Zhao Jianzhong and Se Kong's gambling game had come to the final round, and four people were shuffling the cards.
Se Kong's eyeballs were darting around wildly. Ying Tianshou's shuffling technique was very peculiar; the patterns on the back of the cards would flash eerily during shuffle, making it impossible for an ordinary person with good memory to keep track of the cards' positions. Even though Se Kong had tried her best to memorize, she could only recall the location of a dozen or so cards, which often proved to be futile.
As the four players shuffled the cards, Se Kong quietly pressed down on four East Wind tiles in her palm. Who could have expected that the mahjong tiles would suddenly emit a burning heat, making Se Kong release her grip, and in an instant, the four tiles were scattered beyond trace.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Jianzhong asked.
Se Kong blew on her palm and muttered, "It's nothing."
"It seems my luck is quite good."
