As Yimo suddenly pulled out a Hunting Rifle and shoved the barrel into Supreme One's mouth, everyone present was stunned.
If this had happened the day before, Old Du Liu would definitely have said something to ease the tense atmosphere.
But unfortunately,
he was no longer there.
Yimo looked coldly at Supreme One, who was sitting on the floor, trembling constantly and trying to beg for mercy but unable to make a sound with the Hunting Rifle stuffed in his mouth. "Who are we voting out tonight?"
"Mm... mm-mm..." Supreme One stared at Yimo in panic, his eyes wide. He nodded and shook his head by turns, but with Yimo pressing the barrel against him so hard, he couldn't pull away or make a sound.
He wanted to dodge, but he didn't dare.
Looking at Supreme One, who was scared witless, Yimo finally pulled the gun from his mouth. He crouched down, prodded the spot over his heart with the muzzle, and suddenly roared, "Who are we voting for today?!"
Supreme One jumped in fright and hurriedly kowtowed to Yimo over and over. Crying and begging for mercy, he said, "Ah... Conan! Vote for Conan!"
"Vote for Conan!!!"
"Big brother, I was wrong! I really was! I was framed and deceived!!!"
"Please, let me go! I'm just a dumbass! I'm a complete dumbass!!!"
Yimo had never taken Supreme One seriously.
Who cared whether he was someone's lackey or a fence-sitter? His vote would follow Yimo. It belonged to him!
He had known that from the beginning!
Yimo clicked his tongue when he heard that and stopped paying attention to him. Under everyone's stunned gazes, he walked to the circular table and sat directly opposite Conan. He placed both legs on the table, looking down at everyone disdainfully in an extremely