746: Chapter 736: Private Judgent 746: Chapter 736: Private Judgent Wen Wen’s voice was so loud that the other monsters could hear him.
If Wen Wen wasn’t so terrifying, they might have cursed him out loud a long ti ago.
If it weren’t for you, pervert, would a perfectly good angel have turned into what it is now?
Hearing Wen Wen’s voice, the Angel of Universal Light noticed Wen Wen was outside the door, and he imdiately stood up and looked at Wen Wen, bowing slightly with a sycophantic expression.
“Great Calamity Prison Supervisor, I am no longer the Angel of Universal Light, but a fallen angel loyal to you.
Please, if you’re in the mood, give your subordinate a new na…”
Seeing what the Angel of Universal Light had beco gave Wen Wen goosebumps.
He couldn’t associate what he saw now with the previous Angel of Universal Light at all.
Angels, as a species, are pretentious, have strong pride, and are incredibly stubborn and rigid, with an intense fanaticism for their creator.
If, for so reason, they deviated from the role set for their race, they could beco fallen angels.
Fallen angels can be considered the antithesis of angels, an extrely evil species.
Angels don’t necessarily do good deeds, but fallen angels definitely commit bad ones.
Generally, if you see a fallen angel, you can snap their neck without a second thought, and ninety-nine percent of the ti you wouldn’t be wrong.
“Seeing your wings, black as ink, and your body exuding a wicked aura, let’s just call you…
Great Elder Hei.”
The face of the Angel of Universal Light imdiately soured.
Any creature with normal thoughts wouldn’t like the na “Great Elder Hei,” and even for fallen angels, it’s the sa.
Wen Wen waved his hand and said, “Just kidding, how could I let you have such a na?
Since you’re left with only one wing, let’s call you One-Wing…”
“Evil Light Angel, sir, I’ll go by Evil Light Angel,” the Angel of Universal Light hurriedly interrupted Wen Wen, fearing that Wend Wen would co up with so ridiculous nickna…
Wen Wen’s mood for naming was interrupted by the Evil Light Angel, so he quickly made arrangents and then left the place.
Although the Angel of Universal Light…
now the Evil Light Angel claid to be a loyal subordinate of Wen Wen’s, Wen Wen couldn’t possibly let him roam free, better to keep him in his cell.
However, his transformation into a fallen angel at this mont could be a good thing for Wen Wen.
His earlier plan was sowhat risky.
If he could take advantage of the identity of a fallen angel to stir things up, it might beco much safer.
Wen Wen then took a box from the sanctuary, placed the box on top of the Space Ring on his toe, and considered himself prepared.
After leaving the sanctuary, Wen Wen noted the sky was still light, not suitable for his activities, so he sat on the couch and opened his laptop.
He turned on the computer not to look for sothing amusing but to follow up on the Skin Monster incident.
Being a participant, Wen Wen had gained so inside information and knew there was sothing interesting on the internet.
Without needing to search much, Wen Wen saw a video, the exact dance video he had perford pretending to be the Guide!
Due to the lack of widespread cara technology, not many videos circulated online, so when a purely entertaining dance video appeared, it attracted the public’s attention imdiately.
If it were just an ordinary dance, it would be one thing, but Wen Wen’s dance was too enchanting, full of powerful movents that ordinary dancers simply couldn’t imitate.
After a few days of ferntation online, the dance video spread like wildfire, with high view counts, becoming a bona fide “internet celebrity” video.
And on the Duck Breast Duck Breast website, this video was given new life as various video creators competed to modify it…
In short, by now, practically no one who regularly used computers hadn’t seen this video.
Wen Wen watched his dance moves in the video, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He wondered what face The Guide would make if he saw this video?
Right now, he was recovering from injuries.
If this video infuriated him enough to aggravate his wounds, that would be wonderful.
Wen Wen watched the video, reading the comnts with a smile consistently on his face.
Suddenly, in the comnts, he saw a link.
Curious, he clicked on it, and Wen Wen’s smile gradually disappeared.
The link also contained a video with a large section of text explaining it.
This video had as many views as Wen Wen’s dance, but the number of comnts far exceeded it.
The video featured only a haggard-looking man.
A processed voice was reciting the man’s cris while he sat in a chair.
His na was Zhao Tiezhu, a karaoke club owner in a small city on the surface, but behind the scenes, he was a blight on the city.
Robbery, running a black shop, murder—he had committed most conceivable cris.
Local policen had investigated him multiple tis but could never obtain sufficient evidence to convict him, emboldening Zhao Tiezhu increasingly.
Today, however, Zhao Tiezhu fell into a trap.
He was tied up in this secretive Tribunal, and all his cris were listed.
At the end of the video was a voting channel with only two options: “Live” or “Die”.
If more voted for live, Zhao Tiezhu would be released; if more voted for die, the video’s publisher would kill Zhao Tiezhu.
The voting period was one hour.
Wen Wen’s brows furrowed.
Why would the Federation allow such judgents to exist?
He didn’t vote and didn’t look at the result.
Instead, he shut off the video and made several calls.
After the calls, Wen Wen rubbed his forehead.
He had contacted so friends he had made during his ti as a detective and clerks at the Hunters Association to gain a certain understanding of this video.
This wasn’t the first judgent but the third.
The Federation had tried to shut down the video but found they were unable to technically shut off the webpage.
There were only two ways to stop the judgents from continuing.
One would be to completely cut off the internet.
As long as the citizens of the Federation had no internet access, these absurd judgents would naturally stop, but that was obviously impossible.
The other was to find the “Arbiter” and resolve the issue at the root, but the Federation was also unable to do that.
The Federation had sought help from the Hunters Association, who determined that the party in question hadn’t used superpower and, for now, hadn’t caused any significant harm to society, so they chose not to get involved.
Most of the Capital Association’s energy was tied up in nxia Province and two other major events, so naturally, they couldn’t spare resources for such a “trivial matter”.
Wen Wen massaged his forehead.
He felt this private trial might spiral out of control, but he also had no capacity to deal with it at this ti.
He checked the ti and then took out one of his Puppets and placed it on the bed to substitute for himself.
Then, with a flash, he vanished from the room…
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