The flashy white man was the first to slam his hand onto the table.
The neatly arranged mahjong tiles were sent flying into the air.
His hands shot out at incredible speed, snatching at the tiles overhead.
Before the tiles could even fall, he had stacked them into walls. Of course, this was purely a display of skill.
The Black man refused to be outdone. He stretched out his hands, and the tiles on the table flew into his grasp as if drawn by magnets.
The tiles seemed welded together without any sign of slipping apart. He even swung them around like a baton.
Just then, the Russian drunkard moved as well. His movements were rough and forceful, like a giant bear swinging its claws.
He swept up over half the remaining mahjong tiles in one grab, then shoved them in front of himself.
From the sweep of his hand to pushing the tiles forward, it took no more than a second. The walls were already stacked, clean and efficient.
It was not just Yuan Shikai's table. The other tables were also showing off their own tricks, making it look like a magic show to catch everyone's attention.
Of course, this was not merely for show. They were also marking the mahjong tiles.
In no time, all fifteen players had finished stacking their walls. Only Yuan Shikai stood there dumbfounded.
Everyone wore disdainful expressions, wondering if this rookie had come to hand over money.
Only then did Yuan Shikai realize what was happening and begin stacking tiles the conventional way, finishing last.
The spectators outside had mixed reactions. Mahjong was unlike card games; it required precise control. One had to win one's own hand while avoiding discarding a winning tile for someone else.
Yuan Shikai's earlier performance had been all