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"Three of a kind."

"Can't follow."

On the top floor of a residential building near the Caesar Grand Hotel, Yang Jian, Luo Su Yi, and Xiong Wenwen were playing Landlord to kill time while waiting.

Xiong Wenwen widened his eyes at Luo Su Yi: "You can't follow three of a kind? What kind of crap hand do you have?"

"Mind your own business. If I can't follow, I can't follow. What can I do about it?" Luo Su Yi said.

"What a waste of space. All grown up for nothing." Xiong Wenwen said disdainfully and then played a pair of eights.

"Pair of nines," Yang Jian said calmly.

"Pass."

Squatting on the ground, Luo Su Yi waved his hand and said, "Hey, is it really good for us to be this laid-back? The fog over there is getting bigger and bigger, and it's spreading this way. If this continues, we'll have to evacuate the second line of defense too."