"Be good, obedient," Mo Nanjue hugged her shoulders and gently touched her hair. "I'll go back after playing. Some games are necessary."

"...What game?" According to his tone, it doesn't seem like he can play anything good...

"A game between men."

"But it's already tied..." Tong Ran bit his lower lip and quickly thought about how to persuade him, "Mo Nanjue, do you really... have to play?"

The ominous premonition in my heart became stronger and stronger.

"Why, are you scared?" Mo Nanjue stared at her little white and red face, and leaned over with a funny look, "Tong Ran, are you afraid that I will sell you?"

"No, I just think it's a bit dangerous..." Besides, his opponent is Brother Luo...

"Dangerous?" The man narrowed his eyes, as if he had captured something, "Tong Ran, do you have something to say?"

Something wrong with this woman.

Logically speaking, she must have seen his actions, so how could the danger come about?

"No, you misunderstood," Tong Ran felt his keen eyes flashing, and he hurriedly raised a smile on his face and shook his head, "I'm not trying to say anything, the danger I mean... I'm afraid that you can't afford to invest so much money, what should I do if the imperial lord can't hold on at that time?"

"What?" Mo Nanjue was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Haha, Tong Ran, you are so stupid sometimes."

"You are stupid!"

Tong Ran glared at him and turned his head away, breathing a sigh of relief without any trace.

Fortunately, if she had said a few more words just now, she would have thought like Mo Nanjue...

He probably guessed something.

"Don't you believe what I said?" Seeing her worried look, Mo Nanjue reached out to take her into his arms, "Don't worry, no matter what you play or how you play, in short, I will never let you suffer any harm."

Tong Ran was stunned when he heard this, "What harm?"

At this time, the door of the box was pushed open by two waiters, one of whom was holding a tray covered with red cloth.

One of the waiters came to Mo Nanjue's side, "Mr. Jue, what you want has been delivered."

Mo Nanjue nodded, stood up and walked to the table, and asked the waiter to place the tray in the center of the table.

At this end of the sofa, Luo Xiao held Fu Qingshuang's hand and pushed it away, stood up and walked towards the long table.

Seeing this, the waiter signaled: "Jue Shao?"

"lift."

"Yes, Mr. Jue."

Immediately afterwards, the red cloth of two trays was lifted up.

Tong Ran had stood up as Mo Nanjue got up. When she glanced at the things in the tray, she almost couldn't stand firm.

I saw two mahogany round trays, one of which contained a brand new unopened playing card.

And another tray, inside it, contained a very small cherry tomato, and... a sound-silenced pistol full of bullets.

Just a glance, Tong Ran vaguely felt how these things would be used next.

Is this what Monanjue calls a game between men?

After the red cloth was lifted, the waiter looked at Mo Nanjue and nodded. He respectfully began to explain the rules: "There is a deck of playing cards here. It is still a simple way to draw five cards and then choose one to show it out. The winner is the one with the largest number of points of the card."
Chapter completed!