Fu Songcheng lifted his eyes slightly, looking at Yu Huaiting’s flamboyant manner, a faint sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
Fu Songcheng shot Yu Huaiting a subtle look, signaling him to stay steady and not do anything reckless.
Even if he picked two good players plus himself—the Assassin—to carry out the mission, all he had to do was cast a fail vote.
However, Yu Huaiting keenly caught Fu Songcheng’s look—but instead of cooperating, he raised an eyebrow provocatively.
Why are you looking at me now?
Weren’t you looking at that big blockhead just fine a moment ago?
Yu Huaiting snorted inwardly.
“Picking people, right? Simple.”
Yu Huaiting snapped his fingers, his fingertip casually tapping in the air. “First, obviously, me.”
Everyone responded with silence.
“The second person…”
Yu Huaiting’s gaze circled between Fu Songcheng and Brother Dao, finally settling on Brother Dao.
He grinned, showing two sharp little canine teeth. “I’ll pick you, Brother Dao.”
Brother Dao was taken aback, clearly not expecting Yu Huaiting to choose him. “Choose me? What are you up to, kid?”
“Can’t I just find you easy on the eyes?”
Yu Huaiting shrugged, his tone utterly punchable.
Fu Songcheng’s brows furrowed imperceptibly.
But Fu Songcheng quickly adjusted his emotions.
Yu Huaiting was the Assassin. Bringing Brother Dao onto the train, he would inevitably cast a fail vote.
As long as the mission failed, the Evil faction’s goal would be achieved. It was just that Yu Huaiting’s utterly illogical selection method made it easy for the Good faction to focus fire on him and keep voiding the selection.
“The third person.”
Yu Huaiting didn’t care at all about others’ opinions. He turned to the short-haired girl. “You. That whole analysis you did earlier—sounded pretty convincing.”
Selection complete: Yu Huaiting, Brother Dao, the short-haired girl.
Yu Huaiting had avoided Fu Songcheng.
Fu Songcheng looked at the lineup on the light screen, his fingers tapping lightly twice on his knee. Hope Yu Huaiting doesn’t vote Mission Success again. Play the game a little seriously, would you.
[All players, please vote on this round’s lineup.]
Fu Songcheng pressed “Reject” again—because the short-haired girl was on the train, and he couldn’t let her board.
The short-haired girl also pressed “Reject.”
However, the others thought differently.
The middle-aged man was eager to push the mission forward, and he felt this lineup looked much safer without Fu Songcheng in it, so he voted “Approve.”
The bleached-hair youth thought this was a good chance to verify the short-haired girl and Brother Dao, so he also voted “Approve.”
Brother Dao disliked Yu Huaiting, but he felt he was clean—boarding would guarantee one “Success” vote, and at the same time let him further verify whether the short-haired girl was evil. So he voted “Approve” too.
As for Yu Huaiting himself, of course he voted “Approve.”
[Voting result: 4 Approve, 2 Reject.]
[Lineup approved. Selected members, please enter the mission carriage.]
Yu Huaiting whistled.
Fu Songcheng watched him expressionlessly, his deep eyes like a pool of freezing ice.
With a micro-expression only the two of them could understand, he warned Yu Huaiting: Don’t screw this up.
Yu Huaiting paid no mind. He swaggered toward the mission carriage, and as he passed Brother Dao, deliberately bumped his shoulder. “Let’s go, big guy. Let me see what identity you’ve got.”
“You little—!”
Brother Dao glared at him and followed, full of vigilance.
The short-haired girl gave Fu Songcheng, still standing in place, a long, deep look, then walked toward the carriage without a word.
The carriage door slowly closed, once again sealing off the outside world’s prying eyes.
The three entered their narrow solo mission compartments one by one.
The light in the compartment was somewhat dim, only the screen before them radiating a faint blue glow, displaying two buttons: [Mission Success] and [Mission Failure].
Yu Huaiting leaned lazily in the cramped seat, legs crossed, even comfortably humming an unknown little tune.
His long, powerful fingers hovered steadily over the red [Mission Failure] button.
Tap.
A soft sound.
Yu Huaiting pressed the button.
That done, he stood up and left the compartment to go admire the expressions of the people outside.
