He actually managed to sniff out Number 10 as the counter-hooking wolf. What a shame...

Wolf Den.

The Strategy Battle Team Room.

Huang Manyue stood before the massive screen.

Her figure was slender yet sharply contoured.

Curvaceous and voluptuous.

Her long legs were slender and powerful, with skin so smooth and delicate it was evident they received meticulous daily care.

"Sister Huang, I feel like we've got this game in the bag!"

A team member said from behind Huang Manyue, his expression brimming with excitement.

"Yeah, absolutely! Two people just died all at once. That Number 2 must definitely be the Witch. As for Number 8, I can't tell if he was a villager claiming Hunter or the real deal, but I feel like he was a genuine Hunter getting eliminated. With two deities dead just like that, even if the Guard successfully guarded someone for a peaceful night, Brother Wang and the others can just pull off a double-stab and chop down this Seer anyway. As long as we can figure out where the Guard is, Brother Wang can win by just pushing anyone out on a mislimination! By then our team will rake in a ton of points!" The crew-cut-haired guy nodded along next to him.

The Wolf pack still had a gun in their hands.

Even if Number 4 was a known wolf, no one would dare push him out; they could only eliminate external positions one by one.

Who would believe they could guess right every single round?

At that rate, they wouldn't even need a werewolf to self-destruct!

Just like right now, deceiving the good guys was all it took.

This was the safest way for the Wolf team to win.

However, the crew-cut guy's excited remarks didn't make Huang Manyue all that happy.

Her gaze fixed on the screen as she said indifferently, "Don't be so optimistic just yet. What if Number 8 was just a villager pretending to be the Hunter? What if the Wolf pack stabs the wrong person tonight and takes out the Hunter? There might still be a chance to claw back the tempo, and the Guard is still in play, so there's always a fighting chance."

"Before everything is set in stone, don't be so certain. How many times do I have to tell you all that before it sinks in?"

Huang Manyue glanced sideways at the team members behind her.

Those fellows instantly shrank like stray cats encountering a tiger, a primal suppression preventing them from lifting their heads.

This was the notorious Demoness Coach of their team.

A single glance was enough to strike them dumb with terror.

"Sister Huang is right..." The crew-cut guy offered a sheepish smile.

"Hmph!" Huang Manyue turned her head back and continued watching the screen.

"Take a page from little Wang's book. The way their wolf pack is operating right now is the safest strategy. Otherwise, pushing little Wang out or having a werewolf self-destruct would both be wastes of tempo."

"Just keep deceiving the innocents like this. As long as they make a single mistake, the wolves' tempo will guarantee victory."

"Or even if a minor wolf gets pushed out, it doesn't matter. Little Wang and the others can still fire off a poison. In fact, that's even better than mislynching a civilian."

"Because whether they poison the Guard or the Seer straight through, the Guard's shield becomes completely useless, which puts us ahead by another tempo advantage. It's a win-win."

Huang Manyue's few remarks gradually calmed the previously hyper-excited team members.

"Now, all of you, study hard. Tomorrow I want every single one of you to write a review of today's match—no less than ten thousand words."

"Huh?!!?"

Huang Manyue's final sentence made all the team members forget their fear as they abruptly lifted their heads in shock.

"No way, Sister Huang! Aren't we supposed to go celebrate tonight? Having to hand in ten thousand words tomorrow is completely impossible!"

"Yeah, Coach, ten thousand words is way too much! Cut us some slack, give us more time or lower the word count!"

"Sister Huang!"

Several team members looked at Huang Manyue with pitiful expressions.

Yet the latter remained entirely unmoved.

Her vivid red lips even parted and closed gently.

Uttering a few words that chilled everyone to the bone.

"Fifteen thousand."

As her voice fell, everyone instantly fell silent.

The crew-cut guy stammered, "Ten thousand is fine, Sister Huang, we guarantee we'll finish the assignment..."

