Budo Supreme from Conan

As night falls, the lights dim, and the moon can be seen faintly.

My name is Jiang Wudao. Now I am running for my life. I am considering whether to use my father's power to change the world. The matter starts from one day ago...

Under the street lamp, beside a stone table, Jiang Wudao held cards in both hands and looked at the pair of threes on the table, smiling evilly.

"Hahahahaha, uncle, you were fooled. Did you think I was going to lose? You are wrong. This is my escape route."

Jiang Wudao took out two cards from the cards he was holding, turned them over and showed them to the uncle. On them were two clowns dressed in funny clothes, one in color and one in black.

Looking at the two remaining cards in Jiang Wudao's hand, the uncle felt his heart pounding and he was extremely excited.

"Uncle, is there still a glimmer of hope? Well, to tell you the truth, the two cards in my hand are a pair. As long as I play them out, you will lose."

The uncle looked at Jiang Wudao pitifully and said, "Jiang boy, I have watched you grow up, can't you let me go? At least I will be spared, and everyone will not look up and see you when you look down."

Jiang Wudao had an obvious look of hesitation on his face, and finally sighed under the old man's hopeful eyes, as if he couldn't bear it.

"Well, okay, sir, after all, we have known each other for such a long time, so I will let you go. I will play these two cards one by one."

Then Jiang Wudao pulled out one card from the two cards, and placed the pile of cards on the stone table full of regrets. He did not turn it over, probably to keep the last glimmer of hope.

The uncle laughed and felt that Jiang Wudao was still too young to be so merciful in this situation.

Even not showing the front of the cards was just to preserve the last glimmer of hope, so the uncle happily turned the cards over and then froze.

This playing card has two black peach blossoms printed on it. There are also two black numbers two and two small black peach blossoms in the upper left corner and lower right corner of the card.

The two clowns have been beaten out by Jiang Wudao, which means that the biggest thing now is the bomb. Unfortunately, there is no bomb in the uncle's hand.

In other words, the two that Jiang Wudao just played was the biggest, and he would definitely win.

No matter whether Jiang Wudao had a three or a two, the result would be the same. The uncle could not win at all.

Don't talk about him, even if the uncle uses the technique of inviting gods to come over and invites Zhuge Liang over, he still can't win.

Recalling that Jiang Wudao had just said that the cards in his hand were a pair, he suddenly understood that Jiang Wudao had been prepared to play tricks on him from the beginning.

Seeing the gray-haired old man opposite him staring at the cards in his hand and falling silent, the people watching next to him also shook their heads.

Jiang Wudao arrived again: "Uncle, you actually lost in the first step of the game. You can't just think about playing out the cards in your hand as soon as possible, you also have to consider the subsequent cards."

"Also, sir, you see, it's getting late now, and I'm going to close my stall and go home. We value peace. In this game, I'll take a step back and not play the cards in my hand. How about we draw?

And this game doesn’t charge you any money, how about it, uncle?”

Next to the stone table, there is a wooden board inserted into the earth, which reads: "I invented a game, and its name is Doudizhu. Now I am teaching and will see you in a month. Everyone can challenge,

If you lose, give me ten yuan, if you win, I'll give you fifty. If it's a tie, I won't give you any money, and you won't lose. I'm poor and can't pay on credit."

"Okay, Lao Li, let's just say that you haven't asked me to play cards less in the past month. Do you think you won?"

"You can't even defeat me, and I can't defeat Wu Dao. If you think about it this way, I > you, Jiang Wudao > me, Jiang Wudao > you must be very reasonable."

"You only lost 20 yuan, and if Wu Dao hadn't let you go in the first two games and gave you a little game experience, do you think you could have fought Jiang Wudao back and forth? Don't forget, he

Jiang Wudao is the founder of this game!"

Other old people watching the battle also spoke to persuade Uncle Li.

But Uncle Zhang never said a word. His mind kept echoing what Jiang Wudao said about our draw, as well as Jiang Wudao's teachings on his poker skills and the so-called persuasion from others.

