“The vote is closed. Please return to your original seats.” A stiff mechanical voice announced.
Fang Daichuan was wracked with nerves. He bowed his head and cut a piece of cold clam meat with his dinner knife, stirring it around the plate without taking a single bite.
“I voted for you.” The little boy bared his teeth at Ding Zihui with a grin. “You’re a goner.” Ding Zihui stared at the boy, pale-faced, his chest heaving violently.
“The vote is closed. A total of 12 votes have been cast, all valid. First, we announce the safe players with zero votes.” The machine paused for a beat, then continued, “Yang Song, Liu Xiquan, Fang Daichuan, Du Wei, Chen Hui, Chen Xin. Congratulations, you are temporarily safe.”
Fang Daichuan let out a huge sigh of relief at the sound of his name—only for his
