Chapter 112: Interesting! Yet Also a Bit Uninteresting!

46 points?

Too late.

Even if the Clown is now kneeling on the ground swearing.

The crack called Suspicion has already become like shattered glass, impossible to mend.

Buzz—!

The White Bone Roulette began its fourth rotation.

The grim white bone pointer slowly traced over each mask, each harboring hidden motives.

Finally, it decelerated.

It froze.

The pointer steadied directly in front of the man who had previously trembled, wearing the Bewildered mask.

Click!

The roulette base lit up.

It was no longer the previous crimson.

Instead it was abyssal, heart‑pounding black!

Lie!

All seven participants' bodies shuddered in unison.

Here it comes!

The kill‑round they have long awaited!

According to the Truth-Lie Wheel Rule.

In this round, the Responder may choose to tell the truth or to lie.

All the others will vote to judge whether the Responder's answer is true or false.

If more than half guess incorrectly.

Those who guessed wrong are eliminated!

Conversely, the Responder is eliminated!

And before that…

They have rehearsed countless Lie rounds!

They designed countless trap‑type questions, just waiting for the prey to be caught.

According to the script…

From this moment on, it is their one‑sided slaughter, step by step squeezing every secret from Jing, a moment of revelry!

"Huh…"

The Clown's chest rose and fell, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and he exhaled.

All right!

Although a small mishap just now caused a crack in the team.

But as long as they get into the Lie round's rhythm, the advantage remains on their side!

The Rule is an absolute weapon!

He looked at the man with the Bewildered mask, his gaze fierce, and directly pressed his point.

"Don't be affected! Proceed as originally planned!"

"First win his Chip!"

"I swear! Once it's done, I only want forty percent!"

The other few still harbored grudges in their hearts.

But they also knew this was not the time for internal strife.

First let the meat rot in the pot; that's the real business!

For a moment.

Everyone's gaze converged on the man with the Bewildered mask.

Waiting for him to ask the already‑sharpened dagger!

The chain of kill‑shots will officially begin from this step!

Across the gambling table.

Su Ming watched the scene before him, his complexion odd, a little hard to hold back.

This damn…

Now targeting him, not even acting anymore?

However.

Five seconds…

Ten seconds…

Time passed, and the man with the Bewildered mask still did not speak.

Under the mask, those blood‑veined eyes spun wildly.

He glanced at the Clown, whose face was eager and clearly using him as a gun.

Then he looked at the surrounding Allies, also masked and harboring hidden motives!

Finally.

His gaze fell on the man opposite, lounging lazily as if sipping afternoon tea in his own backyard!

One percent?

Four percent?

Bullshit promise!

At this man‑eating gambling table, only those who survive have the right to discuss the division!

And the man opposite's hidden cards…

So many that even he doesn't know how many there are!

Before, he was driven by greed, his mind heated.

Now, he's been awakened by that cold water…

Can't win!

At best, this ragtag crowd each with their own agenda is unlikely to win!

They plot every mechanism here, thinking themselves the orchestrators.

But in that person's eyes…

Could it be as ridiculous as a swarm of ants fighting over crumbs beneath an Overlord dragon's foot?

"Huff… huff…"

Mangran's chest rose and fell, his breathing grew more intense.

Rationality seemed to overwhelm greed.

He jerked his head up and made a decision!

"Mr. Jing…"

"May I ask, at this very moment…"

"Do you have the ability here to wipe out all seven of us… completely?!"

Boom—!

All sounds fell silent!

Clown (Opera Role)'s oil‑painted Smile Mask was completely rigid, his eye sockets split.

Crazy?!

What the hell kind of question is that?!

The script rehearsed countless times with them…

Can't say it's identical; can only say it's completely unrelated!

The other five were also frozen stiff.

But the first thing that surged in their hearts was not the anger of betrayal.

But instead…

A chill surged up!

What does it mean…

Here, to wipe them all out?

This place is the domain of the Truth-Lie Wheel, an absolutely fair game arena!

Everyone's extraordinary abilities and items are completely sealed by the Rule!

They themselves can personally feel it; there is no mistake!

But then again…

Sitting opposite is Jing!

He is the monster that slashed through the rankings, slaughtering top‑tier sovereigns like pigs and dogs!

If it were a Truth game, this question might not be so aggressive.

But now, it's a Lie game!

It's a Lie game that requires them to use Chips to vote!

If Jing answers yes…

Then how should they vote?

Vote Truth?

If they guess right, they can win Chips!

Logically, everyone would be delighted!

But in reality, if this damn thing is actually correct…

Then what's the point of playing a damn intelligence game?!

Their group is nothing but ants that can be crushed by the opponent at any time!

The designed game is an outright joke!

"You... what are you doing?!"

Clown (Opera Role) could no longer hold back, trembling and roaring.

"Why aren't you following the plan! Is your brain filled with water?!"

But Mangran, the masked man, flushed his eyes and completely ignored him.

Just a Clown!

He must use this question to see the situation clearly!

If it's a certain loss…

He would rather beg for mercy now than accompany these idiots to a senseless death!

Across the gambling table.

Su Ming was equally stunned after hearing the question.

Immediately.

His shoulders began to twitch.

A low chuckle rose from deep within his throat, growing louder and wilder!

"Ha ha… ha ha ha ha!"

The unrestrained, maniacal laughter echoed through the dead‑silent casino.

The shaking made the luxurious crystal chandelier overhead shiver.

"Interesting!"

"Really interesting!"

"But, to get back to the point…"

"You like this, it's also a bit uninteresting!"

He laughed as he slowly rose, both hands braced on the cold gambling table, his body leaning forward slightly.

A sense of pressure burst forth without reservation!

He did not answer directly.

Instead, he swept his mocking eyes over everyone present, one by one.

Where his gaze fell.

Everyone instinctively leaned back, daring not to meet his stare.

Finally.

Su Ming's gaze lingered on the questioned masked man Mangran, a smile tugging at his mouth.

"Since you asked sincerely…"

"Then I shall mercifully tell you."

Su Ming raised a finger and gently waved it before him.

"My answer is…"