Everyone gathered at the home of Xia Liu Yi and He Chu San to celebrate the New Year.
“Qin Hao being here is one thing, but why is he here?”
Big Boss Xia—no, correction, now he was Househusband Xia—pointed at Xie Jia Hua.
“He’s A’Ming’s family member,” said He Chu San.
“San San, I’ve missed you so much,” Lu Guang Ming said with a beaming smile.
“I’ve missed you too, Ming Ming.” The besties hugged, kissed, and lifted each other up.
“Hey, you surnamed Xie—your wife is getting all lovey-dovey with my wife, and you’re not going to do anything about it?!” Xia Liu Yi snapped.
“I heard you’re the wife,” Xie Jia Hua replied coolly.
“…Forget it. Let’s go downstairs and fight.”
A 53-year-old househusband and a 58-year-old retired policeman got into a fight downstairs.
Several children eating lollipops gathered to watch. Their mothers covered their eyes while dragging them away.
“Acting without dignity at your age!”
After half an hour of fighting, one had crashed into a wall and twisted his waist, while the other had fallen and injured his butt. They supported each other as they limped back upstairs.
“Boss, are you okay? You can’t even beat a retired old man?” Cui Dong Dong teased.
“Boss, why didn’t you tell me you were fighting? I would’ve helped you beat him!” Xiao Ma said, eyeing Old Xie—who had twisted his waist—with eagerness.
“Who are you trying to beat?” Qin Hao stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves.
“Who are you trying to beat?” Susin also stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves—then paused.
“Hey! Isn’t this Little Azure Dragon? You look even more like one now that you’re older, hehe—come on, let your sister—no, your brother—have a feel!”
They immediately devolved into chaos.
“You men fighting are more boring than stray dogs,” Xiao Luo said. “Weren’t we supposed to play games tonight? Are we playing or not?”
“Play, play, play! I want to team up with my darling San San,” Lu Guang Ming said.
“It’s not up to you. Draw cards. Come on, everyone sit down.”
Ten people sat in a circle to play Werewolf.
A brief explanation of the game: Werewolves are the bad guys, villagers are the good guys. Each night, the werewolves vote to kill one person. The Seer can identify werewolves, and the Witch can either save someone or poison someone. The rest is too complicated—Househusband Xia declared he didn’t understand, so they would just play casually.
The most rule-savvy Xiao Luo acted as the judge.
On the very first night, Xie Jia Hua was killed.
The retired old man faced a bleak late life, silently getting up to sit on the sofa next door and rub his waist.
“It definitely wasn’t Xia Liu Yi who killed me,” Xie Jia Hua said before leaving.
“But when our eyes were closed earlier, I heard slight movement from Mr. Xia’s direction,” Kevin said.
“That’s probably because Brother Liu Yi’s butt hurts…”
“He A’San, shut up!” Xia Liu Yi snapped.
“Order! Order!” Judge Xiao Luo banged the table.
Another night passed.
“Damn it! First you kill my man, then you kill me?! Are you trying to wipe out my whole family?! I want to see which black-hearted bastard did this!” Lu Guang Ming shouted.
“Who even is the Witch?! Who?! Use your antidote already! The villagers are about to die out—save someone!” Cui Dong Dong yelled.
“A’San is definitely a werewolf! He even looks like a big bad wolf!”
“Xiao Ma, your reasoning has zero logic. I suggest we vote Xiao Ma out this round.”
In the end, the villagers were completely slaughtered, and the werewolves won a crushing victory.
The truth was revealed: the werewolves were indeed He Chu San—and his loyal follower Kevin.
“Xia Xiao Liu, you love beauty more than loyalty, you damned gay! You were the Witch, and you saved He A’San—this little wolf cub—every single night?!” Cui Dong Dong roared in fury.
“He San San! What happened to friendship forever?!” Lu Guang Ming was equally furious. “You killed our couple right at the start?!”
“Who told your man to beat my man? He hurt his butt—who am I supposed to spend New Year’s Eve with tonight?”
“Your man twisted my man’s waist too! Who am I supposed to spend tonight with?!”
A 50-year-old domineering CEO and a 50-year-old senior ICAC director went downstairs and fought again.
The same lollipop-eating children watched and called out:
“Mom! The two old men earlier fought with canes—these two are pulling each other’s hair!”
“Acting without dignity! Acting without dignity!”
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