Round-Robin Contest

Zhang Xuezhou's card-playing skill lay in his terrifying memory.

No two leaves in the world were exactly alike, and so it was impossible for two playing cards to be exactly alike.

Every card did indeed have tiny differences.

Those tiny differences allowed Zhang Xuezhou to tell roughly what each card was. Once they had played enough rounds for the cards to develop a few creases, remembering them became even easier.

His card-playing skills were fairly solid.

Ren Anran, meanwhile, had a knack for reading people's thoughts. She found it hard to predict what cards Montes Ganghao would play, but she had a rough sense of Zhang Xuezhou's and Zhang Manqian's thinking as they played, and neither objected to her watching and guessing.

As for Zhang Manqian, her card skills were the worst of the three, but that was only relative. Her perception was extremely sharp, so she had no trouble coordinating with the others.

More importantly, Zhang Manqian had abundant mental strength. Staying up all night was no problem, and her mind remained exceptionally clear.

Unlike Wang Li, who had won at first and then lost, Zhang Manqian lost at first and then won.

The game lasted from morning until night. Zhang Manqian had begun to make up for the chips she had lost and was even ahead by one exotic beast.

Zhang Xuezhou's results were middling. He continued to hover between winning and losing, while Ren Anran had gained chips worth three exotic beasts.

In the end, Montes Ganghao was the only loser at the table.

He began handing over the free chips he had received from Zhang Xuezhou and had no choice but to dip into the chips he had exchanged his genetic weapon for.

"Young women these days can really play!"

Montes Ganghao glanced at Zhang Xuezhou,