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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All the helicopters rushed to the small courtyard where Bipson was.

At this time, the drunkard observed the surrounding environment, then lay on the ground and looked at the tire tracks that had left. He frowned, then stood up and was at a loss.

"Sure enough, the clues that the Death Inquisitor gave us before were all false, misleading us," said the drunkard.

Willie raised his eyelids and waved his hand. "What should we do? Where should we search?"

"He's like a hunter now, covering up all the tracks. We have no choice but to search." The drunkard looked at the small forest to the west.

Willie followed his line of sight and also looked at the small forest. It was green and endless. There were only a dozen of them in such a large forest. How could they search through a large area?

The drunkard also noticed this awkward reality and said, "With Bipson's hut as the center, fan out in a 60-degree search."

It could only be like this for now.

Skin Bipson alive