It's Too Late

Perhaps he was intimidated by Wang Wen's words.

The Duckbill Beast did not waste any more time and started reading the next question.

"Please listen to the question!

"Who is the youngest among the three of you?"

Zhu Xingguo asked Wang Wen, "Master, how do I spell your name?"

"Begin answering!" The strange man stopped Wang Wen in time.

In reality.

Even if he did not stop them.

Wang Wen could not write it himself.

As he looked at the screen, he tried to write Mr. A.

That question.

As expected, he was wrong.

The strange man let out an ear-piercing cackle.

Wang Wen frowned and felt that something was wrong.

He did not write down his full name.

If he were to write it, he would be breaking the rules by revealing the answer.

If his name were the answer to the next question, he would not be able to get any of them right, right?

He was worried.