Game over, kill you all.

Five minutes ago, Zhao Wenbin and the middle-aged man both told the high school girl with certainty: there was no way the opposite side was going to ace the country.

However, when the two teams have played their cards, there is a flash of white light and the Minister card of the Tang Mo side shatters and disappears. This means that their Minister card was countered, and the other team played a King card. Tang Mo's side is now down to three cards, and has triggered the Dueling Ground effect, which requires the player with the Minister card to go up to the duel.

The duel is against the representative of the opposite King's card.

The man in black.

The opponent walked calmly into the blank area.

The high school girl took two steps backwards, standing behind Zhao Wenbin, her face pale, her lips trembling, "No, why me. Why are you guys playing this card, shouldn't everyone be playing ......"

Tang Mo rushes up with an arrow and covers the high school girl's mouth.

The high school girl's eyes turn red when Tang Mo suddenly covers her mouth and she stares angrily at Tang Mo. She doesn't know why Tang Mo is doing this, she just thinks that he has given up on her and is treating her like an outcast.

Pinocchio stood by, watching the scene with interest. After a long wait, he didn't wait for the high school girl to enter the dueling ring. Disgruntled, Pinocchio stomped his foot on the ground, crushing his old radio, which was already in pieces. "You dishonest boy, why don't you get up there and duel!"

Tang Mo let go of the hand covering the high school girl's mouth. The latter was no longer in the mood to care about Tang Mo. She looked at Pinocchio, still seeking a last hope: "...... I don't want to fight with him. It was they who said to play this card, not me. He said it, yes, he said it." She points to Zhao Wenbin, "Why should I be allowed to duel, it was his idea, he should be allowed to duel."

Pinocchio, in a flash, appeared next to the high school girl.

The high school girl gasps, and before she can react, Pinocchio kicks her in the ass, sending her into the dueling ring.

The high school girl could not resist any longer. She knew that she was no match for Pinocchio, and that it would be easy for Pinocchio to kill her. If she dared to disobey the rules of the duel, who knows what Pinocchio would do to her. Therefore, her only hope now is ......

"Go to hell!!!"

Bang!

A loud gunshot rang out across the white world.

Everyone was shocked to see the hand|gun in the high school girl's hand. Even Tang Mo didn't know that this high school girl was carrying a gun with her. The power of a pistol is not to be underestimated, especially in this kind of sudden sneak attack, the other party is completely defenseless, it is very easy to hit.

A hiss of pain sounded at the same time as the gunshot.

Tang Mo turned to look.

It was not the man in black who was shot, but the middle-aged woman standing behind him.

At the moment the bullet was shot out, the man in black slightly sidestepped, and the bullet grazed his sleeve, shooting through the middle-aged woman's left shoulder. Blood gurgled out. The female high school student was shocked in her heart when she saw this, but she had obviously experienced life and death as well and wouldn't panic too much. She quickly ran towards the back, distancing herself from the man in black while trying to aim and shoot her gun again.

Bang, bang, bang!

Three rounds in a row, none of which hit the man in black. He stood still and kept dodging.

The female high school student's marksmanship wasn't very accurate in the first place, and the man in black didn't need to do much avoiding at all, as long as he dodged a little, he could dodge all the bullets. Instead, it was those three teammates standing behind him, each running to dodge these random bullets.

The bullets had no effect on the man in black, and the tension in the high school girl's mind exploded to the extreme. With a frantic yell, she pulled out another hand|gun from her other pocket. This time she closed her eyes and fired indiscriminately regardless. The distance between the two was only five meters, so it was easy to shoot someone randomly like that.

When both pistols|guns and all twelve rounds had been fired, the female high school student opened her eyes in fear. She saw that the man in black was still standing in the same place, unharmed. Instead, the middle-aged woman fell to the ground due to a gunshot wound and was still bleeding from her shoulder.

The high school girl panicked and let go of her hands, both pistols | rolling to the ground.

The man in black just stood still, quietly watching her without initiating an attack.

The female high school student clenched her teeth and suddenly pulled a small knife from her waist. She roared angrily as she rushed towards the black-clothed man, holding the determination that you will die or I will live. However at this moment, almost instantly, a silver military dagger crossed in front of the high school girl's neck. She was so frightened that she hurriedly stopped in her tracks.

The dagger was only a centimeter away from the high school girl's neck, and if she took one more step forward, it would have slashed her artery.

