Gu Ling and Su Liang had no interest in chopping Mo Yan themselves. At this point, scolding or beating him would be meaningless. Of course, seeing everyone get a chance to vent their anger firsthand was also genuinely enjoyable.
When everyone put down their weapons and returned to the lakeside, they resumed their previous activities: playing cards, chatting, and flirting.
"Let's begin," Qiao Cong urged Old Mu, who was shuffling the cards.
"Old Qiao, Old Bai, hurry up and put those notes back. We can't forget about our previous bets!" Old Mu reminded them of their game from before.
Old Bai and Qiao Cong reluctantly reattached the paper notes they had taken down during the act.
Qiao Cong spoke fiercely, "I don't believe I can't win at least once!"
The cunning Old Mu responded that winning required skill – Qiao Cong's whimsical playing style wouldn't make it easy to win.
