Yun Zhijuan: …No, no way?
Yun Zhijuan thought he had successfully changed the topic and even felt relieved to have dodged the bullet. But before he could celebrate for two minutes, his precious disciple's flying card attack came straight at him.
A seemingly ordinary playing card, once in Mian Xiaobao's hands, turned into a deadly weapon. It sailed over the conference table, spun a half-circle midair, and its sharp edges whirred menacingly. Yun Zhijuan could only dodge awkwardly.
The card missed its mark and landed on the tall vase behind Yun Zhijuan.
Bang!
The vase shattered.
What was once a two-on-one fight had now turned into a one-against-two brawl.
Yun Zhijuan quietly calculated: A complete tarot deck has 78 cards, and Mian Xiaobao had only thrown two so far.
His suffering… was far from over!
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Meanwhile, the members of Team Three, who had stayed near the restroom, were finally snapping out of their stupefaction.
