Feng Luan frowned slightly. "Poker?"
Game nodded with a smile. "That's right. Poker."
He shuffled the cards in his hands, throwing in a flourish:
"And one of you humans' favorite versions, too-Texas Hold'em."
At those words, Feng Luan's brow furrowed even deeper, her gaze flickering.
An uproar broke out in the audience as well. Nobody had expected Texas Hold'em.
"What's Texas Hold'em? I've never heard of it."
"I've heard of Texas roast duck, but Texas Hold'em..."
"How are they supposed to play a game they know nothing about?"
"This is bad. How can they win a poker game they've never played?"
"Exactly. How could UR Contract Spirits like Xia Yuan and Senior Feng Luan possibly spend their time playing games?"
"Damn it! Who would've thought a second World-Class Wanted Boss would suddenly appear?"
"Two World-Class Wanted Bosses and two UR Contract Spirits, all sitting together playing cards. Now that's something you don't see every day..."
"..."
Most of the spectators were high-ranking Contract Spirits and Contract Spirit Masters. Never mind playing cards-they barely had time for entertainment.
Even fewer knew about Texas Hold'em, one particular variety of poker.
For a moment, worry filled everyone's voices.
After all, most people assumed that, as UR Contract Spirits, Xia Yuan and Feng Luan had no time for entertainment.
Surely they treasured every minute and second, constantly honing their strength.
That meant this card game had practically been doomed from the outset.
Su Yue thought the same. Looking at the figure at the poker table, she murmured, "Senior Xia Yuan..."
She turned toward Xia Yuan's Gilgamesh clone and Mo Shiyu nearby, only to find that neither seemed the slightest bit flustered.
Forget distress-she couldn't see even a trace of concern.
Of course Mo Shiyu wasn't worried.
Others might not know, but she knew this