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"At this moment, a prisoner stood up across from us.
'Wait a minute, I need to clarify something. The previous game did not have a definite outcome. Majtani did not explicitly say 'I surrender' and was not killed. So, that game can only be considered a draw,' a female prisoner spoke out with a firm voice."
"What? How is that possible?" Leorio frowned, refuting in dissatisfaction.
"That guy has already been killed, don't waste our time anymore," Leorio continued, appearing somewhat impatient.
The female prisoner walked up to Majtani and carefully observed him, then stood up and said, "I'm sure he's just unconscious, not dead. According to the rules of our match, the game must continue unless one party explicitly says 'I surrender' or is killed. He is still alive and has not surrendered."
"Does this mean the outcome is still undetermined?" Leorio asked, his eyes filled with doubt.
"Ugh, a bunch of meaningless theories. Hey, Curarpikt, can you make sure he dies more completely?" Leorio said discontentedly.
"I refuse," Curarpikt responded firmly.
"Huh?" Leorio obviously did not expect Curarpikt to respond like this.
"The outcome is already clear. The moment the opponent loses the will to fight, I cannot attack them anymore. I won't take advantage of someone in a weakened state."
Curarpikt said with a firm, almost unquestionable tone. His eyes also showed how seriously he took the matter.
"What are you joking about? What do you want to do?" Leorio said.
"Let nature take its course. When he wakes up, he will naturally tell us the answer. Anyway, I have no intention of attacking again," said Curarpikt.
"Um... Chi, can you use your ability to control Curarpikt and make him end all of this?" Leorio asked sharply.
"I refuse. My ability is not meant to be abused in this way," Chi replied without hesitation, with a determined look.
"Seriously, why are you two so stubborn and inflexible?" Leorio said angrily, clearly unhappy with their attitudes.
" Curarpikt, if you don't want to do this yourself, I can do it for you. I guess the reason you don't want to do it is because you've never killed anyone, right?" Killua turned to Curarpikt and made a serious suggestion.
"I have never considered whether I am afraid of killing, but this is a one-on-one match, and you have no right to interfere," Curarpikt responded calmly, without any fluctuation.
"Well, you make a good point," Killua nodded slightly, accepting Curarpikt's viewpoint.
"However, in any case, this is still a group action. We cannot tolerate any behavior that goes against the group." Killua spoke again, this time with a more serious tone.
"That's right, this time you actually said something reasonable. Curarpikt, you also need to consider the feelings and rights of others." Leorio echoed Killua's opinion, apparently thinking this was an appropriate solution.
"I'm sorry, I can't change my decision," Curarpikt said firmly, his eyes telling everyone that he wouldn't budge on this matter.
"Alright, then let's go with majority rule. Those in favor of killing him, stand in the circle, those against, stand outside," Leorio suggested, with a hint of seriousness on his face.
"How come this counter isn't responding at all?" Leorio pointed at the counter in confusion, frowning.
"Maybe it's because the other party simply doesn't want to deal with us." Gon glanced at the counter and said casually, with a hint of resignation in his voice.
"Okay, let's vote by a show of hands. Those in favor of letting him die, please raise your hand." Leorio proposed again, this time with a more serious tone.
In the end, only Leorio raised his hand, making it look rather lonely in the air.
"Strange, Killua, why aren't you raising your hand?" Leorio looked at Killua in confusion.
"Well, I suddenly felt that it's better to respect other people's wishes," Killua smiled, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.
"You traitor!" Leorio's face darkened as he angrily shouted at Killua, a hint of disappointment in his anger.
"Because it's pointless, since everyone's minds are already made up," Killua calmly replied, seemingly unfazed by Leorio's rage.
"Since the other party has already shown an intention to surrender, why don't we wait for them to wake up?" Gon interjected with a hint of reason in his voice.
"I don't like to force others to do things they don't want to do," Chi said calmly, her words filled with rationality.
Several hours have passed, and the atmosphere has become increasingly tense.
"Do you think it's possible that the kid is already dead?" Killua looked at the darkness in the distance with a hint of unease in his tone.
