels in two hours, right? Imagine how boring that would be..." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party again, "Or are you planning to make another adjustment to the time in order to prevent this from happening?"

"Tch..." The organizer also understood that if he adjusted it to that point, it would be too much for the leading players, "Then what do you suggest?"

"I have a very interesting suggestion." Feng Bujue continued.

"Oh?" The organizer immediately became interested when he heard the word "interesting", "Tell me."

Then, Feng Bujue said five words: "Secondary loan rights." (二次借款权 = secondary loan rights)

These five words alone were enough to make the organizer's eyes light up and his body shake.

"Of course, just having that is not enough." Feng Bujue knew that the other party had already taken the bait, "On this basis, adding 'cancel everyone's challenge immunity' and 'the guessing order is decided by flipping a coin' will be about right." He paused, "Oh... right, the time should indeed be adjusted, but not for the leading players, but for everyone... the guessing time for the guessing party should be changed to twenty minutes, anyway, everyone is familiar with the game mode, unless you intend to delay, there is no need to spend more than forty minutes at all."

When his voice fell, silence descended.

This was the silence of "shock" and the silence of "waiting."

And what people were waiting for in amazement was undoubtedly the organizer's reaction...

"You guy..." After a moment, the organizer grabbed the railing with both hands and said in a slightly trembling voice, "You're really..." With each word he uttered, the hearts of those below would rise a few points to their throats, "...too damn good at playing! Hahahaha..."

The organizer laughed wildly, happily slapping the railing.

The suit-clad men with sunglasses were stunned for a few seconds before they all breathed a sigh of relief; but the guests below... all became nervous, because they all understood that the new rules that Feng Bujue had just said had already become a new topic that they urgently needed to understand.

"Not bad, right." Feng Bujue responded in a calm tone, and then said, "I considered that preparing the supplementary contract for the second loan, printing the new rules, and other trivial matters would take a certain amount of time, so I didn't propose more complicated modification methods; if there is enough time, things like 'random matching of duel opponents' or 'interest-bearing loans between game players under official supervision', 'sudden death method', and other tricks can all be started..."

Hearing these words, the other game players already had goosebumps.

But the organizer smiled even more, "Hehe..." He looked at Jue-ge and recited, "You guy... are very bad."

Feng Bujue shrugged his shoulders casually and smiled, "I'm not some demon after all~"