None of the black-clothed man's movements were clearly seen, and Zhao Wenbin and the others looked at him in dismay, then back to where he had been the previous second. Only Tang Mo could barely make out his movements, and he saw the man in black pull out a dagger with incredible speed, and without any gimmicks or tricks, he just stepped forward and placed it on the high school girl's neck.

The high school girl couldn't breathe a word.

The man in black turned his head to Pinocchio: "Is that a win?"

Pinocchio, who had been waiting with great interest to see a massacre suddenly end just like that, bristled with great dissatisfaction, "Kill her, beat her until she can't fight back, or she voluntarily admits defeat. Those are the only three things that can be considered a win for you."

The man in black pressed the dagger forward a centimeter and pressed it against the high school girl's neck. He turned his head to look at the girl, who was so terrified that she couldn't even speak, and calmly said, "You admit defeat."

The female high school student's body trembled as she stared at the man in black with a deadly stare, biting her lip to keep quiet.

However, no matter how much she looked at it, the man in black didn't move a bit, still holding the dagger against her neck.

A minute later, the high school girl rasped and a few words popped out from between her teeth, "Okay, I'm just a regular preppy, I can't beat you. This time I recognize ......"

At the same time the female high school student spoke, she quickly pulled out a black iron cone and stabbed it at the man's abdomen. In a flash of lightning, a hand clamped down on this iron cone with even more speed, and her fingers exerted force, gently breaking it.

"Ka-ching-"

The iron cone broke in half and fell to the ground.

The female high school student looked at the man in front of her in despair, and after a long time, she gritted her teeth and said, "...... I admit defeat."

"Sorry." The man in black put away his dagger and turned to leave.

The female high school student stared at his back with indignation as she pulled out another hand|gun from somewhere, wanting to take the opportunity to shoot another shot over. However, a huge black hole suddenly appeared underneath her feet, she screamed out in shock, and a few seconds later, her entire body was sucked into the black hole. Soon, the black hole disappeared and the white world returned to normal.

"Ding Dong! End of the first round of cards."

The man in black didn't use any moves at all, but just the speed of his strikes just now made both Zhao Wenbin and the middle-aged man break out in a cold sweat, staring at him with bated breath as they watched him walk back to the group step by step.

Tang Mo stares at the man's back, a white light flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his sight to the head of the man in black-

"Stowaways"

The long-awaited duel ended too easily, and Pinocchio stepped aside with a lack of interest, "Well, well, well, the first outing is over, it's time for the second. You dishonest boys, I, Pinocchio, don't want to see you killing each other ......"

"biu--"

"Yes yes yes, I especially want to see you guys kill each other." Pinocchio didn't even bother with his face this time, and spoke his words filled with malice in a big way, "Alright, you guys hurry up and get ready to play your cards. What a bunch of uninteresting humans, how come I'm so unlucky to run into you people on a beautiful Christmas Eve."

The white wall falls slowly from the air. Pinocchio makes an instantaneous jump to the wall and lazily lays down.

Tang Mo looked at the black-clothed man standing in the opposite compartment, sensing his gaze, the latter also turned his head to look at him.

The white wall was still falling, and was on the verge of blocking the view of both teams.

Tang Mo suddenly blurted out, "Next game, we play queens."

A moment of surprise flashed across the black-clad man's face, yet before he could react more, the next moment, the white wall crashed down and hit the ground with a loud bang, separating the two teams.

Pinocchio gave a strange laugh when he heard Tang Mo's remark. He lay back against the wall and continued humming his off-key song.

As the first hand ended and the white wall landed, no one in Tang Mo's group spoke for a long time.

Dead silence lasted for a long time, Zhao Wenbin said, "Why would they go out of the country ace ......"

When someone spoke, the middle-aged man followed suit, ''Right, how could they play the king card in the first game. Are they crazy, aren't they afraid that we'll play the Slave card and nullify their King card. Now it's over, we're already missing a card, or a very powerful minister card. What can we do about this?"

Zhao Wenbin took a few deep breaths and tried his best to stabilize his emotions. He analyzed, "As you saw just now, of the four people in their team, three of them stood in one grid, and the man in black stood in the other. Those three people chose the King card, so what they were standing on was the King grid. But the player representing the king is the man in black."

"So?" The middle-aged man asked.