"Ugh, it's so frustrating. It's too dark here, from this angle, it's impossible to tell if he's alive or dead." Leorio said, frowning with a hint of impatience in his voice.
He walked to the front, his sharp gaze sweeping over the darkness, and then suggested, "Hey, let's go see if he's dead or not, shall we?"
At that moment, Chi silently attached five Nen threads to Leorio. Her movements were extremely light, almost without making any sound.
Killua suddenly turned his head and locked eyes with Chi. Chi was taken aback, surprised at how keen Killuas perception was.
"Is something wrong?" Chi tried to remain calm and asked.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt that your feelings towards those two examinees in the hallway are very similar to now, that's all," Killua replied lightly, seemingly not suspicious of Chi's actions.
Leorio continued to mutter over there, "Who knows, maybe he's already dead. If he's really dead, waiting longer would be in vain, he won't wake up." His voice carried a hint of impatience and frustration.
"I already told you, he just passed out, he didn't die," the female prisoner said firmly, with no hint of hesitation in her eyes.
"We've been waiting for hours. Who knows if we can trust what you're saying?" Leorio responded discontentedly, frowning and staring at the female prisoner.
"Are you willing to bet with me to see if it's true?" the female prisoner countered, a slight smirk on her lips, seeming somewhat confident.
"Are you brave enough to bet on whether he's alive or dead?" The female prisoner taunted, her tone full of challenge.
"A bet? What would be at stake?" Leorio asked, evaluating the other's true intentions.
"Let's use 'time' as the stakes for our bet," the female prisoner said calmly, wearing a head covering that concealed any emotional expression on her face.
"Each side will rely on their own luck and use time as the stakes for the competition," she further explained.
"Take a look at that screen. We each have fifty hours of available time, and the bet is in units of ten hours," she said, pointing to the screen next to her.
"This game will continue until one side's time is reduced to zero," she said firmly.
"If your time remaining reaches zero, then your deadline to leave will be reduced by fifty hours," she continued explaining the rules.
"On the other hand, if my time remaining reaches zero, then my sentence will be extended by fifty years," the female prisoner added solemnly.
"If you are willing to accept this gamble, I will let you personally inspect whether he is dead or alive," the female prisoner said firmly, locking eyes briefly with Leorio, waiting for his response.
"Is that woman out of her mind? There are so many things to gamble with, yet she chooses to use her own sentence as a bet." Leorio rubbed his chin, looking incredulous.
"Leorio, you better think carefully. If you lose, we only have ten hours left to leave this place." Curarpikt reminded seriously, his eyes sharp as if trying to pierce through Leorio's thoughts.
"This is not the place for you to express your opinions. If it weren't for your unwillingness to take action, I wouldn't need to go through this trouble," Leorio retorted, with a hint of displeasure on his face.
"Well, since you put it that way, then do as you please," Curarpikt said with a slight smile, seeming somewhat resigned.
The two turned their heads and grunted at each other unwillingly.
"Hey, we're partners, don't be like this," Gon interjected, trying to diffuse the tension between the two.
"Okay, I'll bet." Leorio made the final decision, his expression turning serious.
"Alright, then let me ask a question first. How many hours are you betting? Is he dead or alive?" The female prisoner taunted, a hint of cunning in her eyes.
"I bet ten hours, and he's still alive," Leorio responded firmly, his gaze fixed on the female prisoner without flinching.
The other prisoner across from him chuckled, "This kid, just now he kept saying that guy was already dead."
"You're quite cautious this time," Curarpikt said with a hint of sarcasm, his gaze slightly narrowing.
"Nonsense, weren't you the one not talking to me?" Leorio retorted, with a slight upward curve of his mouth.
Leorio thought to himself, "Even if I guess wrong this time, at least I can go and confirm whether he's alive or dead. If he's dead, then at least Curarpikt will have won."
"If I bet that he's already dead, but in reality he's just unconscious, then wouldn't the loss be even more devastating?" Leorio thought to himself, further solidifying his decision.
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