Jiang Wudao also felt that something was not right. When he looked up, he saw Old Man Li's eyes were red, his breathing was quickening, and the sound of his heart beating could be clearly heard in the noisy environment.

In addition to a few deep wrinkles on his forehead, even the blue veins are exposed.

How can you be so angry after losing two games and tying once?

Jiang Wudao was stunned. He didn't expect that Uncle Li was so narrow-minded.

Suddenly, Jiang Wudao seemed to have thought of something and slapped his thigh suddenly: "Damn it, in his current condition, if he lies on the ground without asking for evidence, I might have to pay dozens of dollars in compensation."

Wan, I didn't expect this old boy to be a prostitute."

He said hurriedly: "Uncle Li, are you okay..."

"Huhuhu, I'm fine, but this is an old problem. Everyone here knows that my heart is not very good. It's like this every time I get emotional. I almost couldn't breathe just now."

Uncle Li secretly thought to himself, "Why did you almost reveal your true identity when you were playing cards?"

Jiang Wudao was concerned on the surface, but he was very disdainful in his heart. He didn't expect that this thing could actually hold back.

You have to understand one thing. After the monster disguises itself as a human, it will inherit the person's original personality and memories. This is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing.

"Oh, Uncle Li, if your heart is not good, don't play cards with me in the future. You have to know that my skill in playing cards is to talk trash to disrupt my opponent's mind. I can't guarantee that you will be fine in the future."

After touching Uncle Li's body with his hand, Jiang Wudao suddenly showed a meaningful smile on his face.

Jiang Wudao can see the true form of monsters with his eyes, which is similar to the celestial eye in fantasy novels. In Jiang Wudao's eyes, the Uncle Li in front of him is not Uncle Li, but a monster with yellow hair. There is no doubt that the original

Uncle Li has been eaten by this weasel.

After what happened, Jiang Wudao couldn't continue his work today. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, but the other old men felt that today was unlucky and decided to come back tomorrow.

It sounds nice to say it, but in fact, I feel that I am too old. What if something goes wrong accidentally like Old Man Li and I can't survive it?

Today's work is finally over. Jiang Wudao said goodbye to all the old men and was forced to close the stall.

Under night, the chosen town was quiet and peaceful, and people who had been busy for a day had smiles on their faces. It seemed that there was no such thing as 996,007 in this world.

In addition to the twinkling stars and moon in the black sky, there are also smoke rising from the kitchen stove, showing the atmosphere of peace everywhere.

Although it is so close to the scene of Uncle Li's crime, the lives of the people here have not been affected.

After returning home, Jiang Wudao closed the wooden door of his room tightly and clenched his hands in fear.

"Hehehe, luckily we weren't discovered."

Opening his hand, there was a plastic bag filled with unknown black objects.

This is the blood of monsters. Sometimes Jiang Wudao's ideas are indeed wild and wild, but when something happens, he is really serious. He just pretended to be a bunch of monsters' blood when others were not paying attention. If you ask how it came about, it was Jiang Wudao.

It's Wu Dao's secret. You can't tell it to anyone else. The only thing you can tell is that it comes from your own mother.

If you want to ask if there are other people who wish that Old Man Li was dead so that he could eat at the banquet with tears streaming from his mouth, then there must be some. Old Man Li is not very popular and doesn't like to socialize with others. He has always been

Living alone, I'm afraid this is why monsters are targeting him, but this old man Li also has a partner.

Ordinary people can use the blood of ducks to make duck blood, but I, Jiang Wudao, am not an ordinary person. Is it okay for me to use the blood of monsters to make monster blood?

"Huh? Wait, how do you make duck blood and chicken blood? My father never taught me cooking skills at all!"

Jiang Wudao's father is not in this world, but with his great power, if you want to listen, you can naturally hear it. However, Jiang Wudao's father disliked his constant chattering all day long, so he took the initiative to delete the contact.

Already.