Madman

Yimo heard this and a glimmer flashed in his eyes. He muttered under his breath.

"Heh... Finally took the bait."

Then he turned to Drunkard, who had his head lowered and was staring at the ground. "Hey, sorry, sorry!"

"Uncle, you've always kept your distance from everyone and liked to sit in the corner. I forgot that yesterday, you also agreed not to split the food evenly."

"Let's get back to the question we were discussing. We'll finish that, then talk about the injuries!"

"One step at a time. No need to rush, in case someone with ulterior motives tries to shift everyone's attention!"

"Uncle, let me ask you something."

"Did you meet with Nibaba in private yesterday?"

Drunkard raised his head slightly. Beneath his messy hair, his eyes fixed on Yimo.

There was no resentment or anger like the Bard's.

Instead, there was a hint of excitement in them, which made Yimo feel a little uncomfortable.

He thought to himself that this person really was the most dangerous one.

Drunkard: "Heh... I didn't!"

Yimo nodded, looked at everyone, and finally settled his gaze on the Rain Emperor. He suddenly asked, "Little girl, do you remember what Nibaba did after the vote ended yesterday?"

The Rain Emperor had been enjoying watching Yimo verbally crush everyone from this spot.

She hadn't expected Yimo to suddenly ask her a question. Caught off guard, she frowned slightly and said, "Hey, who are you calling a little girl, you damned gloomy uncle?"

Although her tone was a little annoyed, she still thought it over before answering, "I remember... I think he went to the Third Floor?"

"Probably... I didn't pay much attention. I really don't like him."

Lu Wu: "I remember clearly. He went to the Third Floor!"

"But what's the problem with that?"