Ming Ke: When the villain accidentally mixes into the protagonist group

Bourbon's footsteps were unhurried, his leather shoes leaving shallow indentations on the carpet. He stopped in front of the three of them, his gaze from beneath his mask lingering on Mingyue's face for a moment before turning to Scotland. His voice was low and controlled, "What happened?"

Scotland briefly explained the current situation. Bourbon looked at Rye solemnly, "Are you sure?"

Ley guessed that Bourbon would be skeptical of what he said, so he told him a location. Then he saw Bourbon pursed his lips, and his suspicion was confirmed once again. He whispered, "You should have more than one chair."

Bourbon met Rye's dark green eyes, "The other one just took place."

"That's bad." Mingyue shrugged, looking regretful. "Looks like you'll be a passerby next round."

Lei glanced at Mingyue, then looked at Bourbon and said in a low voice, "You can sit on the one I just hid."

Bourbon nodded, glanced at Hiro, and whispered, "I'm just worried that they might find the chair I just sat on and destroy it."

Scotland frowned, he knew that Zero's two chairs were not far from each other.

Lei still had a stern face and stretched out his left hand in front of Bourbon. "Give me the bracelet. I'll go check it out for you next round and return it to you after the round."

"Who asked you to take my place?" Bourbon glared at Lei, feeling that he was being looked down upon. He was about to retort when he heard Hiro's voice.

"Please continue to do it for me." Scotland handed the bracelet to Lei again.

Bourbon frowned as he watched Lei take Scotland's bracelet and put it on his wrist. He wanted to say something in rebuttal, but didn't know where to start. He glanced at Mingyue, who looked like she was watching a show, and suppressed his surging thoughts in his heart.

Suddenly, Ley stepped forward, leaned close to Bourbon's ear, and lowered his voice to tell him a location. He then added, "I'll hide the chair here, but you have to be careful with your hands and don't hurt them again."

"Thank you so much for your concern." Bourbon bit his back teeth secretly, and deduced in his mind what might happen next.

Rye glanced at Bourbon and then looked around. Most of the participants had already arrived in Room 4, but there were still a few who had not come, including the evil puppeteer wearing an owl mask and the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer.

My eyes swept through the porthole of the cruise ship. Dark clouds were rolling in the sky outside the window. It was clearly afternoon, but the sky was as dark as if night had fallen. In a trance, the concept of time had become blurred.

In a corridor far away from Room 4, brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer was smashing everything at hand in a rage. The pleasure of destruction made him happy, and his wild laughter echoed between the walls.

Bang!

Hahahaha!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!

The sounds of shattering came one after another, and the admirers who had originally gathered around Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer now huddled together in fear. They watched as the metal chairs were torn into pieces and then squeezed into a ball by Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer like waste paper.

They saw the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer punch a hole through the wall and pull out a chair hidden by someone from a hidden corner. They couldn't remember which chair was destroyed, and they couldn't confirm whether the chairs had numbers.

However, just as Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer was about to destroy a chair, a harsh voice came from the crowd: "Sir, please don't smash this chair."

"Hmm?" Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer stopped what he was doing and looked at the admirers following him with bloodthirsty eyes...

(This chapter and the previous chapter will be revised...)