That playing card in Joker's hand had struck fear into countless enemies.
On the rooftop outside the Mind Dojo, at Shinsaibashi in Osaka, on the streets of Amsterdam—every time Joker's card appeared,
it was accompanied by a bloody storm.
Now, after Qing Chen used the Key Gate's rules to severely wound Nikita and the Aerial Fortress, the name Joker had completely
reached the West Coast.
Every enemy across the Forbidden Sea
regarded him as one of their most formidable hypothetical foes.
And now, some big sister with chest hair had actually forced Joker himself to tear up his cards, stuff them into his mouth,
and swallow them.
Terrifying indeed.
If the supernatural world learned of this, they would probably think a new demigod had been born.
At that moment, the big sister in her thirties looked down at Qing Chen:
"I know it's you. Even if you eat the cards,
it won't do any good."
As she spoke, the big sister squeezed into the seat across from him:
"Why haven't you ordered yet? Waiter, let's order!"
Qing Chen swallowed and cautiously asked:
"Big sister, does your family have some kind of difficulty? Like, does your mother
need a heart stent too, or did the family business lose money?"
The chest-haired big sister glanced sideways at Qing Chen while reading the menu:
"Even if you aren't interested in me, you don't need to curse me with that kind
of passive-aggressive sarcasm."
He took out his phone and handed it over.
"Big sister, let's add each other."
The moment he took out his phone, it automatically shut down.
Qing Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry. This big sister had actually left Yi speechless.
The chest-haired big sister ordered a mountain of food and said:
"Lots of people chase a