You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 615

Wang Lina's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of uneasiness flashing across her eyes. She whispered, "Xiaoliang, stop talking... Whether it's Granny Rong or Xia Hui, Tang Yin can't tell who's more suspicious, right?"

Tang Yin raised his head, his eyes complicated, his tone calm but faintly tired: "...Well, that's why I didn't vote for them. And wasn't it those who voted for them before me who made me lose other options?"

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere instantly became more oppressive. Gao Mei's voice sounded from the side, with some hesitation: "...Not including us."

Qian Jin slammed the table, his tone filled with suppressed anger: "Then can you vote for me?"

Tong Xiaoliang laughed, his voice brisk and with a strange hint of ridicule in his tone: "Isn't it good? Your role as a good vote trash can is really putting your value to good use. Look, no one doubts you anymore~"

"...You make it sound like there's something different about you." Qian Jin's expression twisted for a moment, his tone low and gloomy.

Tong Xiaoliang tilted his head slightly, his smile innocent yet slightly malicious: "Well, reporter sister and uncle, and Uncle Tang, you are wolves, right?"

This sentence was like a bomb, instantly silencing the entire table. Clearly, more than one person was frightened. All eyes were focused on Tang Yin and Tong Xiaoliang, and the air seemed to freeze.

Tang Yin sighed, rubbed his temples, and whispered, "...It's troublesome. I admit that my performance today was a bit bad, but I didn't expect that even you don't believe me."

Tong Xiaoliang blinked and smiled even brighter: "Ah~ Sorry, to be honest, I don't care about believing or anything, but I'm just curious, what does it feel like to be a wolf?"

His voice suddenly became light and airy, as if he was reciting a playful nursery rhyme: "If you want to stay up late, stay up late. If you want to kill someone, kill someone. It's so cool. I'm so envious."

The atmosphere in the cafeteria plummeted to a freezing point. Xia Hui's face paled noticeably, her fingers clenched stiffly around the corner of the table. Qin Ming's gaze swept over Xia Hui, his brow furrowed, and he finally spoke, "...Xiaoliang, stop now. We can't be sure Xia Hui is a fake yet."

Qin Ming's voice carried a hint of warning, but his eyes quietly swept over Gao Zhijie's face. Clearly, he had sensed that the power dynamic at the banquet had completely tilted, with Gao Zhijie undoubtedly holding absolute control.

Gao Zhijie slowly raised his head and said in a low voice with an irresistible majesty: "Xiaoliang, come here."

Tong Xiaoliang's expression suddenly changed. He turned his head with a stiff smile and said casually, "Ah~ I don't want it."

Gao Zhijie's tone remained calm, but it revealed an irresistible sense of oppression: "Come here."

Xiaoliang's shoulders trembled slightly. He tried to ignore the other party, but Gao Zhijie's gaze pressed on him like a mountain. Finally, he gritted his teeth and dragged his steps to Gao Zhijie with an unwilling expression on his face.

Snapped!
A crisp sound exploded in the silent air. Gao Zhijie raised his hand and slapped Tong Xiaoliang hard across the face. The boy's frail frame fell towards the dining table like a kite with its string cut, the smile on his face completely vanishing.

Just as his face was about to hit the corner of the table, a pair of hands firmly held him. To everyone's surprise, the person holding him was Mrs. Chen Xiang. Her expression was cold, her eyes icy. She gently straightened Xiao Liang and whispered, "That's enough."

Master Wolf's voice was low and slow, yet it carried a certain kindness: "Are you okay?"

Tong Xiaoliang covered his slightly red cheeks, his nose aching, but he immediately forced a smile: "...It hurts...It hurts, Grandpa, are you okay? Are your bones injured?"

Master Wolf laughed. His laughter was a bit muddy and old, but it somehow eased the atmosphere a little: "Hehehehe."

Tang Yin stood aside, watching this scene, his heart slightly moved. It seemed that their relationship was indeed very good, that kind of tacit understanding between grandfather and grandson was hard to ignore.

Master Wolf patted Tong Xiaoliang on the shoulder, his tone adding a hint of blame but without anger: "It's not okay to hit people... Hehehe."

"It's too late to say that now, you old fool." Gao Zhijie's voice interrupted coldly, breaking the slightly relaxed atmosphere. His sharp eyes swept across Wolf Master and Tong Xiaoliang like a knife. "We can only discuss banquet matters during the banquet. Everyone knows that. Shut up, Xiaoliang."

