Superman Termination Manual

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"A straight flush beats a three-of-a-kind, game over."

Ke Mingye's eyes drooped as he said this, slapping all six poker cards in his hand onto the floor with a smack.
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He then lifted his head, looking quite pleased with himself, and turned his gaze towards Bai Zini, seeing that she was so angry she was almost crumpling the poker cards into a ball, he proceeded to the classic post-battle gloating phase.

"Hey, little sis, you've been bragging for so long but it seems like there's no real skill, why do I feel like winning was so effortless?"

You Minglu stared at the poker cards on the floor, spaced out for a while, before finally catching up with the situation, and then he turned his head and leaned close to Bai Zini's ear, whispering.

"Senior, we lost again, what should we do?"

"How do I feel... like I've been played again?"

Bai Zini hung her head, her eyebrows knitted, the corners of her eyes twitching slightly, and her hands weakly clenching two poker cards.

She thought, if only the two people sitting beside her were criminals, like imagining those two as that damn strange thing!

Then she'd just lift Cinderella and shoot them away with two bangs, no need to take such a frustration!

But unfortunately, they're not; one is her brother, the other her junior, with no way to vent her anger...

If only that pack of angry dice would appear on the TV screen right now, she'd immediately go after it with an umbrella to vent her anger, as it was her daily essential stress-reliever.

The episode she missed the strange thing the most.

It's infuriating, Bai Zini gnashed her teeth in hatred.

"And it starts again," Ke Mingye looked up at her, his mouth dripping with sarcasm, "So, losing means you were betrayed by your teammates, huh? That's way too classic."

"No way, we have to review, we must!"

Bai Zini muttered to herself while recalling the recent hand of cards.

Even though You Minglu didn't end up blowing up his teammate like Ke Mingye did last time, most of the time Bai Zini was randomly throwing cards as if she were playing a handheld game console version of Fight the Landlord, just tapping wherever it lit up.

But just as she was about to turn her head and say something to You Minglu, he had already started to speak up in his own defense, his tone pitiable.

"Senior, we matchstick-selling, dirt-eating little girls living in a pile of garbage have never played Fight the Landlord, you can't expect too much from me."

"Damn, are you stacking buffs over there?"

Ke Ming muttered to himself, genuinely baffled by this barrage of excuses, and then turned his head to ask Bai Zini, "Bai Zini teacher, are all your classmates this abstract? No wonder they get along with you."

"Get lost, she's the only one like this."

"Indeed, among senior's friends, I'm the only garbage-picker," You Minglu said with a melancholic tone.

Bai Zini held her forehead and sighed, "Just stop talking, otherwise, your combo is going to give me high blood pressure."

"So where's my red envelope? You have to admit defeat and pay up, you can't just welch on the bet," Ke Ming said as he tidied up the poker cards on the floor.

"Tch, I'll just pay for her then," Bai Zini said grumpily as she sent a red envelope through her phone.

"Bro, just wait, you play traitor on my side, and when you're facing me you just randomly kill, obviously playing me, right? Wait until Xiao Ling comes back and sees if we don't beat you up," she threatened.

"Hey, after getting scolded by you yesterday I suddenly had a revelation. I'm a card-playing genius; I think I should fly to Macau tonight to start filming 'Gambling God 007'."

"Get lost, if it weren't for my teammate being such a drag, I wouldn't have lost so many games to you!" Bai Zini replied not yet conceding after having sent the red envelope from her phone.

"Yeah, yeah, talk tough all you want until you're blue in the face," Ke Mingye teased, about to look down and click on the red envelope when a notification bubble suddenly popped up in the upper right of his field of vision. He discretely burst the bubble with his mind.

The chat panel popped up in front of him.

[Fan Quan: That player with the ID "Gastella," I advise you to stay away from him for now. His background isn't clear yet, and he might not be on our side.]

[Timekeeper: What do you mean, isn't he targeting my sister?]

[Fan Quan: Hard to say, but keep your distance until we figure him out. In terms of his ability, he seems to be a player who specializes in mental control skills, and this skill very likely has a way of spreading contamination, otherwise, it doesn't explain how he could control so many ordinary people to march.]

[Timekeeper: Looks like it might be a B-level skill, with such exaggerated effects.]

[Fan Quan: Possibly, anyway be careful; I can't break away these days.]

[Timekeeper: What are you up to?]

[Fan Quan: I have to do some things for that gun-smuggling dad; killing him now would only affect my secrecy work. I have to cooperate for now.]

[Timekeeper: Oh oh, good luck.]

[Fan Quan: I've discussed it with Cai Bing, and we'll keep the white-haired vampire's identity a secret for you. Don't do anything rash for now; wait for me to get back, and we'll figure out this newcomer.]

[Timekeeper: Okay.]

At this moment, Bai Zini was playing with her phone with a look of utter dejection, and You Minglu suddenly said, "I'm not playing anymore, senior, you're scaring me. I'm going home."

"When did I scare you? Playing like that would frustrate a pig."

"You were pressuring me all the time."

Ke Ming packed the poker cards back into the box and brazenly interjected, "How comes it's senior one moment, senior sister the next? Is it senior sister or senior?"

"Aren't they the same thing?"

You Minglu asked back, expressionless.

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