Especially Fu Songcheng—this time Yu Huaiting had seriously sabotaged the mission. Fu Songcheng couldn’t glare at him again, right~
……
[Calculating the fourth round’s mission result…]
The system’s voice seemed especially cold and drawn-out at this moment.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed dead on the light screen, even their breathing unconsciously held lighter.
The middle-aged man nervously crossed himself; the bleached-hair youth bit hard on his lower lip.
[Mission result: Failure.]
[Tally: 1 Mission Failure, 2 Mission Success.]
The glaring red light instantly lit up the entire platform.
Bang!
Brother Dao slammed his fist into the metal pillar beside him, the massive force making the whole pillar groan and buzz.
He whipped around, glaring dead at the short-haired girl.
He knew clearly that he was good—he’d voted Success. That meant among the remaining two, one had to be evil!
Yu Huaiting leaned against the carriage door, arms crossed over his chest. “Is that even a question?”
He deliberately drew out the last syllable, his gaze drifting lightly onto the short-haired girl. “Why don’t you ask this ‘analysis master’ here?”
The short-haired girl accused sharply, “Thief crying ‘stop thief’! You’ve been causing chaos from the very start—you don’t care at all whether the mission succeeds!”
“Aiya aiya, why so worked up you’re biting people now?”
Yu Huaiting put on a frightened look and patted his chest, but the mockery in his eyes only deepened.
Brother Dao’s chest heaved violently.
His brain was racing frantically, recalling every detail of the past few rounds.
He’d been on the train in the first and second rounds, together with Fu Songcheng, and both missions had succeeded.
In his mind, Fu Songcheng was already as solid as iron: “Merlin.” And this short-haired girl—from earlier on, she’d been setting the rhythm, desperately flinging mud at Fu Songcheng and him, trying to divide them.
As for Yu Huaiting—arrogant and neurotic, sure, but if he were evil, why hadn’t he cast a fail vote when he boarded in the second round?
Besides, Fu Songcheng, as “Merlin,” had never said Yu Huaiting was evil.
Thinking this through, Brother Dao’s eyes turned completely cold.
He lunged close to the short-haired girl, pointing at her nose. “It’s you! It’s definitely you! You’re Morgana!”
The short-haired girl trembled all over with rage, her nails digging deep into her palms. “You idiot!”
As the platform descended into a chaotic shouting match and the Good faction’s chain of trust utterly collapsed, Fu Songcheng—who had been silent all along—slightly lowered his eyelids.
That’s enough.
He didn’t need Yu Huaiting to give a perfect performance—only to muddy the waters and get Brother Dao, this brainwashed “Percival,” to lock firmly onto a wrong focus target. His goal was achieved.
[Fifth round mission preparation.]
[Rotating captain transferred.]
[Fifth round captain: Fu Songcheng.]
[Players required to board this round: 4.]
The instant the system’s announcement fell, Fu Songcheng—who had been leaning against the chair back—suddenly sat up straight.
The lazy, easygoing air about him vanished in an instant, replaced by an oppressive, absolute control.
Without giving anyone time to keep arguing.
Fu Songcheng strode forward on his long legs and walked to the center of the platform.
His gaze passed over the still-fuming short-haired girl and the spectating Yu Huaiting, and locked precisely onto Brother Dao.
“Brother Dao.”
Fu Songcheng’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it sounded exceptionally clear amid the noisy platform.
Brother Dao was taken aback and turned his head toward the Merlin he’d decided on. “What is it?”
Fu Songcheng looked at him quietly and asked only four words: “Do you trust me?”
Brother Dao nodded heavily without hesitation, his voice decisive as a blade: “Trust! Of course I trust you!”
Fu Songcheng gave a slight nod, not a ripple in his expression.
He suddenly turned around, his fingers flying across the system light screen before him at a dizzying speed.
He gave no one time to react.
Beep—
[Lineup submitted.]
[Players boarding this round: Fu Songcheng, Brother Dao, Yu Huaiting, the bleached-hair youth.]
[All players, please vote on this round’s lineup. 10-second countdown begins.]
The short-haired girl looked at the lineup on the light screen and went pale with alarm. She rushed forward. “Void it—this train must be voided!”
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