"Nine thousand!"
Suddenly, Mr. Sean laid down his mahjong tile, startling Benjamin Carter who shuddered on the floor.
"How, how could it be nine thousand," Benjamin Carter said dryly to Mr. Sean.
Mr. Sean lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth, which made his words a bit muffled, "Why wouldn't it be nine thousand? I just played nine thousand."
Benjamin Carter saw the tile Mr. Sean had played, but before he could even sigh in relief, Mr. Sean continued.
"But what you owe me isn't that little."
After saying that, Mr. Sean let out a grunt, slapped his thigh, and pushed the tiles in front of him.
"I'm lucky today, won again, even Benjamin Carter has come to pay me back."
"Mr., Mr. Sean..."
Benjamin Carter stammered, "I'm not here to pay, I..."
"You're not here to pay, then what are you here for?"
Mr. Sean finally looked over at Benjamin Carter. When his eyes fixed on Benjamin Carter, he felt a chill rising from his feet.
