Heizi handed over the White Paper, with the flames of humiliation seemingly burning in his gaze.
He Jian lightly bit his pen, then began to calculate, at this moment he was already sweating profusely, and his breathing had become much heavier.
Half a minute later, He Jian gave Heizi the result of the calculation, which was precisely 3, meaning that He Jian had guessed the points to be 3.
"You've lost this round!" Heizi said emphatically, then a wolfdog pounced on He Jian, biting into his other foot.
Sharp teeth tore through the skin, penetrating into the dermis.
He Jian clenched his teeth, enduring the heart-wrenching pain, his eyes shining with a ray of hope.
"I hadn't finished speaking just now," He Jian said, gasping slightly with a smile on his lips, "The only reason I told you this was to disrupt your judgment."
"From this moment on, although the stakes between us remain unequal, the odds of winning are now even."
