A beam of light swept across.
In front of the circular table, a sudden brightness appeared, and a candle lit up in front of each person.
As the candles lit up out of nowhere, they cast shadows over each person's expression.
Zhao Yi glanced around; at this moment, everyone's facial expressions underwent subtle changes.
Some sat upright, some wore fearless expressions, while others looked as bewildered as he did.
Of course, these were just appearances; no one knew what the others' identity cards were.
Originally not part of the same alliance, everyone now looked at each other full of suspicion.
Those beasts wanted to say something, but due to the rules of the game, even before they could speak, they'd probably be dead.
Now.
Twelve people sat together, and for the victory of the game, everyone was drawn into a process of constant suspicion and mutual slaughter.
