The aspects of calculation, prediction, and psychological warfare are all too complex and vast.
So after having a late-night snack last night, he slept straight from dark to light and then to dark again.
He woke up to find a text message from the other party, and seeing that so much time had already passed he was in no hurry to respond. After freshening up and eating something, he leisurely walked over.
When he arrived at the Card Club, Show Director had already left.
From a colleague, he received that scroll.
Ree Shil, holding the scroll, now sat at his own supervisor position.
The office desk was extremely clean, there was nothing on it.
"Scene Card Formula?"
"Museum Director Phoenix, was actually quite good."
He fiddled with it in his hand, and looked at it closely.
The scroll was made of soft yet durable silk or paper, long and narrow, presenting a round shape.
The surface had been carefully decorated, showcasing intricate patterns and delicate painting techniques.
