The pale-faced man described that kind of voice, indulging in it for a moment, then said, "You will like it."

William Baker shrank into the crowd, relying on the fact that his brother was still awake, and cursed in a whisper, "Damn... this pervert."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard his brother's stomach growl.

William Baker: "..."

Hunter A suddenly laughed and said, "Aha! I heard that! I'm glad someone is looking forward to a good meal as much as I am. Come on, there's quite a lot, I need a kind guest to help me out."

Those eyes, with pupils too large, slowly rolled around.

Almost everyone shrank back, except for Brian Baker, who didn't move.

Not only did he not shrink back, he even seemed to want to stand up.

William Baker pressed him down in terror.

"No, no, no, I know you're all shy, no need to volunteer." Hunter A said, "I'll choose myself. Food is hard to come by, I want to pick someone careful and steady. Otherwise, if the plates get broken, what a pity that would be."

He moved his broad body toward the living room, walking a bit awkwardly due to his disproportionate build.

...

No one dared to breathe, their eyes darting quickly toward a certain spot.

In the corner by the wall, the crazy bald man had shrunk into the shadows. He seemed completely unaware that there was a new person in the room, still muttering to himself, rocking his body back and forth in small motions.

The only thing to be thankful for was that Hunter A's attention was all on the main group, and he didn't seem to notice the person left alone.

Just as Hunter A walked up to the bald man, someone in the crowd gasped in panic.

"Hmm?"

Hunter A suddenly stopped and tilted his head.

"Holy shit."

William Baker whispered.

Hunter A's head was tilted in a terrifying way, his neck twisted at an angle no normal person could achieve. Like an owl, his face was horizontal on his shoulder.

With his head tilted like that, he saw the bald man curled up at his feet.

"Ah... there's another guest here, how could I have missed you? Let me take a look," Hunter A said.

His legs were too thick, so squatting down was very difficult.

The bald man's eyes were cloudy, completely unaware that a big pale face had appeared in front of him.

Hunter A, dissatisfied at being ignored, pinched the bald man's chin and patted his face: "Wake up? Dear guest?"

He tried waking him up twice, but it didn't work.

Hunter A gave him a slap with a "smack."

Everyone: "..."

The bald man jolted, his eyes finally focusing.

He stared wide-eyed and yellow, silently meeting Hunter A's gaze.

Two seconds later, Hunter A's shoe was wet with urine.

A: "..."

The pale-faced man twitched, then grinned again: "I think this guest fits my requirements very well. Come, help me carry the bowls, will you?"

The bald man collapsed on the ground, unable to move at all.

"Get up!" Hunter A stood up and yanked the bald man to his feet.

The bald man trembled violently.

"Stand straight!"

Frightened, the bald man stood there, shaking uncontrollably.

Hunter A laughed again: "See, now that's a good guest. Come with me."

The bald man looked back at the crowd, but before he could get a response, Hunter A said again, "I want the other guests to stay where they are. If anyone moves, I'll be unhappy, and then this guest will be in real danger."

Those who had wanted to signal him all shrank back in silence. The bald man, terrified, didn't dare look back again, and followed Hunter A, trembling.

...

Hunter A prepared the food roughly, with bits of meat splattered all over the kitchen.

Thirteen empty porcelain plates were arranged on the counter, and the chopped meat was piled high in a glass bowl.

The meat was frozen hard, making it impossible to tell where it came from for the moment. The rest was thrown back into a burlap sack, the mouth tightly tied.

The bald man shook like a leaf, his yellow eyes glancing at the cleaver on the table.

"What are you looking at, dear guest?" Hunter A suddenly asked softly.

The bald man's legs went weak, and he quickly looked away.

"Ah, that's better." Hunter A placed two plates in his hands and said, "The plates might be a bit heavy, and your legs are shaking so badly, so you must be careful and steady, walk carefully. If you accidentally drop them, then... our food might just be enough."

The bald man was scared out of his wits.

As they left the kitchen, Hunter A emphasized to everyone again, "Did you remember? When helping me, you must be careful. In this house, whoever accidentally breaks the tableware will be punished. Hmm... you wouldn't want to go hungry and become someone else's food, would you?"

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the answer wall.

There, right after the answer requirements, was a line—do not damage the tableware.

Originally, they thought the death toll for this round was one, but they never expected there was a trap behind it.

...

The bald man and Hunter A brought out thirteen plates, placing them in a circle along the long table, then put the glass bowl full of meat in the center of the table.

When he set down the last plate, the bald man let out a long sigh of relief, slid down the edge of the table, and collapsed trembling onto a chair.

"Don't!"

Someone cried out in alarm.

The bald man froze for a moment and looked toward the crowd.