Ma Lou felt like he had drawn the werewolf card in a game of Werewolf, only for the old villager across from him to pour his heart into helping him work through the clues and find the killer!
Guys, I seriously can't do this anymore! I want to out myself!
Ma Lou wailed inwardly.
What the hell was this?!
If the guard before him had been an overbearing villain NPC who called everyone "peasants" every other sentence...
Ma Lou could have conned him without the slightest guilt, even secretly relishing it as he went.
Instead, the old man had comforted them and given them the inside scoop!
He had even freely shared the itinerary, background, personality, and preferences of Winterhold's big shot!
Being sincerely cared for as one of the younger generation like this...
Made Ma Lou, whose mind had long been steeped in dirty tactics, feel an unprecedented pang of conscience!
I'm the werewolf here!
Ma Lou cried inwardly, Sir, could you please stop vouching for us?! If you keep this up, I'm seriously going to out myself on the spot today!!
Seeing Ma Lou on the verge of a guilt-ridden breakdown, ready to reveal himself as the wolf at any moment...
[I'm Not Jiahao], walking beside him, clearly understood his teammate's inner struggle.
He turned his head, gave Ma Lou a discreet wink, and shot him a reassuring look.
Don't panic, Old Ma. I'll personally take charge of this situation and keep everything under control!
But Ma Lou, still tangled up in his own misgivings, saw Jiahao winking at him and rolled his eyes hard in irritation.
Is this bastard's eye twitching? Why's he making eyes at me?
At a time like this, he's still fucking trying to communicate with looks?!
Ma Lou ranted inwardly, completely failing to