"The fact that the man in black didn't pick the king frame means that he didn't want to play that card. It could be because he, like us, felt that playing the King's card in the first game wasn't enough insurance. It could also be because he himself represents the King's card, and he's worried that he'll have to duel after triggering the dueling arena....... "Saying this, Zhao Wenbin himself stopped, and he muttered, "That man is so strong, he shouldn't be afraid of dueling. "

Middle-aged man: 'So it's his three teammates who want to ace the country and he doesn't want to himself?' I think it's quite possible. Just now that man in black went back after the duel, none of his three teammates went up to pay attention to him, he must have been isolated. If it were me, I'd isolate him, too. He's so strong. Didn't Pinocchio say there were at least two stowaways among us? He must be a stowaway who's killed someone. Maybe his three teammates intentionally tried to betray him and chose to play the king card to get him eliminated from the tournament. Unfortunately is didn't expect him to survive the duel."

Zhao Wenbin nodded approvingly. He said, "Let's hurry up and think about what to do next. Right now, we still have the Queen card, the Knight card, and the Slave card left. However, we actually have an advantage."

"What advantage?"

"The Black Tower rules say that the cards we play are unknown to the opposing team, and neither is Pinocchio. Even if our cards are nullified by their king card restraints, they don't know it's a minister card we've lost."

The middle-aged man realized, "You mean, they only know that we lost a card, but they don't know whether it was a minister's card or a knight's card?"

"Right. The King's card restrains both, and we know they're playing the King's card because we know exactly what we're playing the Minister's card, but they're not sure what we're playing. That's probably the only advantage we still have." Zhao Wenbin wiped the sweat from his head as he remembered something, "Thank you for covering that girl's mouth, or else she would have told us about us bidding the Minister's card and the situation would have been even less second."

Tang Mo stood on the sidelines, his eyes lowered in contemplation, not saying a word.

Zhao Wenbin glanced at him, and when Tang Mo didn't answer him, he didn't make a fool of himself and turned his head again.

Middle-aged man: "So what the hell do we do next."

Zhao Wenbin thought for a moment, "I don't think ...... can play a slave card for sure."

The middle-aged man nodded, "This is our hope to turn the tide, so of course we can't go out. Then what's out?"

"I think they're going to play the Minister card next game. Although they don't dare to be sure of the exact content of our play, they know at a guess that we play the Minister card eight out of ten|nine out of ten, then they know that our three remaining cards are the Queen, Knight, and Slave cards. Once they play the King's card and our Slave is restrained, they will be at a disadvantage, and the advantage they had in the first game will be gone. So they will play the Minister card. That way as long as we don't play the queen card, they have a two-thirds chance of suppressing our cards and still not risking anything."

"Makes sense, then we should play the queen card."

After the middle-aged man uttered these words, as if he remembered something, he turned his head to Tang Mo, who had been silent at the side. his face suddenly changed: "You just told them that we're going to play the queen card in the next game!"

Zhao Wenbin then remembered and looked at Tang Mo in dismay.

The elimination of the female high school students and the loss of the minister's card had left them in a state of turmoil. Tang Mo's move to say something was so sudden that they didn't think about it for a second after the shock. It wasn't until they talked about playing the Queen's card that they remembered that Tang Mo had just said that.

Zhao Wenbin's face abruptly became ugly: "This sentence is very important, this sentence simply stirred up the whole situation. They must be thinking that if we bid the queen, do they want to bid the slave card. Or they'll think that our sentence is a cover, that we won't play the queen card at all, and that we're trying to trick them into playing a slave card, and then use the knight card to restrain the slave card."

These words made the already chaotic situation even more unpredictable. The middle-aged man said angrily, ''Why did you say that! Surname Mo, what do you mean, it's even if you yourself have been making no effort to watch the show from the sidelines, you still have to be in the way of us. The first round of cards is over, we are over here racking our brains to discuss countermeasures, you are fuming at the side, what do you want to do? Why don't you give me a word!"

The middle-aged man pushes a slap at Tang Mo, who doesn't even lift his head and sidesteps it.

The middle-aged man froze. After a few moments, he said in annoyance, "Fine, there's no need to ask people like you to participate in the collective discussion, but don't add to the chaos, will you. Next time you talk nonsense, beware I'll make you look good."

Tang Mo is still ignoring him.

Zhao Wenbin noticed a hint of abnormality, and he asked tentatively, "Mr. Mo, are you thinking of something?"

