Hunter A: "......"

He was silent for a moment, then argued, "You saw wrong. Dining is a sacred affair, and I treat every piece of tableware with reverence."

Brian Baker responded with a simple "Mm."

Hunter A still watched him warily.

Brian Baker: "I was just making things up earlier."

Hunter A: "......"

……

In the living room, William Baker was anxiously worrying about his brother, afraid that Brian Baker, who feared nothing, would end up destroying all the kitchenware.

Then suddenly, Hunter A shouted angrily, "Get out!"

Brian Baker came out expressionless, empty-handed.

"What happened?"

Everyone was stunned.

"The cup?" William Baker gestured, "Weren't you supposed to bring the cup? How did you get kicked out?"

Brian Baker didn't return to the group, but stood near the dining table with his hands in his pockets: "He changed his mind, decided to bring it himself."

Everyone was shocked and uneasy, feeling that angering Hunter A was definitely not a good thing.

After all, he was the question itself!

Who knew what he might do? What if he could kill someone just by speaking?

While everyone was exchanging nervous glances, Hunter A came out himself, carrying a large tray.

On it were goblets and cutlery, all neatly arranged.

Hunter A pushed Brian Baker aside a bit and began setting the table piece by piece.

For some reason, Brian Baker just stood there watching, as if setting the table was a spectacle worth observing.

……

William Baker was about to die from anxiety. He exaggeratedly mouthed to Brian Baker, "Bro! Bro, come over here first! What are you doing standing there!"

But Brian Baker acted as if he didn't see, eyes lowered, lazily watching Hunter A.

"Get out of the way!" Hunter A snapped at Brian Baker without any courtesy.

After yelling, he turned to the others with a smile: "Why are you all just standing there? Come, have a seat, we're about to eat."

As he spoke, he seemed a bit hungry, so he stopped, reached into the glass bowl, and grabbed a piece of raw meat.

Everyone watched in shock as he opened his mouth like a black hole and swallowed the whole piece of meat, bones and all, chewing noisily just as he had described earlier.

The two old ladies collapsed onto the floor.

The sense of panic in the room grew even heavier.

……

After finishing, Hunter A licked his lips and said softly, "Ah, pardon me."

He pointed at Brian Baker and complained, "It's this reckless guest's fault for making me a little angry. I have this problem—when I get angry, I get hungry."

He rolled his eyes around, counted the pieces of meat in the bowl, and said, "What to do, I accidentally ate a portion, now there are only 11 left."

Everyone froze, staring at him.

Hunter A picked up the last goblet, smiling: "Then I guess one of you... will have to die again?"

All the color drained from everyone's faces.

In the dead silence, a cold voice suddenly rang out: "Isn't that against the rules?"

The speaker was none other than Brian Baker.

Hunter A was stunned, wanting to turn his head to look at him, but his body twisted into an awkward position.

"You again!"

Hunter A frowned, about to get angry.

Suddenly, Brian Baker lifted his long leg and kicked him.

In an instant, the world spun.

Then with a "smack," his pale face hit the floor, along with the goblet in his hand.

"......"

Hunter A stared blankly at the shattered pieces of the cup for two seconds, then his eyes widened in terror.

……

No one in the room dared to move.

Everyone stayed frozen in place, dumbfounded.

Then, the nerve-wracking midnight rooster crow sounded again!

On the answer wall, which had been silent for over four hours, a new sentence appeared.

Violation warning: Exam requirements breached, proctors have been notified.

Proctors: 001, 154, 922.

Everyone: "......"

William Baker stared at the answer wall, dumbfounded for a long time, and suddenly felt a little sorry for the proctors.

……

Deep in the woods, in a small Western-style building, 922 rushed into the office clutching a notice.

"Boss..."

James Carter frowned, his first reaction was to check the clock.

"Don't bother, we just sent him back an hour ago." 154 looked expressionless.

James Carter let out a short laugh, emotion unclear: "What is it this time? Rushing to answer the question?"

154 shook his head: "No, it's a bit more serious than that. He killed the question."

James Carter: "Killed what?"

154 said expressionlessly, "You heard right. The question itself is dead."

James Carter: "......"

922, who had followed in, looked completely baffled: "The question can fucking die? How did that happen?"

Chapter 8: Return Gift┃This is the return gift from that filthy bucket, do you like it?

The rooster hanging on the door twisted its neck again, staring out the window and crowing.

The three proctors arrived through the snow, and as soon as they entered, a chill swept in.

Familiar scene, familiar people.

The faces of the old, weak, sick, and disabled in the room were all blank.

154's face was even more expressionless: "We've received another violation notice."