Seventeen Cards and You Still Want to Instant-Kill Me? It Doesn't Work Like That in Musou Games!

He also doubled down?

However, there was no need to fear; his hand simply could not lose to itself.

John gave a surprised look to the old man on his right, then chuckled, shook his head, and withdrew his gaze, casting it back upon his own hand while the curve of his mouth twitched upward uncontrollably. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, with two bombs—this was quite an overpowered hand.

If the king could be changed to a jack, he was afraid that before they even finished dealing, he would be able to slaughter this sleep-deprived old man for a spring victory shortly.

"A six!"

The old man acting as the bully raised his hand and flicked out a card.

Seeing this, John was instantly delighted.

The game actually opened with a solo six?

This old man was simply beyond foolish; wouldn't he be able to directly run out his kings now?

Without hesitation, John immediately flicked out a card:

"King!"

Next, as long as the opponent followed up with another single, he could completely top him with a two, finishing off this match entirely.

Thinking of this, John suddenly felt that this round was secure for him. He even couldn't help growing urged when looking at the fat merchant on the side. Hurry up, buddy, stop dawdling.

"Pass."

Amidst John's urging gaze, the merchant opposite him shook his head and did not play.

Are you kidding me, big brother? What kind of terrible hand is this? You won't even cover a king?

Looking at the pig teammate who couldn't even cover a single king, John immediately wore the expression of a subway grandpa looking at his phone.

However, after glancing at the mere two single cards left in his hand, John felt that it was no big problem. Even