Willard unhurriedly settled back into his seat. For a player who had been through the labyrinth, an injury of this degree was minor.

He picked up the cloth napkin from the table, folded it neatly, and pressed it gently against the wound.

His chest bloomed like a crimson rose.

The dining table fell into silence.

Everyone was watching him.

From the moment he was attacked, to the knife in his chest, then Karl’s assault, and the bald man’s arrest — through all of it, not a flicker of emotion had crossed Willard’s face.

He picked up his knife and fork again and resumed eating the pork chop on his plate.

Meat juice tinged with blood — he ate it bite by bite, jaw working, throat bobbing, his composure utterly unruffled.

As though it tasted excellent.

Zhu Shu’s brow creased. She felt like she might be sick.

Meanwhile, Bai Youwei noticed that Robert’s hands — the ones gripping his knife and fork — were trembling slightly.

She understood. Robert had intended a one-for-one trade — take out Willard. He’d chosen dinnertime to leave the other side no opportunity to frame anyone or set anything in motion.

That way, even if the bald man was arrested, his group would still have four members left, and without Willard, Group B would have no way to compete with them anymore.

But he hadn’t anticipated…

That this operation hadn’t eliminated Willard at all — and had instead cost him two of his own members.

The suppressed silence stretched on.

Willard finished most of the food on his plate, gently dabbed the corner of his mouth, and stood, walking out of the dining room without a single word and without any expression.

After he was gone, Robert clenched his fist and slammed it down on the dining table.

A loud thud — releasing his fury.

He shoved back his chair as he rose, sending it clattering to the floor. Robert walked out of the dining room with a dark expression —

The remaining guests wore various looks.

The food on the table had been splattered with blood, and no one had any appetite. They sat a little longer, then began leaving one by one.

When everyone else was gone, Zhu Shu gave Bai Youwei a light nudge and held out her wrist.

“Look.”

The light-sensitive band on her wrist contained a task progress bar divided into five equal sections — currently at two-fifths.

Bai Youwei smiled. “Willard helped you complete part of your progress~”

Zhu Shu lowered her wrist, murmuring thoughtfully: “Three more people… Robert is one of them. Who are the other two…”

Room 202 — the woman holding the infant.

Room 302 — the businessman.

Room 303 — the young man who liked basketball.

Room 402 — the effeminate man.

Two of these four were Robert’s teammates — if she could find evidence that they and Robert were behind the killings, she could help Yan Qingwen’s team win this game!

But… wait. What if these people had been entirely inactive from the beginning to now? What then?

Zhu Shu felt a headache coming on. “…Robert is cunning. From the very start he arranged for his team members to act alone, with no direct contact between them — that way even if one or two get exposed, the others stay hidden.”

She looked at Bai Youwei. “Weiwei, what do we do? We’re stuck.”

As long as Willard needed just one more elimination to win, Robert would never kill again — he couldn’t afford to give Willard that opening. But if no killings happened, how would Bai Youwei and Zhu Shu find any clues or evidence?

What to do?…Completely stuck.

“What are you talking about — this is the best possible situation~” The corners of Bai Youwei’s mouth curved upward in a self-satisfied smile. “Right now, when neither side is willing to make a move, our opportunity has arrived, Zhu Shu.”

Zhu Shu pressed her lips together and glanced outside — no one was paying attention here — and asked quietly: “…What do we do?”

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