Chapter 668: Liao Liao

Chapter 668: Liao Liao

“Huh?” War Tiger blinked dumbly at her. “I don’t. I live on my own, and I can smoke wherever I want.”

Chen Ying wasn’t sure if he was playing dumb or actually oblivious.

She asked instead, “Where are you heading? I’ll give you a ride.”

“Haha, I should be going the same way as you. Take me to your main base.”

Chen Ying hid her surprise. According to what Nine Frost had said, she was to talk to Liao Liao—the fifth team leader—after talking to Chestnut, continuing her investigation into Dust.

So War Tiger did talk to Nine Frost through Telepathy. He must be answering my previous question.

Just when she had the thought, though, War Tiger pointed at the trunk with his thumb, smiling. “I’m asking Jiang Hao and Goldthread to enchant my baby.”

Chen Ying paused. Through the rearview mirror, she could see the more than two meters long wooden case in the trunk. Since it was way too long, one side of it was put through the window, and scratches were left on the mat and the inside of the door. She could imagine how roughly War Tiger had shoved the box into her car.

He’s dancing around lies and truth. I can’t pin him down.

Forget it. I’ll assume he’s contacted Nine Frost and is looking for the spy.

Chen Ying sighed softly, making a turn toward the headquarters.

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Third breakroom, underground base of the Hundred Rivers Union, one thirty in the afternoon.

In the brightly lit room, the entire fifth team gathered, joined by Goldthread and Zhong He from the sixth team.

The thirteen of them sat around a circular meeting table covered in snacks and drinks. They were all getting worked up in a heated debate.

Well, they were playing a game of Werewolf with twelve people. Liao Liao was the moderator.

“I told you I wasn’t a wolf. Why did you vote for me?!” First Firelord raged.

“Well, I couldn’t help it. Zhong He was too good an actor!” Citrus smiled shamelessly. “When he made his earnest and handsome statement, I thought he must be the seer, but it turned out he was a wolf pretending to be the seer.”

Liao Liao had no choice but to take on the mantle. Knowing the list of suspects who could be Dust, she made a few rules under the guise of exerting her will as the new leader.

First, no one was to call a teammate by name, nickname, pet name, or any other address.

Second, no physical contact was allowed between teammates.

Third, they are to play Werewolf once every week.

On the surface, it was to build deeper understanding between teammates while staying as individuals, but in truth, the rules were meant for the three suspects, Citrus, Sister Ling, and Rain River.

Werewolf was a game that tested comprehensive intelligence, acting, mental will, and mutual understanding. Through the games, Liao Liao would get to know her team better. She was new and didn’t have that much time to learn about everyone; Werewolf provided a means for her to do that.

Creak. Just when Liao Liao was going to hand out the cards, someone opened the door and came in. Chen Ying, who had changed into clean clothes, led the way for War Tiger and Jiang Hao.

“Oh, you’re all here!” War Tiger said enthusiastically. When he glanced at Goldthread, his gaze resembled that of a tiger spotting prey in the forest. “It’s only been a few days, Leader Goldthread. You’ve become younger!”

That’s a shit attempt at flattery, Goldthread grumbled in his mind. You can’t even see my face, and I seem younger to you?

War Tiger realized his mistake and laughed to cover it up. “I mean you seem younger in spirit. You’re even playing a board game with the youngsters. I can’t do that now.”

Goldthread got to his feet politely. “What can I do for you, Mr. War Tiger?”

“Geez, don’t be a stranger. Just call me Brother Tiger.” War Tiger went up to him with a grin. “Goldy, I need some help from you and Jiang Hao. Come on, let’s talk outside.”

Goldthread didn’t immediately say yes. He glanced at Chen Ying, who explained, “It’s a private matter.”

“Alright. Let’s talk outside.”

Goldthread followed War Tiger out of the room.

“Liao Liao,” Chen Ying called out. “May I have a few minutes?”

“Of course.” Liao Liao lowered the cards. “I’ll be back.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Citrus was terrible at the game, but that didn’t stop her from being enthusiastic. “Let’s have a 9-player game. You’re the moderator, Zhong He. Stop using your masculine wiles on an innocent girl like me.”