Huang Manyue nodded and refocused her attention on the screen.

The young men behind her no longer dared to utter a peep, fixing their undivided attention on the game's progress.

By now, it was Shan Cang's turn to speak.

[Player Number 5, please begin your statement.]

"I am still going to side with Number 12. First of all, Number 6, what you just said is completely illogical. No matter what role Number 9 is, checking Number 7 as the police badge flow has no issues at all."

"Besides, under the PK statements just now, given how Number 6 and Number 7 spoke, how could Number 4 possibly think Number 7 could be holding a hook card, and why would he care about his vote?"

"Now that he's abstained, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Shan Cang from the Wild Wolves team had a layer of dark stubble along his jawline.

His gaze was calm as he spoke with fluent eloquence.

"So, siding with Number 12, who are the wolves then? Is it really impossible to scrape together a wolf lineup? Not at all."

"First of all, the logic Player Number 12 talked about is very sound. He said if you, Number 4, don't fight me to the death, you must be a wolf."

"Player Number 11 pointed out that there's a high probability two deities have gone down, and this game we need to root out the Evil Merchant. That's a card working for the good faction, so I can acknowledge Number 11."

"Number 1... almost no one has talked about you much. I feel Number 1 should also lean towards being good."

"In other words, the wolves come from this side."

Shan Cang gestured toward Number 6's position with his finger.

"You said that siding with Number 12 leaves the wolf lineup incomplete, but if you're a wolf yourself, then it's complete."

"As for Player Number 7's statement this round, it's actually passable—doesn't really look like a wolf anymore. As for the other positions, Numbers 9 and 10... I actually harbor some doubts about Player Number 10's statement as well."

Shan Cang's gaze landed on Chuxia.

The latter's eyes rippled as she met his gaze with an expression of innocent bewilderment.

"Although Player Number 10 cast her vote for Number 12, her statement was actually very brief. She didn't dare elaborate, and her main point was that Number 6 might not necessarily be the Evil Merchant, nor even necessarily a wolf, and that Number 3 was actually a possibility."

"So from my perspective, you, Number 10, are much more likely to be the Evil Merchant hooking onto the Seer."

"That way, regardless of whether Number 3, Number 6, or Number 7 is good or evil, it doesn't matter who gets pushed out. If a good person is pushed, the wolf team's tempo gains a further lead; if a wolf is pushed, the Evil Merchant can just swap the poison at night and poison the Seer straight through. Either way, the wolf team profits."

Player Number 5 Shan Cang withdrew his gaze from Number 10 and looked toward Number 12, Cheng Xiao.

"So if we're eliminating someone this round... my estimated wolf lineup consists of Numbers 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, and 10. Among them, Number 7's statement this round was pretty good and can be cleared for now. We haven't heard Number 3's statement yet, Number 4 should be the Wolf Hunter, one of Numbers 3 and 9 is good, and one of Numbers 6 and 10 is the Evil Merchant."

"You can consider eliminating a card from either Number 6 or Number 10."

Shan Cang said to Cheng Xiao, "That's my suggestion for you. As for the Seer, the good players in external positions don't need to look back anymore; just follow Number 12's lead when voting later."

As his voice trailed off, he remained silent for a brief moment, making sure he hadn't left anything out before calling out that he was passing his turn.

Shan Cang truly lived up to his reputation as an elite member of the Wild Wolves.

Wang Changsheng listened approvingly from the side.

This guy actually managed to sniff out Number 10 as a hooked wolf.

He really had some genuine skill.

It was just a pity, however.

That he had somehow managed to eliminate himself from suspicion.

While he himself was the actual Evil Merchant!

Wang Changsheng chuckled inwardly, thinking Number 10's statement just now had indeed been brilliant.

To think she even knew to leave herself an out by selling her own perspective.

If she hadn't covertly protected Number 6.

Then Number 5 wouldn't have been able to catch her here and pin her down as the Evil Merchant.