The Secret of the Death Game

The iron hook tore through his skin.

Dark-red blood flowed through the cracks and dripped onto the ground.

"F*ck, Death Judge, I will definitely kill you."

Adolf gritted his teeth, grabbed the iron wrist by his hands, and pulled them out.

At the same time, the iron hook pierced through his back, revealing the sharp tip of the hook, flickering with a cold light.

Just like that, his hands were freed, but his entire body was hung on the crossbeam by the iron hook.

"Hahaha! You big idiot, let's see how you get down."

"It's probably over."

"This thing is like shooting an arrow. There's no turning back. If we pull it out forcefully, it will definitely tear off the entire collarbone. There's no hope."

"Impulsiveness is the devil!"

In an instant, the netizens were filled with anticipation. Everyone liked to see the scene of blood splattering everywhere.