Persephone slowly placed a card on the table. It was the number 2.

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer grinned with satisfaction and said to the host Shi Shen: "Announce it quickly!"

Shi Shen looked at Brown Bear and said in a steady voice, "Mr. Brown Bear wins this round and gets 1 point."

"Go on." Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer threw another card with the number 3 engraved on it onto the rustic wooden table. The metal card collided with the tabletop, making a crisp sound.

Bourbon felt Persephone, who was sitting in a wheelchair next to him, flinched, suspecting that she was frightened by the brown bear. Then, Bourbon saw Persephone put a number 2 on the wooden table.

Shi Shen glanced at the two cards on the table, his eyes swept over Brown Bear and Black Horse, and he calmly announced, "Mr. Brown Bear gets 1 point."

Then, Persephone actually placed the number 2 on the table before Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer placed his card. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling with nervousness, "This is the last number 2."

However, Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer has not yet made his move.

Bourbon rolled his eyes, took out a pen from his inner pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it gently. The pen drew a curve on the table, stopping just to the right of the brown bear.

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer looked up at the Siamese cat and said, "What do you mean, kid?"

"The rules only say that cards cannot be destroyed or discarded, but they don't say that they cannot be altered." Bourbon smiled kindly and continued, "You probably didn't choose the number 3. You were worried that those black-robed people would not keep their word. Although you could win with the number 2, you suspected that there was some trickery, so you chose the number 1."

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer ignored Bourbon and grabbed a marker to change the number on the card.

The host Shi Shen glanced at the Siamese cat standing next to the wheelchair and did not stop the brown bear from changing the numbers on the cards, seeming to condone this behavior.

Bourbon paid close attention to Shen's every move, trying to get a glimpse of the true meaning of the game, but unfortunately the gray mask obscured the host's expression.

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer was very confused at this time. He had three cards with numbers 2 and 1 in his hand. He looked up at the thin Siamese cat, and then looked at the number 2 on the table in front of the black horse.

"Change the number to 2. If it doesn't work, it's a draw." Bourbon gave Brown Bear another suggestion, and he hoped to verify his guess through this round. If it was correct, then they would have a way to ensure that both rabbits would win, and it would be a win that no one else could achieve.

The cobra woman in the corner curled her red lips slightly, her eyes were always on the Siamese cat. But Bourbon's attention was focused on this duel and he had no time to care about the other party.

"Mr. Siamese Cat," Persephone called softly, and when she saw the Siamese cat's eyes on her, she continued, "If your plan succeeds, I will undoubtedly be the last one in this game."

"Sorry." Bourbon knew that if he could really win by changing the numbers, then Brown Bear would definitely ask Dark Horse to change the card with the number 3 to 1, and the result of the game would be that Miss Dark Horse would get 0 wins, and might even enter the loser's revival match with the participant who failed to successfully eliminate the card.

Persephone sighed softly and looked up at the Siamese cat. The expression of the man under the mask was not clear. "Have you tricked me again?"

Bourbon loosened his clenched fist and clenched it again, repeating this several times, and said in a deep voice: "Let's see the result first."

"Okay." Persephone placed her hands on her knees and watched Brown Bear place the modified cards on the table. Just like what the Siamese cat said, the black ink alone could not cover up the marks of the engraving.

The host announced calmly, "It's a draw, neither side gets any points." Then he took the cards back, took out a handkerchief he carried with him, and wiped off the black ink.

"Boy! You lied to me!" Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer stared at the Siamese cat, with anger surging in his eyes.

Bourbon paid close attention to Shen's every move, trying to figure out where his inference was wrong. He apologized, "I was thinking about you. If I didn't want you to win, I wouldn't have given you this advice."

"Don't play tricks on me!" Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer stared at Bourbon and roared.

"I remember the name of the loser's revival match was 'The Unmoving Roulette'. It sounds like a game of luck. If the use of force is prohibited like it is now, it would be very disadvantageous for you." Bourbon looked at the brown bear.

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer angrily broke the marker, and the black ink seeped out from between his fingers and dripped onto the quaint wooden table.

Bourbon glanced outside the door and said, "There should be some admirers of yours over there. If you fail..."

"Boy!" Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer interrupted the Siamese cat and threatened, "You'd better not let me find out that you have any bad intentions, otherwise... hehe..."

Persephone turned her head and looked outside, her lips curled up slightly, "Mr. Brown Bear, I don't even have a single win right now. If I enter the loser's revival match, I will most likely choose you."

Bang!

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer slammed his hands on the wooden table. He leaned forward and stared at the man and woman in front of him, "How dare you!"

Persephone glanced at the Siamese cat beside her and pretended to be weak. "After all, Mr. Siamese Cat said that the loser's revival match probably can't use force, so it will be a battle of wits, which is very beneficial to me."

"Threatening me?" Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer looked at the woman in the wheelchair wearing a black horse mask. He hadn't paid much attention to her before. After all, the meat of disabled people is not tasty. "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you directly?"

"I'm afraid, but I'm sure the host won't let you have your wish." Persephone looked at the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer.

Bourbon guessed that Persephone's fear and weakness were all pretended. After all, how could a woman who could deceive more than fifty people with him be so timid and afraid?

Bourbon didn't pay too much attention to Persephone beside him, but instead focused on the host. If the brown bear took action, would he really stop it? Bourbon was not sure, but he hoped that there would be a conflict of force between the brown bear and the black horse. At worst, he would rescue the black horse later.

Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer stared at the smile on the black horse woman's face, feeling uneasy. "What do you want to do?"

Dark horse Persephone placed a number 3 on the table, looked at Brown Bear, and said with a smile: "Lose to me, or I will definitely drag you into the loser's revival match."

In the corner of the room, the cobra woman folded her arms and leaned against the wall, her eyes always fixed on the Siamese cat.

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