Zhi Yuan silently lay down.
"I don't think so."
Even though he hadn't lost more than five games against others.
Ninety-nine...
Those two morons even reached a thousand...
Suddenly, he felt much better.
Initially, when people outside saw Fatty and the other doing the thousand-ton finger, there was some chatter and laughter, especially with Fatty, who was single-minded, gluttonous, fun-loving, and particularly poor at math. He was known in the Military Department as a specialist in the thousand-ton finger, famous across the three armies.
But when Zhi Yuan also started doing the thousand-ton finger, everyone was astonished.
"I didn't see wrong, did I? Zhi Yuan's mind is pretty sharp; I've never beaten him once."
"That's right, and he actually lost too..."
"Hey, Zhi Yuan, how many did you lose?"
"Ninety-nine."
The crowd was in an uproar, damn, that's quite a few losses.
The number of onlookers kept growing.
They were even counting...
