You More Than Anything In The World

The man who lost was shocked beyond words. What's going on? This person's words make sense. Wait, how does he know what cards I have?

He fumed, “You saw my cards!”

“We didn't. You're holding the cards, so how can we see them? We don't have superpowers.”

Immediately, the men exchanged glances, realizing the voice did not belong to anyone of them. However, there was no one standing by the door either. Who was it?

“Who was the one who spoke just now?” asked Jason, the blonde man who kept losing earlier, his eyes scanning his companions.

“Not us.”

The men exchanged glances again. As if remembering something, they turned to the children to meet a pair of sparkling eyes.

Zachary pursed his lips and looked back at them with disdain. “It was me!”

“You?” the men exclaimed with surprise. Jason, especially, could barely believe what he had heard after confirming his distance from the boy.

“You can see my cards?”

Zachary stared at the man and nodded confidently. “Yep.”

The truth was, Zachary was not too far away from the men, and they had a habit of putting their cards up high. Naturally, he could see everything.

The kidnappers gaped at Zachary, shocked.

“How do you know I'm going to lose?” Jason asked.

The question made Zachary roll his eyes. He must be really stupid. How does he still not get it when I've explained it so clearly?

“You'll find out at the end of the game if you don't believe me.”

The others laughed at Jason. “Jason, even a child is better than you. Anyway, you've already played a pair of Ks. There's no turning back now. Let's continue.”

Later, Jason had no choice but to put out one card per round. In the end, he lost again.

“Haha! Pay up! Pay up!” The rest broke into a wide grin.

“Damn it!” Jason scowled. Unwilling to accept the outcome, he continued playing another game with the others.

Once again, he lost because he did not take Zachary's advice.

“See? You lost again.”

Zachary was at a loss for words. How can he lose so terribly with such a great deck of cards?

Finally, Jason believed in the child's capabilities.

This kid is quite impressive.

For the next round, Jason brought Zachary over and said, “I want you to help me later.”

Zachary's eyes gleamed, but he asked innocently. “I can do that, but can I state my terms?”

Although the boy was usually indifferent, pretending to be cute was quite useful sometimes.

“Sure. As long as you help me win, I'll do anything you want except for letting you go,” Jason agreed without hesitation.

Zachary sat beside the man and taught him to play.

Jason had no confidence in that round. “Can I really win by playing like that?”

A frown formed on Zachary's forehead. “Why ask for my help if you don't trust me? You can play it your way, then. Don't blame it on me if you lose.”

Jason's gaze darted between the other players and his cards. At last, he chose to listen to Zachary's advice.