Advantage.

After two matches, Feng Bujue had gained a massive advantage that others couldn't even dream of.

Jin Mianchou’s complete defeat allowed Brother Jue's funds to exceed $200,000 in one fell swoop, and he also had the "challenge exemption"… Simply put, in the time that followed, Feng Bujue could refuse challenges from others, while he himself could still challenge those who "hadn't completed two matches," and they couldn't refuse.

At this point, another "strategy" of Brother Jue's was beginning to show results.

Just as Jin Mianchou said… the key to the two games against Mister Jing wasn't how much he won, but "time" and "number of matches."

Winning Mister Jing's money wasn't difficult, but winning more than fifty thousand from someone with that kind of personality wasn't easy.

Instead of getting entangled with him, it was better to make a quick decision and use him to consume matches.

After that match, Feng Bujue seemed to have only gained about two thousand dollars in profit, but in reality, he gained much more than that…

Putting aside the impact he had on those around him at the level of consciousness, the most direct advantage he gained was—time.

Matches take time.

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

Therefore, when Feng Bujue completed three matches with lightning speed, the vast majority of people in this main hall… hadn't even finished the first match.

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

Sitting on a financial advantage and exemption, he could win money no matter who he chose to attack, and the other party didn't even have the right to refuse.

Even if we make the worst-case assumption that "everyone Brother Jue meets has Jin Mianchou's calculating power and all choose to surrender in the tenth round of the first game," and add the condition that "Feng Bujue doesn't play any tricks (such as appropriately increasing the opponent's fine in the tenth round)," Brother Jue can still win $5,000 in the first game; then, he can conduct a second match with an opponent whose funds have been further reduced, and make the worst-case assumption again—for example, this opponent still has more than one hundred thousand in funds in the second game, and Brother Jue also uses a ten-round surrender strategy, even so… 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 was a "fish that slipped through the net." There isn't a second Jin Mianchou among these hundreds of people.

People who haven't seen through the escape round, people who failed in the first match and had their funds reduced, people who only borrowed fifty or sixty thousand at the beginning, and people similar to Mister Jing…

These people are the mainstream, the "majority."

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

Only a few survivors can advance to the second game; for example, those who started acting when Brother Jue and Mister Jing finished the "first game"... At this moment, these people have basically finished the first match as well; although they rushed to act at first because they realized the "challenger's preemptive advantage," during the process of their own matches, this group of people also gradually thought of the importance of "time" and "exemption."

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

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

…………

Late, ten o'clock sharp.

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

At this time… the "good show" that the organizer hoped to see finally began to unfold.

"What a joke! Get out of here."

"Plea… Please, didn't we chat quite happily just now? Aren't we friends?"

"Who's friends with you? I don't even know your face or name. I just said a few polite words to you as a formality. Who would lend you money because of that!"

"Please… I was careless before. I know a surefire way to win now! Just… just give me another thirty thousand… no! Twenty thousand…"

"Get away! What's the point of knowing now? There's no one left to challenge! This is a competition where you might 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 frequently staged throughout the venue and were all captured by cameras and transmitted to the tablet in the organizer's hand.

When that despair that was within reach came step by step, gradually approaching… more than 90% of people would begin to dismantle themselves.

Property, status, reputation, dignity… People would step by step unload the "shells" that they had gradually accumulated in society to protect themselves, and then reveal their fragile, ugly, and absurd nature.

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

"Heh heh heh… hehe… hahahahaha…" Finally, the organizer laughed, "Here it comes, here it comes. This is the ultimate entertainment…" He put his hands behind his head and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair.

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

"More, let me see more…" The organizer's eyes under the mask were full of excitement and joy, and he whispered to himself, "Men, women, the rich, the powerful, the elite… To get away from the abyss at their feet and grasp that last glimmer of hope… everyone eventually becomes a 'rogue'." He picked up the drink next to him, took a sip, and continued with a smile, "Kneeling cheaply, begging humbly, making empty promises, deceiving themselves into thinking; selling their bodies, discarding their dignity, losing their minds, going crazy… hahahaha…"

He laughed for a while and exclaimed, "It's awesome!"

"Young master." Suit B (he had returned to the organizer's side after dealing with Jin Mianchou) came over with a walkie-talkie and leaned over to the organizer, "A report just came from below… Apart from some people who were directly taken away for cheating or mental breakdown, all of the more than two hundred people in the venue have now obtained challenge exemptions."

"Oh." The organizer responded and muttered, "That means… it's time to enter the next stage."

…………

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

Then, several men in suits and sunglasses pushed in a tablet TV with a super large screen. They pushed the TV all the way to the fence 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 fence.

At this time, no one on the first floor of the main hall was still in a match, 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 matches and is unwilling to be the challenged party anymore." He paused and laughed mockingly, "Heh heh… but is this… really okay?"

Before he finished speaking, 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 none other than what people were most interested in at the moment—the ranking of players' holdings.

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

"As you can see…" The organizer waited a few seconds and then said, "This is a financial ranking… This ranking will instantly display the current leading 'seventy-two players'; in order to prevent your avatars from being too small to recognize, only twenty-four people are displayed on one screen, and the list is displayed in three scrolling 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 matches from this moment on, then apart from the top sixty-four people on this list, the others will be…"

"Even if you say that…" At this moment, someone in the crowd interrupted the organizer, "Since everyone knows that the challenged party is at a disadvantage, no one will accept a challenge anymore!"

