Upgrading was like playing from a deuce to a king, and whoever finished first won.
Of course, there were also ways to skip levels during the game, such as the Big Joker and Little Joker, or if the dealer's score exceeded the baseline by 80 points and then another 40 points.
"Reveal your cards," Xia Lin said, laying down a Heart 2 from her hand.
"Can we pick up the bottom cards?" Liu Jingru asked.
"Yes, if we're going to play, let's play big. We can pick up the bottom cards," National King Xiao Wang said with a smile. He held a pile of Diamond 2s, waiting for Xia Lin and the others to declare the trump.
After the four of them finished dealing, eight bottom cards were left face down. Xia Lin collected the bottom cards and then placed eight discard cards face down.
"Pass," Qin Wen said, unable to pick up. National King Xiao Wang across from her winked at her.
"A pair of big jokers, I'll pick it up," Liu Jingru interjected directly.
National King Xiao Wang: (⊙o⊙)…
While Xia Lin and the four were having fun playing cards, Jack Ma, Penguin Ma, Old Wang, Lei Ming, Jiang Quanshui, and others were preparing to sing in the KTV at the tail of the plane.
"Mr. Ma, why don't you do a dance to liven things up? I want to see you dance to the girl group choreography again," Jiang Quanshui egged on Penguin Ma.
"That's possible. Is it the dance that Miss Dong's secretary did? Mr. Ma can also dance?" Old Wang asked in surprise.
That dance was so explosive, and he didn't expect Penguin Ma to have such a skill.
"He really can dance. He did it years ago," Jack Ma said with a smile.
"Come, come, I'll help you pick the song," Jiang Quanshui, never one to shy away from causing trouble, hurried to prepare to select a song.
"I'm not dancing," Penguin Ma shook his head.
"It's just for everyone's entertainment. What's wrong with you dancing? Are you shy?" Jack Ma chided.
"Then why aren't you dancing?" Penguin Ma retorted.
"I'll dance with you, anyone who doesn't dance is a turtle," Jack Ma said, adjusting his clothes, ready to dance battle Penguin Ma.
Clap, clap, clap…
The others quickly applauded. Jiang Quanshui had already selected the song, a Cantonese DJ song "Seconds Hand" prepared specifically for Penguin Ma.
Penguin Ma hesitated for a moment, then walked to the center and pointed at Jack Ma, saying, "Come."
As the explosive music started, Penguin Ma began to shake his limbs up, down, left, and right with incredible agility.
The others burst into laughter, taking out their phones to take pictures.
(For those who haven't seen Penguin Ma dance this, you can watch Miss Dong's secretary dance it, it's the same. You can also search: Penguin Ma dances the hand-waving dance, and you'll find it too. It's more fun to watch this way. (^_−)☆)
Penguin Ma freed a hand and beckoned to Jack Ma with his finger.
Jack Ma took the stage, performing a Michael Jackson-esque dance with great flair. He made a "love you" gesture with his right hand, tucked his left hand into his pants pocket, and his feet were shaking back and forth.
As they danced, they stood back-to-back, engaging in a dance battle.
"Hahaha…"
Old Wang laughed so hard he could barely breathe, almost passing out.
When the song ended, both of them were breathing heavily from exhaustion.
"Haha… you two are too talented," Lei Ming said with a smile and applause.
"Stop the nonsense, it's your turn," Penguin Ma said, returning to his seat and taking a sip of water.
"I really can't dance. My dancing is awkward and lifeless, like a dummy the whole time," Lei Ming quickly waved his hands.
"You can just roll on the ground, don't talk nonsense," Jack Ma urged.
Finally, Lei Jun and Jiang Quanshui took the stage and performed an awkward dance with blank expressions.
Old Wang said his bones were too old and he couldn't do it, so he would sing a song for everyone: "Fake Monk."
Although they had been flying for eleven to twelve hours, everyone felt completely unbored and had a great time.
They arrived in Great Britain at one in the afternoon, which was seven in the evening in China.
As soon as they disembarked, the airport was filled with black Mercedes-Benz cars. On both sides of the cars stood burly men in black suits and sunglasses.
Dula Pete led Xia Feng slowly off the plane.
"Patriarch," the people from the Dula Pete family who came to pick them up called out.
Dula Pete waved his hand at them and said, "Master, please."
Xia Feng walked off the plane, with Xia Lin closely following behind him. She held Liu Jingru's hand, a smile on her face.
During the flight, they played Upgrade, and she and Liu Jingru won nine rounds, while National King Xiao Wang and Qin Wen only won six rounds, meaning they lost three times.
They had the right to designate the two of them to say "I love you" to three different people.
Dula Pete personally opened the door of the first car for Xia Feng and bowed, waiting for him to get in.
Meanwhile, Ying Lun Pete walked to the other side and opened the car door for Xia Lin, waiting for her to get in. Finally, it was his territory, and he could finally do something.
After being a tool person for so long, coming to Great Britain, wasn't it just asking for him to show off?
In Great Britain, who was Ying Lun Pete afraid of?
"You guys go ahead and play for a day or two. I have something to attend to first," Xia Feng said, instructing Xia Lin.
Xia Feng planned to deal with those birds from the lower realms that night, and then take Xia Lin to try their skills against cultivators. He wouldn't let any of those who targeted China and acted inhumanely off the hook.
Xia Feng intended to take only Pope Paul with him to meet the angels. They couldn't bring anyone else who had descended from the immortal realm.
After all, there was still a certain degree of risk involved.
"Okay," Xia Lin nodded.
The motorcade proceeded in an orderly fashion towards Peter Castle. Dula Pete had already arranged for lunch.
Although it was already past one in the afternoon, it didn't prevent them from dining.
Half of the prepared luncheon was Western cuisine, and the other half was Chinese cuisine.
Dula Pete was worried that Xia Feng wouldn't get used to Western food, so he specially invited a Chinese chef to prepare Chinese dishes.
The group sat around the long dining table, eating harmoniously. In the afternoon, Ying Lun Pete would take them on a tour of the castle.
Dula Pete, on the other hand, was responsible for entertaining Old Wang and his group.
Xia Feng called Paul the Pope, Dark Spirit, and King Hughes over.
"Paul, I'll take you to the Vatican shortly to resolve the matter of the angels descending first. You two stay by my sister's side," Xia Feng instructed the three of them.
"Yes," the three quickly replied.
Xia Lin had Dula Pete, King Hughes, Dark Spirit, and Long Aotian by her side, so there was no need to worry about her safety.
Even if there was danger, what could a whole country do? Any one of them could stall for a few minutes, and he could arrive in minutes.
If anyone were to pose a life-threatening danger to Xia Lin, Xia Feng wouldn't mind destroying a country by himself.
After arranging everything, Xia Feng grabbed Pope Paul and flew away in broad daylight, disappearing from everyone's sight like a shooting star.
Xia Lin and the others were a bit tired from touring the castle. Xia Lin looked at Ying Lun Pete and asked, "Little Peter, are there any fun places to go in Great Britain at night?"
"Lin'er, I'll take you to a party tonight. The upper class of Great Britain loves to hold parties," Ying Lun Pete said with a smile.
"Okay, let's see what Western parties are like," Xia Lin nodded.
No one had any objections to going to a party. They had come out to show off, so who were they going to show off to if they stayed at home?