Tong Xiaoliang lowered his head reluctantly, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "I understand... Reporter sister, Uncle Tang, I'm sorry."

Tang Yin narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the frail boy. His apology sounded forced, yet it didn't sound malicious. This kid... was so strange it was hard to describe. He was incredibly insightful, but there was always something missing, making it difficult to truly empathize with him.

"I don't mind. It can't be helped," Tang Yin replied nonchalantly, his tone neither blaming nor comforting. His gaze fell involuntarily on Xia Hui. Her fingers were tightly clenched around the edge of her clothes, her face pale, her whole body like a string stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

"...Xia Hui, actually I don't think it's necessary to hang you two." Hua Lu's voice was soft but clear, suddenly breaking the silence.

Gao Zhijie frowned, a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Hua Lu, you..."

Hua Lu ignored him and simply lowered her head and whispered, "Sorry, I forgot to ask you something very important. Regarding the banquet, can you make an exception this time?" She raised her head, looked directly at Xia Hui, and said firmly, "...Xia Hui, whose identity do you want to verify tonight?"

Xia Hui raised her head, a trace of struggle in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly: "...This is my own business, right?"

"You're wrong." Hualu's tone was calm but unquestionable. "Divine Protection is an ability bestowed upon the human camp by the Thousand Bright Gods. The Divine Protector must exert its power for the benefit of the human camp."

Xia Hui's face turned even paler. After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "...Is that so? Then, whose identity do we want to verify?"

Hua Lu turned her head slightly and looked at Qin Ming: "Qin Ming, what do you think?"

Qin Ming was slightly startled, then nodded, his tone revealing a hint of caution: "As for me... I think it is necessary to rule out Qian Jin's suspicion."

"...I couldn't ask for more." Qian Jin sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but he seemed to be pretending to be relaxed.

Tang Yin stood aside, his brows furrowed. He knew he was the only one who knew Xia Hui was a fake, but at this moment he had to remain silent, even though the pressure in his heart made it almost impossible to breathe. He glanced at Xia Hui and found that the back of her hand had turned white from excessive force.

"I understand." Xia Hui finally spoke, a trace of difficult calmness in her voice. "Then I will verify Qian Jin's identity today. I hope the Spider's Protector can protect me today."

Qin Ming's voice interrupted Xia Hui's contemplation. His tone was calm but firm, "No, that won't do."

Xia Hui raised her head suddenly, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly: "Why...!"

Qin Ming's gaze was sharp as a knife as he stared at her. "If we decide on the Spider's protection target now, the wolf will definitely attack someone else tonight." He spoke slowly, with a certain cold rationality. "The Spider's protector has already successfully protected someone. We should trust his judgment and let him decide the target."

Xia Hui was stunned. She moved her lips but no sound came out. After hesitating for a moment, she lowered her head: "... maybe."

Qin Ming's eyes turned and he looked directly at Hua Lu: "Hualu, is that all?"

Hua Lu lowered her head, a hint of apology in her tone: "...Well, I'm sorry I overstepped my bounds, Mr. Gao." Gao Zhijie snorted coldly, narrowing his eyes slightly. After scanning everyone for a moment, he turned and walked out the door: "Hmph... I'll continue my patrol."

Wang Lina couldn't help but say, "Grandpa Gao, it's too depressing to stay here all the time. Can we leave?"

Gao Zhijie paused for a moment and said without turning back, "At least it's better than death."

Tang Yin stood aside, watching all this in silence. He knew that in this situation, everyone's identities and positions were already too complicated to understand, and any unnecessary action would only lead to meaningless sacrifice. Even so, his heart was still heavy, like a huge stone pressing down on it.

Gao Zhijie seemed to have noticed something, and before leaving, he said coldly, "Pay more attention to Zhao Gang."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and disappeared into the thick fog.

Wang Lina sighed and said in a low voice: "...Indeed, Granny Rong is gone. Brother Gang must be feeling very sad."

Qin Yi sneered, with a hint of mockery in his tone: "Heh, isn't he very strong? Why is he so fragile?"

Qin Ming's face darkened, and his tone was filled with pressure: "Qin Yi, come here."

Qin Yi suddenly became alert, and the cynicism on his face subsided a little: "What are you doing, brother?"