"That's right! That's right! No one wants to be the challenged party, so the match won't be established!"

"There's something wrong with your rules!"

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

"Change the rules! Change the rules! Change the rules…"

At this point, those who were driven to desperation were no longer polite to the organizer. They all shouted and quickly chanted "change the rules" in unison, wanting to use this "voice of the crowd" to fight for their own interests.

"Um…" The organizer was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and shouted violently, "Shut up! You bunch of scum!"

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

"Hoo…" The organizer took a breath after shouting and then said, "Since I have once again taken the initiative to stand here and speak, it naturally shows that I am prepared to make some adjustments to the rules…" He paused slightly, "But don't get me wrong… This adjustment is not because there is something wrong with the rules; if there was something wrong with the rules, you should have brought it up when the game started… If what you said made sense, I might have really accepted it.

"However, you didn't say anything at the time, and now… you are lagging behind because of your incompetence, lack of strategy, and lack of courage… At this time, you have gathered together and started to question the rules… Humph, rats! Vermin! Disgusting maggots!"

The organizer was slightly out of control as he shouted loudly 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 heckling and those who had shouted the loudest and issued instructions to the men in suits, "Take these few away, all of you worms 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 men in suits and sunglasses under the organizer's command were all masters at catching people. Not only were their techniques professional, but they were also numerous. Unless they were superpowered people with extraordinary combat power, even if they were champions of fighting competitions or special forces soldiers… they would still be taken down.

"Hum… the cries of the defeated are always so unbearable and pathetic." After those people were dragged away one by one, the organizer looked down at the remaining players and reopened his mouth, "Listen well, those worms 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 gambled your lives here, do you think you are still the big shots who can boss others around in ordinary times? Those who don't understand the situation deserve to be trampled to death by me!"

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

"You just said… the adjustment is not because there is something wrong with the rules." At this moment of silence, someone suddenly said, "Then… what is it for?"

Who else could have such courage other than Brother Jue?

"Oh~ it's you…" The organizer looked in the direction of the voice and smiled when he saw the Crow Mask, "Heh heh… good question." He paused for a second and continued, "Of course… it's to make 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 make the top sixty-four people on the list immediately lose their exemption, right?" The next second, Feng Bujue continued.

"Huh?" Being seen through his thoughts made the organizer slightly surprised, but he didn't get angry because of it, "You're quite quick to react. That's right, I want to…"

"Let's forget it." Feng Bujue immediately interrupted him, "That's very boring."

His words startled the surrounding guests…

The screams of those who had been dragged away were still ringing in their ears, and now this Crow Man dared to directly confront and deny the organizer's wishes…

The onlookers were needless to say, even the men in suits and sunglasses were sweating for Brother Jue.

"You said I'm…" the organizer's tone turned cold, "boring?"

Feng Bujue didn't answer this question, but instead said directly, "You must have made such adjustments in the games you've organized before." As he spoke, he walked forward, "If nothing else, those leading players who have had their exemptions lifted will definitely delay the time in the subsequent matches, right?"

"So what? There are still two…" The organizer replied.

"If you're so inclined, playing only two matches in two hours is perfectly possible, right? Just imagine how boring that would be…" Feng Bujue interrupted the other party again, "Or are you prepared to make another adjustment to the time in order to prevent this kind of thing?"

"Tch…" The organizer also understood that if he adjusted to that point, it would be too much for the leaders, "Then what do you want?"

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

"Oh?" The organizer was immediately interested when he heard the word "interesting," "But you may as well say it."

Then, Feng Bujue said five words: "Secondary loan rights."

These five words alone were enough to make the organizer's eyes shine and his body tremble.

"Of course, it's not enough to just have that." Feng Bujue knew that the other party had already taken the bait, "On this basis, adding 'canceling everyone's challenge exemptions' and 'the order of guesses is determined by flipping a coin' would be about right." He paused, "Oh… that's right, the time should indeed be adjusted, but not for the leaders, but for everyone… The guessing time for the guessing party should be changed to twenty minutes, anyway, everyone is familiar with the game, unless they intend to delay, there is no need to spend more than forty minutes at all."

When his words 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 fence with both hands and said with a slight tremor in his voice, "It's really…" With each word he uttered, the hearts of those below rose a few points to their throats, "…so damn good at playing! Hahahaha…"

The organizer burst into laughter, happily patting the railing.

The men in suits and 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—the new rules that Feng Bujue had just said had become a new topic that they urgently needed to understand.

"It's okay." Feng Bujue responded in a calm tone, then said again, "I took into account that preparing the supplementary contract for the secondary loan, printing the new rules, and other trivial matters would take a certain amount of time, so I didn't propose more complicated changes; if there was enough time, things like 'random matching of the two sides of the match' or 'interest-bearing loans between players under official supervision', 'sudden death method' and other tricks could all be done…"

Hearing these words, the other players already felt their scalps tingle.

But the organizer laughed even more, "Hehe…" He looked at Brother Jue and muttered, "You… are very bad."

Feng Bujue shrugged casually and smiled, "I'm not a devil~"