"How about this—" Yi Lin suddenly pointed at the cane in the corner covered with dust, smiling, "My legs are not very convenient, and I have a bit of a herniated disc. If I win, could I borrow your cane?"
"Borrow?"
"Yes, just borrow. There's borrowing and returning, right? Maybe we could become good friends."
Edward thought for a moment, seeming to find nothing wrong with the request.
After all, he wasn't going to lose.
"Old man, what if you lose?"
Yi Lin had already prepared his response, "If I lose, then you are the wiser Edward."
"Deal!"
Edward shuffled the cards with practiced ease, flicking them into an impressive display.
Soon, all fifty-two cards were neatly arranged on the table.
That technique.
Yi Lin nodded to himself in approval.
No wonder the short, fat old man accused Edward of cheating.
