"A pair of threes."
"Pass."
While waiting on the top floor of a residential building near Caesar Hotel, Yang Jian, Luo Suyī, and Xiong Wenwen were so bored that they actually started playing Dou Dizhu.
Xiong Wenwen stared wide-eyed at Luo Suyī. "You passed on a pair of threes? What kind of terrible hand do you have?"
"What does my hand have to do with you? I can't beat it, so I can't beat it. What am I supposed to do?" Luo Suyī said.
"What a useless loser. You've grown this big for nothing." Xiong Wenwen looked disdainful as he played a pair of eights.
"A pair of nines," Yang Jian said calmly.
"Pass."
Squatting on the ground, Luo Suyī waved his hand. "By the way, is it really okay for us to be this relaxed? That fog over there looks like it's getting bigger, and it's spreading this way. If this continues, even the second line of defense will have to withdraw."
"That hotel is a trap for us now. Whoever enters dies. I'm not stupid enough to drag you rookies in there by force. Feng Quan may already be done for, and Guo Fan has lost contact as well. Under these circumstances, the only option is to wait until the danger level inside the hotel drops," Yang Jian said seriously.
"Let's keep watching. I believe we'll have an answer soon."
"A pair of kings." Xiong Wenwen did not listen to Yang Jian at all. Instead, he stared at the cards in Yang Jian's hand. To him, winning this round seemed more important than dealing with the supernatural incident in front of them.
"Bomb," Yang Jian said.
"Damn it, do you even know how to play cards? I played a pair of kings, and you used a joker bomb?"