"Listen, old man, being older doesn't give you the right to run your mouth." The man in the baseball cap had clearly lost his temper too. He glared at Bald Uncle. "You keep calling people brainless. That's incredibly disrespectful."
"I do have a brain..." the petite woman defended herself quietly. "Your behavior is strange, and it makes me suspicious. I'm not just following his lead because he suspects you."
"Didn't I explain my reasons afterward?" Bald Uncle widened his eyes. "There's no way anyone couldn't remember the rules. Insisting on going over them was clearly a waste of time! And the facts proved me right. Everyone remembered the rules!"
He pointed at the man in the baseball cap and demanded of the others, "He was the one wasting everyone's time. Why aren't you questioning his motives?"
"Now you're trying to turn the tables on me?" The man in the baseball cap was furious. "Everyone saw what I did for the group. What grounds do you have to suspect me?"
"You pretend to care about everyone so they'll trust you, but all you're actually doing is wasting their time." Bald Uncle snorted. "Only someone with no experience would fall for that act!"
With that, he turned to the Blonde Woman and the fat man. "You two have played Werewolf before. Haven't you ever seen a werewolf jump out at the start of the game and pretend to be one of the good guys?"
The Blonde Woman and the fat man instinctively looked away, meeting neither Bald Uncle's gaze nor the gaze of the man in the baseball cap.
Of course they had both experienced that before.
As experienced veteran players, they naturally knew that someone who stepped up at the start to take charge and actively hunt for werewolves wasn't necessarily