Qin Ming ignored his tone and turned to Chen Xiang and said, "Mom, let's go upstairs and talk for a few words."

Chen Xiang hesitated for a moment, her tone calm but with a hint of something: "...Wait, I'll go too."

She turned her head, her eyes fell on Tang Yin, and she said softly, "Tang Yin, can I leave this to you?"

Tang Yin nodded: "Yeah."

The others quickly left, leaving only nine people in the cafeteria. The atmosphere around them, like a taut string, gradually relaxed, but the oppressive feeling didn't completely dissipate. Instead, it lingered like a thin cumulus cloud, enveloping everyone's heart.

Wang Lina leaned back in her chair and took a long breath: "...Oh, I'm so tired."

Hualu rolled up her sleeves and gently rubbed her shoulders: "I feel the same."

Gao Mei frowned, her voice filled with weariness and helplessness: "How long will this last..."

The oppressive atmosphere finally eased a little, and everyone began to unconsciously express their emotions. But at this moment, Tong Xiaoliang suddenly spoke.

"Well, Uncle Tang," he tilted his head and smiled innocently, "Are you a wolf?"

Tang Yin was startled, his eyes meeting Tong Xiaoliang's. The boy's gaze was pure, yet held a hint of something elusive. Tang Yin calmly shook his head, "No."

Tong Xiaoliang's smile deepened, and he said lightly, with a hint of teasing, "Is that the Protector?"

Tang Yin sighed softly, a hint of a smile on his face: "Well... Speaking of which, isn't it forbidden to discuss the banquet now?"

Tong Xiaoliang tilted his head, revealing an indifferent expression, but his eyes glittered with cunning. "Only the elders would think so. Honestly, the current situation is so complicated that it wouldn't be too much to discuss it all day."

"...Xiaoliang, do you have any idea?" Gao Mei suddenly interrupted, with a hint of hesitation in her tone.

"Hmm?" Tong Xiaoliang looked back at her, as if he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

Tang Yin raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with interest, "Is he good at reasoning?"

Gao Mei held her forehead, seeming to feel somewhat helpless about this conversation: "...What should I do, Xiaoliang? I'm being hit on."

"You should get used to it. He won't bite." Tong Xiaoliang shrugged, his tone so relaxed that it seemed like he was joking.

Tang Yin smiled and spread out his hands: "Come on."

Gao Mei glanced at him and said doubtfully, "...It's actually nothing serious. It's just that Xiaoliang's intuition is always right."

"Well~ what a pity, the crazy computer in my head seems to break down when it encounters thick fog." Tong Xiaoliang spread his hands, his tone was full of self-mockery, but his eyes were still sharp, as if he was observing every detail of everyone.

Gao Mei sighed, a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone: "Come to think of it, didn't you say yesterday that you would release the information today? But you didn't make any contribution today. You really are suspicious."

Tang Yin smiled faintly, his tone pretending to be relaxed: "Okay, you are free to doubt me, but could you be a little gentler in your attitude? Don't be so cold."

Gao Mei looked at him coldly, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "...That's because you have the face of a hit-up guy."

Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. He thought to himself, was this the first "gentle" thing someone had said to him? Come to think of it, last time, this kid suspected him of being Wang Lina's lover. It seemed like if he wanted to coexist peacefully, he'd have to give her a lot of negative reviews first.

He shook his head, his tone slightly helpless: "Misunderstandings will be resolved sooner or later. Actually, I have a lot to say."

Gao Mei's eyes turned cold, and she refuted mercilessly: "You are lying. You have been asking your brother to speak for you, although in the end, grandpa denied it..."

Hua Lu hesitated for a moment and said softly, "...How should I put it? Under the circumstances at that time, I felt that Qin Ming was only protecting Mr. Tang Yin."

Tang Yin's heart tightened, and his eyes quietly swept towards Hua Lu, thinking to himself: Wait, Hua Lu, stop talking.

But Tong Xiaoliang seemed to have grasped something, and a hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes: "Well, it is true. It seems that Qin Ming trusts Uncle Tang very much. Why is that?"

Wang Lina chuckled, her tone calm but with a hint of analysis: "It must be because Qin Ming and Tang Yin are both the type who think logically. They're rare here, so they're bound to resonate with each other, right?"

Tang Yin was slightly startled, then his smile faded, remaining silent. His gaze swept over everyone at the table, and a hint of alarm rose in his heart.

(End of this chapter)