Chapter 798: 400 are being urged to start Judgement_2

And in the very center of the room stood five metallic columns as thick as a grown man’s thigh and half a meter high. On each column sat a glass box, the size of a forearm, containing nothing but a single key.

Upon seeing these installations and the setup, the livestream audience wore puzzled expressions, completely unaware of the purpose of the devices. Their confusion deepened when they saw the five suit-clad, unconscious men sprawled on the ground.

“What are these devices supposed to do? They don’t seem as terrifying as the setups from previous streams. I can’t figure it out.”

“I don’t get it either. It looks like they have to grab the keys? But they’re chained up–they can’t even reach the keys! How is this supposed to work?”

“Forget the devices for now; I’m more curious about why the Dark Law Enforcer captured those five men on the ground. They don’t look like ordinary people.”

“Exactly. Judging by their age, these five men are all middle-aged. And with their outfits, they look like affluent professionals. What could they have done to end up here?”

“There are so many viewers in the livestream–does anyone recognize these men on screen? Maybe we can dig up some details about them.”

“Not sure… but look at the man in the middle. Doesn’t he look suspiciously like Oscar, the richest man in Los Angeles? The more I look, the more convinced I am.”

“Huh? Now that you mention it–you’re right, he really does look like him! Could it really be him? That’d be shocking.”

“No doubt about it! That’s Oscar, the richest man in Los Angeles! I just looked him up online, and his photos match perfectly! But online sources say Oscar is a renowned philanthropist. Why would the streamer capture him? This is so bizarre.”

“The streamer must’ve made a mistake! Oscar is a great philanthropist; he even funded our village once. There’s no way he’s a bad person.”

“Yeah! Please, streamer, let Oscar go! He’s one of the rare people who genuinely help the poor. He doesn’t deserve this treatment.”

“Haha, you’d best stop begging the Dark Law Enforcer. He’s a lunatic who thrives on this. Begging won’t do any good–better call the police and let them handle it.”

As the livestream audience kept sending barrage after barrage of skeptical comments, the quiet stream was once again interrupted by the familiar static sound, followed by an icy, chilling voice:

“Hello, everyone. I am the Dark Law Enforcer. Welcome to tonight’s broadcast.”

“Hello, everyone. I am the Dark Law Enforcer. Welcome to tonight’s broadcast.”

Lin Mo’s cold and piercing voice resonated through the livestream, silencing the previously chaotic comments as the audience began nervously and eagerly anticipating his next words.

“Tonight, I will be judging a heinous organization that has thrived in Los Angeles, USA, for over ten years, specializing in abducting and selling children’s organs. The individuals previously judged–James, Lucy, Alicia Linder, Jack Thompson, Henry–all had deep ties to this organization…”

Lin Mo’s voice was so cold it seemed to freeze the air itself. His gaze toward Oscar and the others on screen was filled with disdain and icy indifference, as if he were looking at despicable animals.

“What does this mean? Could Oscar have connections to this organization? That’s impossible, right? Isn’t he the famous philanthropist in Los Angeles? How could he be associated with such a vile group?”

“Now that the streamer mentions this, I recall Lucy, Alicia Linder, Jack Thompson, and Henry were all judged for torturing children. But the streamer never explained where these children came from–now it all makes sense.”

“I have a hunch that those ‘Holy Mother’ defenders are about to be humiliated again. This stream is going to be intense–there’s good drama ahead!”

“Man, the more I think about it, the scarier this gets. This organization has been in Los Angeles for ten years, involving even stars like Alicia Linder. And they killed so many children… How many innocent lives have been destroyed by this group?”

“If this organization really is tied to Oscar, then this man is terrifying–his cunning and ruthlessness know no bounds!”

“You idiots above–are you seriously believing everything the Dark Law Enforcer says? It’s all lies he made up. This ‘organization,’ this ‘organ trafficking,’ it’s nothing but excuses to justify his crimes!”

“Exactly. Aside from Alicia Linder and Henry’s trial, has he ever provided concrete evidence in the others? There’s no proof, yet you gullible fools still buy into it–utterly ridiculous!”

Meanwhile, Oscar and the others slowly began to regain consciousness. Their eyes opened only slightly at first, gradually adjusting to the dim light of the room before fully awakening.

“Clang, clang.”

As Oscar and the others stood up one after another, the chains fixed to the back of their necks collided against each other, producing crisp sounds that echoed clearly through the silent room.

“Damn it! What kind of place is this?!”

Tom, standing to Oscar’s right, reacted first. Surveying his surroundings, he noticed the gleaming electric saw behind him, as well as the collar and chain around his neck. An overwhelming sense of dread flooded him, and he couldn’t help but shout.

“It has to be the Dark Law Enforcer! It’s definitely him!” David, standing beside Tom, spoke with absolute certainty, his face a mix of anger and fear.

“Oscar, what do we do now?” Mark, on Oscar’s left, furrowed his brows and asked hastily.

“Don’t panic yet–let’s observe first. I’ve watched the previous broadcasts, and only by figuring out the rules can we plan our next move. But don’t worry, as long as we work together, we’ll definitely make it out alive!”

While carefully examining the surroundings, Oscar reassured everyone with an air of composure. He appeared unusually calm, his eyes radiating confidence, as though convinced his life wouldn’t end here. Yet, within his mind, plans and strategies to escape this predicament were rapidly forming.

Lin Mo, noticing the five men fully awake, began speaking. His voice remained icy and merciless as he recited their crimes one by one:

“Oscar, male, 43 years old, chairman of Haitian Construction Group, director of Bo’ai Orphanage, the richest man in Los Angeles. Since 2007, he ordered his subordinates to abduct children from surrounding counties and hide them in the orphanage for organ trafficking. He even turned the children’s corpses into special dishes for wealthy clients. Over ten years, he has harmed 894 children. Additionally, he colluded with Jack Thompson in forced demolitions, constructing substandard buildings, resulting in 112 deaths.”

“Mark, male, 35 years old, president of the Los Angeles Children’s Aid Association. He conspired with Oscar, contributing to countless child tragedies and profiting immensely from organ trafficking. Over a decade, he has harmed 953 individuals.”

“Tom, male, 40 years old, owner of the Golden Bay Hotel in Los Angeles. He catered to so-called elite clients with special meals and committed numerous crimes including sexual assault, claiming 441 lives.”

“…”

Lin Mo’s icy voice continued, systematically laying out each individual’s identity and their horrendous crimes in meticulous detail. The five men, now fully awake, widened their eyes in shock, their faces painted with disbelief at the thorough exposure of their atrocities.

Meanwhile, the countless livestream spectators, upon hearing these heinous acts, became furious beyond measure.

“I can’t take it anymore! Stop talking, streamer! It’s painful to listen to–my heart feels heavy, almost depressed. I just want to see them punished now!”

“Damn it! This is beyond inhuman–they’re absolute monsters!”