Liu Xin stood up and looked at Zhang Yun and Li Tianyu, "Shall we continue?" With three pieces of rough, the two they had opened had already won against the opponents, making him feel there was no need to continue the competition.
Li Tianyu looked at the remaining piece of rough and shook his head with a sigh. Even if the last piece was of the glass type, he had already lost. He hadn't expected that, after so many years in the Gambling Stone Circle, he would lose to a teenager. If the others in the circle found out, they would definitely laugh at him behind his back.
"Since we've already started, let's continue," Zhang Yun said. He didn't believe the next piece would also be of the glass type.
"I don't think the last two counts. Those were pre-selected by you; who knows who picked them. If you have the guts, pick another piece and compare with us," Li Tianyu's disciple said, looking unconvinced at Song Yan Ning and the others.
