Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Six
When Long Xiaoshan took out the third piece of raw stone,
the onlookers around him became more numerous, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heated.
After all, Long Xiaoshan's recent streak of winning on two stones had been impressive, and regardless of his eye for stone, his luck alone seemed defiant of the heavens.
Feng Shaokang took hard puffs on his tobacco pipe, and although a smile remained on his face, one could see it was somewhat forced. Even though the total value of the two stones that Long Xiaoshan had won was barely a million, compared to the eight million he had earned, it was trivial.
But he was still feeling an inexplicable uneasiness.
Especially with Long Xiaoshan's method of having the Stone-Cutting Master cut with one stroke, one or two times it could be passed off as a fluke. But any more would be slightly eerie.
