Ji Li shook the blood from his chest and looked at the vivid red stains on his shirt. At last, he noticed something unusual.
White Wolf was dead. He had died suddenly, without even leaving behind a final word.
In the face of life and death, there was no distinction between veterans and mediocrities. But unlike the other seven present, White Wolf was obese.
A knife thrust into his chest could certainly kill him, but it absolutely could not have taken his life instantly, leaving him unable to utter even half a sentence.
That was the anomaly.
White Wolf was no ordinary person. Even in a dazed state, his own sharpness and vigilance made it impossible for him to be suddenly killed in an instant—unless they had acted personally...
Yet Ji Li did not think so, because they would never use a knife to kill.
Then White Wolf's instant death meant that, on one hand, something had definitely gone wrong with him himself. On the other, the murderer likely had an anomalous condition as well, one that could not be identified.
Because they feared White Wolf's dying words would expose something, he could only be killed instantly. That was the rule.
Ji Li's gaze shifted subtly at that moment. His sharp eyes swept across the other six people one by one, and every one of them wore a different expression.
Of them, Clyde and the relatively nearby Luo Xian were his primary focus.
"**!"
Clyde's reaction was clearly reasonable. After letting out a furious curse, he leaped over tables and chairs and rushed over.
Under Ji Li's watchful gaze, the shock and anxiety on his face did not seem feigned. Even as he held the corpse, his hands tentatively checked for breath in disbelief.
Luo Xian, on the other hand,