Soon they reached the Mahjong round, and the two were playing a two-person version of Mahjong.
After confirming there was nothing wrong with the Mahjong tiles, they started shuffling. Being experienced players, each could tell by the other's technique that they had the same idea.
It looked as though their hands were constantly moving, but the tiles beneath them remained the same few.
Seeing this, Tong Sanlang sped up, his hands blurring into afterimages as he thoroughly mixed up Mo Buping's tiles beneath his hands.
In the world of Martial Arts, speed is unbeatable. As long as Mo Buping couldn't match his speed, Tong Sanlang was sure to win this round.
Mo Buping, seeing this, simply stopped shuffling. The slight smile that was always present on his face showed a different expression for the first time. He said helplessly, "Lord Count Tong, if you do this, we can't continue the game."
