The young man eyed A Jie suspiciously. "Why are you asking? You're not a joker player, are you?"
"If I were a joker player, couldn't I just find somewhere deserted and kill a number-card player?" A Jie looked speechless. "Once they were dead, I'd naturally find out what card they had. There'd be no reason to ask."
"Not necessarily." The young man snorted. "Maybe you spotted a team that was one or two people short and wanted to target a particular number card."
A Jie: "..."
"Forget it." He couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on the young man and turned to leave.
He had wanted to find out what their cards were only so that, if any of those six people later claimed to have a different card, he could be certain that person was a joker player.
But if the young man refused to tell him, so be it.
Rather than waste time standing here arguing that he wasn't a joker player, he might as well hurry up and find a suitable team.
In any case, when he formed a team, he would warn the other players joining him never to team up with any of those six people.
That would completely eliminate the possibility of the joker player among those six infiltrating his team.
After leaving the six-person team, Zhao Xun began looking for his next target.
It would be great if he could form another team while there were still plenty of players around.
But most players now had teams taking shape, and joining one wouldn't be easy.
That young man really had been lucky. Barely ten minutes into the game, he had already gathered six [Hearts 9] cards, while the other players still hadn't found enough people.
Zhao Xun just didn't know