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Click, click, click!
Uncle Nine's hands started moving, their speed and motion leaving afterimages.
Three minutes later,
the pile of blocks scattered on the coffee table had been assembled into a large octopus.
"You lost!"
Uncle Nine smiled slightly, placing the octopus on the coffee table.
Across from him was a man, roughly in his thirties, wearing only a pair of underwear. At that moment, he was kneeling on the ground, frantically and hurriedly piecing together the blocks. Upon hearing Uncle Nine's words, he panicked.
"Uncle Nine, give me another chance, I beg you."
The man pleaded.
"I've already given you one!"
Uncle Nine crossed his legs in an Erlang's pose, took out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, and with a flick of his wrist, a cigarette popped out.
He clamped it between his lips and pulled it from the pack.
Click!
The cigarette was lit, and Uncle Nine took a deep drag: "You chose this game!"
"I... I..."
