A moment later, at Yi Dong's place...
"So both of you really lost more than twenty rounds non-stop?" Ji Xiaodao, clad in a black trench coat and leaning against the sofa, had an incredulous expression on his cold face. "Unbelievable..."
Yi Dong was sprawled dejectedly on the table next to all sorts of cards, chess pieces, instruction manuals, and game tokens, looking like he was plagued by grievances. "Although I haven't been particularly successful in these games, especially against him, who would have thought the other three would be so merciless."
"I wholeheartedly agree." Wanyang, equally sprawled on the table, was a tall, cheerful fellow. But at the moment, there was a lifeless look in his eyes and his face looked drained, like a beaten spouse. "I owe Kanglan twelve meals, Motan eight meals... and the worst thing was that when I owed Yu Chen three meals, she graciously declined... oh, I'm ruined..."
