"Bombing King, that's a wrap!"
With a "snap," the young man slapped the last two cards onto the table. After a contest of wit and strategy, he had completely integrated into the team and sincerely saw everyone in the room as his fellow card players.
In the first competition against evil organizations, the youth leveraged his exceptional intelligence and luck to clinch first place.
Song Lan, without revealing any emotion, followed closely behind, securing the runner-up position while also winning enough for a 200-watt dinner.
But others seemed dissatisfied with the results of the competition.
Especially the player who had won third place, Old Void.
His eyebrows were furrowed tightly together. "This, this isn't right."
According to metaphysical management, he should have won the first competition and finally felt the joy of surpassing Song Lan, who, indeed, had complied with the metaphysical rules by finishing as runner-up.
The problem was...
