Royal flush!
Bomb King!
Mahjong!
Six, six, six!
Wang Shu watched He Xi and Kesha go back and forth, battling for eight hundred rounds. It was truly a fight that darkened the skies and made ghosts howl!
Wang Shu silently looked at his excellent hand, yet he did not dare play it. He was afraid of being...
A pair of aces! Kesha tossed out the last two cards in her hand and looked at He Xi with a victor's gaze. The meaning was obvious: she had won.
Apparently, the new rule for Fight the Landlord was that whoever played all their cards first won!
"Tch, boring." He Xi curled her lips, tossing away her cards with an utterly uninterested expression.
"Heh." Kesha gave a calm laugh.
"Actually, those aren't the rules. You're just playing randomly. That's not right," Wang Shu said.
"Rules? I am the rules!" Kesha said.
"..." Wang Shu.
"Give me a break. I let you win. You shameless old woman," He Xi said mockingly.
"Heh, who are you calling old?" Kesha's expression gradually changed, her gaze turning increasingly sharp.
Wang Shu felt that he had made a mistake. Why had he brought the Two Kings to play Fight the Landlord?
Why did it suddenly feel like these sisters were about to fall out?
He remembered how affectionate He Xi and Kesha had been before, how inseparable they were.
But now? It was hard to understand. They had turned hostile at the drop of a hat, needle against wheat awn. It was truly chilling.
However, from another perspective, this was beneficial to him.
For instance, if Kesha and He Xi's relationship grew tense, could he take advantage of the opening?
And whisk away Pi Pi He Xi, Angel City's special strategic unit!
But would Holy Kesha really not