Twenty-Eight Peanuts

Jack transmigrated to a parallel world and locked on to a Judge System that provided rewards for punishing evil. 
Hence, an Adjudicator of Death who stood above the law was hence born.
A livestream channel named Deathstream Channel hence appeared in various major livestream platforms, with a judge’s pen and a Death Notice sent to every criminal.
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[Name: Mogul] [Gender:Male:] [Age:45] [Job: CEO of Mogul Group] [Crime: Brutal killing of children] [Punishment:Decapitation]
[Name:Natalie ] [Gender:Female ] [Age:33 ] [Job:Vagrant] [Crime:Abduction of women, forcing them into the prostitution of death] [Punishment:removal of limbs and reproductive organs, bleeding to death]
[Name: Watton] [Gender:Male] [Age:47] [Job:Mob boss] [Crime:Gang fights, slaughtering civilians ] [Punishment: Death by a thousand cuts and skinning]
All who received Death Notices were sent to the Deathstream Channel without exception, for death awaits while everyone in the world would watch as they were punished! 
No matter where you are or how noble a position you possess, a baptism of blood and fire awaits you once you receive the Death Notices. 
It is the prelude of death. Sinners—come receive your time of death! 

Simple MTL

Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

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The violent explosion shocked everyone.

At this moment, Jack's cold voice sounded out. "I said, please don't move. Think about it. If you were standing at the point of the explosion, your feet would be blown into minced meat. Don't tell me you want to be crippled! I'll remind you one last time. The game is not over yet. If you leave the meeting room, I'll detonate all the bombs here. At that time, everyone will be blown into minced meat and bid farewell to this world."

"No, Death Judge, we don't dare. Don't detonate the bombs."

"We don't dare. Please don't blow us up."

"Yes, we will definitely cooperate with you."

Everyone was stunned. Everyone was dead silent.

Ross's face was gloomy. He glanced at his feet. If there was a bomb under him, wouldn't he be left here?

'F*ck! Damn it, it's the Death Inquisitor. Why didn't I think of checking the meeting room?'

Stop Arguing, I’ll Cut It