[The game will start in 30 seconds, please put your hands and feet into the shackles on the target and get ready.]
[Each shot from the Nail Gun will grant 2,000 minutes of visa time. The mechanism will automatically release in 10 minutes.]
Zhang Peng stood in front of the target, inserting his hands and feet into the shackles with a series of "clicks," locking him firmly into a "T" shape.
"Uncle Ding! I was wrong! I don't want to die!"
Zhang Peng was still shouting, but the game had already started.
"Click!"
The Nail Gun in the mechanism wasn't much different from one used in daily life; its sound was hardly noticeable, but the speed at which the nails flew was terrifying enough.
With a "thud," the nail easily embedded into the target area above Zhang Peng's left brow.
"Ah!!"
Zhang Peng began screaming uncontrollably. Clearly, if the nail had been slightly off, hitting his forehead, he would already be a corpse.
