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

The host, Birthday Star, opened the ballot box in the center of the room and tore through each envelope. As he opened a certain envelope, his pupils narrowed slightly beneath his gray mask, and then a faint smile curved his lips. However, no one could read his expression; to everyone else, he remained the same host, counting the votes impartially and impartially.

Rye glanced at the bracelet on Bourbon's left wrist, then glanced at Mingyue beside Scotland, and said in a low voice, "I've hidden the chair. This round..."

"I'll try to find another chair this round," Bourbon interrupted Rye, a gleam in his purple-gray eyes. "I know she has it."

Mingyue looked at the crowd at the other end of the room and pouted, "The she you're talking about is a cobra?"

Bourbon didn't answer, but everyone around him guessed that Mingyue was right.

"I don't think she'll be willing to cooperate with you." Mingyue turned to look at Bourbon. "Besides, the person in charge of this round hasn't been decided yet. Maybe the chair she hid will be deleted."

The man in the red fox mask patted the Siamese cat on the shoulder and said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just find a way to get more chips and make sure you don't get eliminated."

Bourbon clenched his bandaged hands into fists and let out a long breath, knowing he had to come up with a foolproof plan. Otherwise, not only would they fail to eliminate Mingyue, they might even be eliminated. But how could they do that? Bourbon glanced at Mingyue, only to see her expression composed, seemingly unconcerned with the impending danger, as if she were certain of victory, the surrounding storms having no bearing on her.

Scotland glanced at Zero worriedly, then quickly looked away. Knowing that Zero was the only participant who hadn't become a bystander, he knew he was under a lot of pressure. He looked out the porthole. The dark sea was churning with gray waves, and the leaden clouds were so low that they seemed to merge with the water.

"Ahem..." The birthday host suddenly cleared his throat, and the discussion immediately dissipated, and there was silence all around.

The man in the red fox mask took a deep breath and looked at the host, waiting for the moment when the person in charge would be announced.

However, unlike the previous rounds, the host, Birthday Star, didn't seem to be in a hurry to announce the results. He first looked around and said, "Oh, I didn't expect that the game has reached this stage and there are still participants who haven't voted."

Hearing this, the already anxious orange pig woman's eyes suddenly widened. She looked in the direction of the host and moved her lips a few times, as if she was about to say something. However, the next second, a strong hand rested on her forearm.

The orange-pig woman turned to look at the frog leader beside her. Beneath the hood of her large black robe, the frog mask turned toward the fat, bearded man. The orange-pig woman took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and suppressed her urge to ask.

"There are only two participants running for the boss in this round." The host, Birthday Star, spoke in a relaxed tone, but those who heard it were not at peace.

The three bottles of whiskey were speculating in their minds about the possible voting patterns. If no one voted for Brown Bear except them, then another person would get 9 votes and would become the undisputed decision-maker in this round, and they would face the wrath of Brown Bear.

The host, the birthday boy, glanced at each participant in turn. "First, Mr. Frog received 6 votes."

The man in the red fox mask breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the host had been announcing the votes from low to high, so even if the gray rabbit lost one vote, the brown bear would still become the decision-maker in this round with an advantage of 8 votes.

Bourbon slowly loosened his clenched fists, and a smile gradually appeared on Scotland's face.

Lei still had a cold face. He glanced at the brown bear first, then looked at Mingyue with eyes full of confusion.

However, the birthday host's next words caused Bourbon's fist, which hadn't yet been fully released, to clench again, causing Scotland's smile to freeze, and the man in the red fox mask's heart to rise to his throat again...

(This chapter and the previous chapter will be revised_(:3」∠)_)