In the center of the ruins, Jiucai Rong and his nine children were playing mahjong and cards.
One table for mahjong, two tables for playing cards, just enough for ten people.
"Pair of twos."
"Boom!"
"Hahaha, remember to pay back later."
...
A group of people appeared incredibly relaxed.
The Mudworker was playing cards with them, feeling somewhat worried.
Are these bastards... perhaps overacting a bit?
Is it really okay for us to be so leisurely?
Jiucai Rong noticed the other person's thoughts and smiled, "We're sure to win... from the start, we never planned to rely on our combat skills, got it?"
Don't they know their own level?
They never intended to conquer here with their mediocre combat skills!
Pseudo-humans...
Do they rely on force?
It's about possessing your friends and family, sowing discord among companions, leaving you in a state of paranoia and fear.
"As long as they think critically and analyze, they'll guess there's a pseudo-human possessing someone..."
