Chapter 18: White Stiff Corpse
With one person short, they could only play Landlord.
Li Ang’s card skills and sleight of hand were strong. In the past, Chen Daozai could win 37 million with just 20 yuan, so it wasn’t a problem for Li Ang to win 5 million with 200,000 happy beans.
After several rounds, the other two players were soundly defeated. They grumbled to themselves about whether Hammer had stepped in dog shit that day, while also feeling a depressing anxiety rising within them.
Feng Tieyi slapped his cards on his hand and glared at Li Ang. "With seventeen cards, you can wipe me out instantly? You can annihilate me?! If you can wipe me out with seventeen cards today, I! Will! Eat! This deck of cards right here and now."
Li Ang coolly tossed all his playing cards onto the newspaper in the middle. "Bomb. Plane."
Seventeen cards, an instant wipeout.
Feng Tieyi stared hard at the poker cards laid out on the newspaper, about to explode in anger, when he suddenly heard an extremely faint CLICK.
He instinctively turned his head toward the distant assembly hall platform.
The white-haired corpse, sitting upright in the coffin, was slowly rising in an eerie manner.
It stepped out of the low coffin, lightly hopped down from the platform, and silently approached the three players engrossed in their card game.