Diwu Zexuan spoke, and at some point, a silver needle appeared between his fingers, gleaming menacingly in the dim light.
"Calm down! Calm down! Everyone, just stay calm. We're all brothers here, no need to be so serious." Jiang Jinchen felt a chill down his spine, pressing himself against the wall of wine.
"Let me be clear, I'm taking this seriously, but this is a game. I can only do my best; I can't guarantee perfection."
Jiang Jinchen looked at the dense array of wine bottles in front of him, then glanced at the silver needle hovering in front of his eyes, feeling like a needle was piercing his back.
His lifelong "happiness" was all tied to these wine bottles!
Inside the room.
Qin Youxuan watched the now-serious Jiang Jinchen, her hands tangled together, "Rui Hui, is this challenge reliable? It's not as hard as Yaya's!"
This challenge looks quite difficult, but the men are all masters at breaking codes. High-intelligence games become the least challenging in front of them.
