This was the Shadow Alliance cashing in on a promise they'd made to them.
So it was of paramount importance.
"Flip."
Zhang Lingfeng pressed the mahjong table and turned over the tiles that appeared on the surface.
As he flipped them, he said, "Gold threes, silver sevens, trashy twos and eights; better to ditch the east three than give up the edge three-dot."
"One-four-seven play it small, three-six-nine play it big; evens can't beat odds, edge melds can't beat middles."
"Paired tiles don't win easy, long edges have to go; if only one's out it's a good wait, two or three seen still ain't that bad."
"With a three you hang a four, with a seven you hook an eight."
"Mahjong is like chess—one careless move and your winning hand turns to泡影."
"If you wanna live long, mahjong every day; if you wanna live longer, let mahjong lend a hand."
Madam Huang listened with great interest, toying with the tiles in her hand.
