Self-Destruction

Yimo understood.

Since he couldn't stay low-key and had become the center of attention.

Then fine, he would become the most attention-grabbing!

He would become someone that people would look at but not dare to touch!

Yimo's move this time was incredible. Not only did he scare Supreme One into falling into the mud, but he also stunned everyone around him, who now watched him warily, as if he were a murderer.

Old Du Liu, the oldest among them, didn't retreat. He stroked his beard and said, "Young Siba Jungler, are you admitting you're a werewolf?"

"I'm old, and it's not easy to have lived this long. Please don't bother me today."

"You young people should settle your own disputes."

His words made Supreme One even more terrified. He yelled at Old Du Liu, "You old geezer, you were the one hyping things up the most just now!"

Then he quickly said to Yimo, "Brother, I was just talking nonsense earlier."

"I know you're definitely not a werewolf!"

"Oh, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

At this moment, Supreme One looked at Yimo's gloomy, expressionless face, which was terrifying, like the boss of their gang.

The more he looked, the more he felt this person was unassailable and incredibly powerful, and he immediately backed down.

In reality, Yimo simply had a poker face. Supreme One's courage had been completely shattered by Yimo's few words, creating the illusion that Yimo was incredibly strong.

Yimo lowered his head, his eyes once again half-covered by his choppy bangs, and sneered at Supreme One, "What you said wasn't just nonsense!"

Supreme One said, "No, no, no, I was talking nonsense, big brother, I was wrong."

"Please let me off the hook!"

Although the blonde thug Supreme One begged for mercy, there were others among the crowd with straightforward courage and spirit.

Someone nicknamed True Martial Emperor, in his thirties, over 1.85 meters tall, broad-shouldered and stout, with a body full of muscles, looking like either a manual laborer or a fitness coach, stepped forward and said, "Why be afraid of him!"

"Others might be afraid, but I'm not!"

The very arrogant woman Pikachu, weighing over 200 pounds, also stepped forward: "Yeah, is he going to kill us all?"

"You can kill people today, but the Witch has an antidote to save them."

"Everyone will still be alive tomorrow, but you'll definitely be voted out!"

Upon hearing this, Yimo glanced at the two of them disdainfully. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he walked directly towards the large round wooden table not far from them.

He then pulled over a wooden chair, turned it around, and sat on it arrogantly, crossing his legs. He looked at the crowd and said, "Heh? Did I ever say I was a werewolf?"

Following Yimo's words, everyone was stunned.

Good heavens, if you're not a werewolf, why are you so arrogant? Are you looking for death!

Supreme One, upon hearing this, knew he wouldn't be the sole target and felt he could handle it. He climbed out of the mud. Although he had peed himself from fear, he was so dirty that no one could tell. With a lack of confidence, he still said, "You, you, you... didn't you... say you could kill people!"

Click!

Yimo snapped his fingers and then made a gun gesture with his hand, pointing at Supreme One. "Who said only werewolves can kill people?"

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Siba Jungler, 20 years old, an unemployed recluse, a good-for-nothing, a shut-in."

"Petty, and I always get revenge."

"But my luck is quite good, I drew a special role, the Hunter card."

"And in my hand, I have a gun."

"I don't care who the werewolf is. Anyway, if I don't like someone, and I die, I will definitely take them down with me!"

Hunter, a special role, with the ability to kill a player after death.

As Yimo made a gunshot gesture towards Supreme One.

Supreme One was so scared that he almost fell again.

Although the others had doubts, none dared to speak out in objection.

Yimo scanned the crowd with his poker face. Most people avoided his gaze.

Among them, Dieyu gave him a heart gesture with both hands. The ordinary village girl lowered her head, seemingly disdainful.

One man, who looked the smartest, an adult with glasses, observed him, seemingly analyzing and thinking about something.

And Yimo?

After speaking, he arrogantly announced loudly again.

"Card Introduction: You are a mature and experienced Hunter with excellent marksmanship. Unfortunately, the werewolves at night are omnipotent, and villagers may be ignorant and foolish. There is nothing you can do about these things."

"But it's okay, even if you die, you can still fire a fatal shot and blow their brains out~"

Both games and cards have introductions.

After Yimo finished speaking smugly, he stood up again with some disappointment, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "Actually, I wanted to be a werewolf."

"Isn't it the most fun to be a werewolf in this game?"

"You know who your teammates are, and you can kill someone every night!"

"Heh, that's why I'm not happy!"

"But even if I'm not happy, I can still kill someone if I die."

"So, everyone here, do you still have any issues with me?"

After a moment of silence, Old Du Liu was the first to step forward and say.

"I think this is a good thing. Now that Siba Jungler here has stepped forward,"

"That means one less suspect for being a werewolf. This kind of youthful spirit and courage truly makes even this old man admire him. He can lead everyone to victory!"

"I think today is about choosing a Village Chief, isn't it?"

"This position should go to Siba Jungler, young man!"

"Don't you all agree?"

Following Old Du Liu's words, most people chimed in. However, the ordinary girl named Village Chief then said, "I want to be the Village Chief!"

What the...?

Most people present were stunned and looked towards the very ordinary, somewhat gloomy ordinary girl.

How to put it?

If you look at that gloomy, expressionless face, it's actually quite similar to Siba Jungler's!

But why would you, when everything was going fine, pick a fight with the even more sinister-looking Siba Jungler?

Are you afraid you're living too long?

Old Du Liu asked upon hearing this, "Young lady, your name is good. Could it be that you are also a divine role?"

The ordinary girl, Village Chief, replied, "Villager card."

After the ordinary girl finished speaking, everyone looked at her as if she were an idiot, rendering them speechless for a moment.

Does this person have a problem with their brain?

For a moment, no one took her seriously. Old Du Liu chuckled, "It's good that you have this intention, young lady, hahaha..."

"But this position should still go to Siba Jungler, after all, he is the absolute good person right now."

Upon hearing this, the ordinary girl finally stopped talking, but the corner of her mouth twitched, looking somewhat displeased, as if throwing a small tantrum.

But no one paid it any mind. Among the 12 people present, the ordinary girl looked the youngest, appearing to be around 16 years old.

Just as everyone had decided to let Yimo become the Village Chief, someone stepped forward and raised an objection.

"Everyone, don't be so hasty."

"I still want to ask everyone, is there anyone among you who is genuinely the Hunter."

"If there is, please step forward."

"If it turns out they are not the Hunter, but actually a werewolf, then everyone will have been completely deceived."

The person speaking was nicknamed "Ferryman." He wore branded suits and leather shoes, was spotlessly clean, and stood over 1.8 meters tall with a great physique. He exuded the aura of a cool, high-minded engineering student, like a manager, around 30 years old, and was currently touching the bridge of his nose.

He was one of the few people who dared to make eye contact with Yimo back then.

Following his words, people around them began to size each other up.

Yimo, on the other hand, stood with his arms crossed, appearing confident.

If anyone claimed to be the Hunter at this moment, it would prove that one of the two was lying.

The focus was now on Yimo and that person.

It had entered a life-or-death PK round.

Unless someone was an idiot, no one would step forward and claim to be the Hunter.

Right!

No one would step forward!

But...

Just as Yimo thought this.

Someone actually stepped forward.

"Everyone, I..."