The second floor of the fast-food restaurant.
Ren Ye slowly came back to his senses, instantly slipped into actor mode, and feigned confusion. "What the hell?"
"You didn't get a hint?" Xiao Shuai paused, then glanced around, thoroughly caught up in the situation. "I mean, one of the eight of us might be a mole. The kind who stirs things up behind the scenes and wants to win alone in the end."
"A mole? Are you sure?"
Ren Ye's performance had layers. He raised his voice slightly. "How did you two find out about this?"
Seeing Ren Ye start acting, Yin Tiger wisely chose to shut up. He knew that both his acting and his skills in bed had the primitive feel of the vast grasslands. Neither could handle this level of play.
"From Pan Lianrong, of course," Tan Pang said quietly. "She made a phone call in front of us and specifically stressed that one of the eight Grand Craftsmen in Fulai County Town was a mole for the bald faction, and that there was an eight-day mission. Pan Lianrong kept asking who it was, but the person on the phone wouldn't say, only that this person would be very useful at a critical moment...!"
Ren Ye fell silent for a while, then asked with a frown, "When did you hear her make this call?"
"Not long after we came in. Around 9:40, before ten," Xiao Shuai answered. "Bro, an eight-day mission and eight people. Don't you think those two key details are hinting at something? They match our Player team's situation exactly."
"We talked it over, and we both thought it was a hint." Tan Pang looked curiously at Ren Ye. "Didn't you get a hint like that?"
Ren Ye shook his head without hesitation. "No."
As he