Besides, this was my last game anyway.
Mr. Lu’s mouth twitch was getting worse. I had to say something. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”
The other players and spectators were confused.
Mr. Lu actually spoke, “Nice try.”
“No need to be mad,” I countered.
The game ended and I left the table. I moved to the bar and made eyes at Ink.
He got the hint and made his way over.
Mr. Lu was in cahoots with one of Red Stone’s people.
Well. Well. Well.