Trazyn chuckled softly, savoring the pleasant feeling of victory about to brush across his face.
Who would have thought that, the very next moment, Perturabo shoved over his tiles and shouted.
"Self-draw! Thirteen Orphans Thirteen-Sided Wait!"
Had Trazyn been holding water in his mouth, he would surely have sprayed it several meters away.
He stared at Perturabo and asked in confusion, "Have you lost your mind? A false win means paying everyone's losses!"
Perturabo remained perfectly composed. Pointing at his tiles, he said, "How was it a false win? Please explain it to me, Trazyn. I'm all ears."
Trazyn looked closely and saw that the Six Bamboo tile Perturabo had just drawn had somehow become a White Dragon tile!
It completed the final tile Perturabo had been missing!
How was that possible?
All the White Dragon tiles were clearly in his hand. Perturabo could never have drawn one!
Trazyn examined it carefully and noticed something strange.
This White Dragon tile... seemed a little thin...
One-thousandth of a second later, Trazyn understood and inwardly cursed Perturabo's shamelessness.
This so-called White Dragon tile had been ground into shape by Perturabo's fingers! With Primarch-level processing power, the White Dragon tile Perturabo had made could even pass for the real thing.
Trazyn held back a breath of frustration and could only grudgingly accept Perturabo's win.
The chips won by Thirteen Orphans Thirteen-Sided Wait directly cleaned out the other three players, allowing the Imperium of Man to once again maintain an enormous advantage over the other civilizations.
When the next round began, the mahjong tiles had to be replaced.
But before the new tiles could be brought to the table, a voice came from behind Shadowsun.
"Hee hee... little one, let me help you."
Because of the chaos and unpredictability of the game, Tzeentch had