This Werewolf Is Not So Cold
After suffering a hundred consecutive defeats, Chen Fan, known as the King of Losing Streaks, received a mysterious gift from the club owner—a complete set of Werewolf cards. As soon as the clock struck midnight, the cards would randomly assign him a role, granting him its unique abilities. As the Seer, he could foresee the future—his predictions outstripped any weather forecast. As the Witch, a cup of fragrant tea became a magical potion—both pain and release. As the Hunter, his keen insight paired with a dazzling revolver. As the Werewolf, he moved like the wind through the night, striking with the ferocity of fire—he was a solitary night wolf, not some common owl. During the Wolf King Tournament, verbal battles unfolded among JY, Prisoner, Young Master, Shentu, and others. Who would ultimately claim the title of National Server’s Number One Wolf King? “Stop right there! Let go of that girl—or I’ll show you what a wolf’s claws feel like! Hey… how is it midnight already? Damn, today I drew the Idiot card. My brain feels like mush. Luck, don’t fail me now! Brother, wait, wait, let’s talk this out! We should be reasonable—this is a society governed by law. Don’t hit my head—easy, easy!”
This Werewolf Is Not So Cold
“The good guys have the advantage now. Later, number 6 in the last seat should cast their vote carefully. Even if a villager gets pushed out, it doesn’t matter—we still have rounds left. My card is a simple villager,” Zhou Ji straightened himself, waiting for the sheriff to assign the vote.
All eyes in the room shifted to seat number 6. Chen Fan, draped in a rain cape, wore a gleaming golden sheriff’s badge on his chest, a token handed down by number 11, the Hunter, before leaving the game.
Chen Fan cleared his throat and gathered his thoughts. “Right now, my identity is the most credible in this game. Both the real and fake seers have agreed I’m a good guy, and the Hunter entrusted me with the badge. I understand that none of you have any clues right now. In games like this, where we have to push through without clear information, logic matters most. On this point, I differ from you, Zhou Ji in seat 5.”
Sweeping his gaze around, Chen Fan found no one betraying any emotion. He lifted his cloak with one hand and placed two empty conical bottles on the table.
“Though number 7 was my confirmed good card and died at night, I still suspect he might have been a self-harming werewolf. Zhou Ji, from my perspective, you’re the last wolf left. Your statements show me you’ve been probing for special roles, and you didn’t take sides on the first day when the two seers faced off. So this round, my vote goes to you, number 5.”
“That's all. The sheriff’s vote goes to number 5.” Chen Fan confidently extended five fingers, as if beckoning to Lady Luck h
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