The middle-aged man sniffed and also looked at Tang Mo with surprise.

Tang Mo looks down at the ground, his fingers clattering against his shirt. Slowly, he closed his eyes and breathed a soft sigh of relief, his tone calm, "I've wondered from the beginning why the four of them would go out of the Kingdom Ace."

Zhao Wenbin explains, "They are trying to gamble on us not playing the slave card. As long as we don't play the slave card, they can get the upper hand with the king card."

"Nope."

Zhao Wenbin froze when his judgment was denied.

Tang Mo looked up at him with a calm gaze, "The probability of a slave card in the first game is no more than 20%. In my opinion, this probability is worth the risk, but for you." He looked at Zhao Wenbin, then at the middle-aged man, "And for you, you will not agree."

Zhao Wenbin and the middle-aged man's throats stuttered.

Tang Mo was right. At the beginning, Tang Mo wanted to play the Queen's card, and it was only because the three of them objected that Tang Mo did not insist. But in the end, he was not on the minister's grid, he was on the queen's grid.

The middle aged man snapped, "...... You said it yourself clearly, it's okay for us to play the minister card, don't try to shirk your responsibility."

Tang Mo glanced at him coldly, ''I'm not shirking my responsibility. I'm just telling you that the reason for not playing slave cards is the same as the reason for not playing trump cards. When one person plays the game, there is a small probability that he will decide to take a risk and play the trump card. Two people playing the game together, that probability is even smaller. Three people, four people. There are four of them, and the probability that all four agree to trump out is so low."

Zhao Wenbin countered, "No, they were three people who decided to trump, and the man in black didn't want to trump."

Tang Mo looked at him steadily without answering. He pulled a small Yang San out of his backpack and moved his wrist muscles.

Zhao Wenbin and the middle-aged man both looked at him strangely, "Mr. Mo, what are you doing?"

"I've always wondered how they could come to a unanimous agreement to unanimously go out of the country ace." Tang Mo checks on little Yang San, who holds the umbrella handle and recites the incantation with an expressionless face, "Little Red Riding Hood energy, magical girl transformation."

Zhao Wenbin: "What did you say?"

A very weak light flickered from the small pink Yang San, which Tang Mo held and flung twice in the air.

The middle-aged man frowned and stepped forward, "What are you doing ......"

The voice came to an abrupt halt.

"Brush--"

A small pink Yang San crossed in front of his neck, and the middle-aged man stopped in his tracks and swallowed.

After the middle-aged man slowed down, he walked forward while saying angrily, "What do you mean by that?!"

"Advise you'd better not move."

By the time these words fell, the middle-aged man had already roughly swatted Little Yang San away with his hand. His hand had just touched the tip of the umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella, which appeared to be made of plastic, easily cut through his hand, and the middle-aged man let out a cry of surprise as blood flowed down his face.

Zhao Wenbin exclaimed, "Mr. Mo?"

Tang Mo held a small Yang San in one hand against the front of the middle-aged man's throat as he raised his head with a calm expression, ''I thought for a long time about why they were able to unanimously agree to go out of the Kingdom Ace. It's actually very simple, because from beginning to end, it wasn't four people at all, there was only one person. As long as he decides to play the trump card, all the others are not qualified to object to what he says, and must stand in the king card's grid. This is a game that doesn't need useless teammates, it's me who isn't decisive enough." He paused and made a conclusion, "Just one person is enough for this game."

The middle-aged man sensed the power of the unimpressive little Yang San and stood in shock, not daring to move.

Zhao Wenbin takes advantage of Tang Mo's attention on the middle-aged man and rushes up in an arrow step, trying to knock Tang Mo away. Tang Mo kicks him in the chest, knocking him to the side.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately pulled out a small knife, "I'll fight you!"

Tang Mo snapped open the small Yang San, blocking the knife. At the same time, he quickly retracted his umbrella, and before the middle-aged man could react, the pink tip of the umbrella was once again in front of his throat.

This time the distance was only a centimeter.

Zhao Wenbin fell to the ground and did not dare to move, and the middle-aged man was even more nervous and stiffened his body.

The youth's calm to almost merciless voice rang out at this time.

"From now on, this team is under my control. I will play whatever cards I decide to play. If you guys don't follow my decision to stand on the grid ......" Tang Mo lifted his head and faintly said, "Game over, kill you guys."