Old Baker winked and gestured toward the answer wall.

Baldy hurriedly looked over.

……

When the questions were updated earlier, Baldy had just returned from the confinement room. He had been slumped in the corner the whole time, acting crazy, completely unaware of any changes.

When he saw the line, "Only 12 people can be invited to the banquet, and one is destined to die," his face instantly turned pale.

Who knew if the seat he was in was the one meant for death?

Baldy struggled to get up, but a pair of large hands pressed heavily on his shoulders.

Hunter A leaned in close to his ear and said, "You've already chosen your seat, you can't change it anymore. Standing up won't help, just give it up."

That "just give it up" made Baldy instantly faint.

He sank into his chair and didn't move again.

……

Hunter A sounded a bit regretful: "Sigh... why did he faint? The meat has just been served, and there's still wine."

No one had even eaten yet, and one had already gone down.

Hunter A's creepy eyes swept over the others again.

"I still need someone to help me bring the wine glasses." He clumsily walked toward the group, muttering, "Who should I pick? I like children, let's pick a child..."

As he spoke, his eyes darted around and finally landed on William Baker.

William Baker instantly lost his breath.

Hunter A smiled and raised his hand.

"You then—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Brian Baker silently stepped in front of William Baker.

"—child"

Hunter A's outstretched finger pointed directly at him, without missing a beat.

The pale face instantly stiffened.

Brian Baker looked at him coolly. "Me? Sure."

Hunter A: "......"

Like hell.

He looked a little bit angry.

Brian Baker added, "Changed your mind?"

Hunter A withdrew his finger, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and said, "No, of course not. As the host, I have to keep my word."

He hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand. "Come on, kind guest."

He said "come on."

But it sounded more like "why don't you just go die."

Hunter A turned and walked toward the kitchen.

Brian Baker didn't even look up and was about to follow.

William Baker was startled, hurriedly grabbed him, and whispered, "Bro! What are you doing!"

Brian Baker glanced at him. "Carrying the wine."

"Didn't you hear what he said! If you accidentally drop a glass, you'll die!" William Baker said anxiously.

Brian Baker: "...Am I paralyzed or numb? How could I break a glass just by carrying it?"

William Baker: "......"

What he said wasn't wrong, but...

He still felt like his brother could do anything.

"Tell me first, why did you volunteer to carry the glasses?" William Baker pressed.

Brian Baker jerked his chin toward the answer wall, pulled his sleeve out of William Baker's grip, and said, "Did you see the requirements for answering?"

"Of course, I'm not blind."

Brian Baker said indifferently, "Then let me teach you something."

"What?"

"The more something is emphasized, the more suspicious it is."

With that, Brian Baker walked away.

William Baker stood there stunned for a while, then suddenly looked at his dad: "What does my brother mean??? Why am I so nervous?!"

Old Baker was even more nervous.

……

Brian Baker entered the kitchen.

Hunter A was fishing for keys at his waist.

There were seven keys on the brass ring. He picked out three, and in turn opened the door on the right side of the mahogany cabinet, slowly taking out thirteen wine glasses and lining them up on the counter.

Brian Baker casually picked one up and examined it.

At first glance, it was just an ordinary wine glass—nothing special.

Hunter A frowned and snapped, "Put it down! Did I say you could touch it? How can you, as a guest, have no manners at all?"

Brian Baker snorted and put the glass back on the counter.

He looked past the door and glanced at the clock in the living room, urging coldly, "At your speed, can you finish two meals in a day?"

Hunter A: "......"

He glared at Brian Baker, muttered a few curses under his breath, then forced a smile: "It's fine, it's fine. A generous host can always tolerate a guest's rudeness. I know you're just too hungry."

Brian Baker let out a cold laugh.

Hunter A: "......"

Maybe it was the first time he'd met such a tough guest. He didn't want to talk anymore and turned to prepare his fine wine.

While the hunter was fussing with the glasses, Brian Baker held onto the cabinet door and quickly scanned everything inside.

Besides the already arranged porcelain plates and the wine glasses being prepared, there were only some small silver sauce cups, a bundle of knives and forks, and a bundle of silver spoons left in the cabinet.

"Enough!" Hunter A suddenly said, "Peeking is impolite."

Brian Baker ignored him.

Hunter A continued, "Help me take out the knives, forks, and silver spoons, thanks."

Brian Baker glanced at his expression, then handed him the items from the cabinet.

……

Hunter A carefully hung the keys back at his waist, then took out a round tray and placed the wine glasses on it one by one.

Brian Baker said, "I've noticed something."

Hunter A's movements paused, his pale face wary. "What?"

Brian Baker: "You're especially careful with the wine glasses."