Chapter 483: Hmm, a Radish?

When Jiang Feng left the mahjong table, he was bleary-eyed, his gaze vacant, his mind hollow, questioning the very essence of life.

Each member of the senior group was a hidden expert, their skills lying deep beneath the surface.

Mrs. Jiang and Chen Suhua had dedicated years to studying mahjong, encountering masters from all walks of life, and witnessing a variety of styles and tactics. They could be described as battle-hardened, invincible, always victorious, and rarely met a worthy opponent. If the director was willing to allocate more close-up shots of their eyes, hands, and expressions, along with some internal monologues, each and every game they played would provide excellent material for a film about mahjong prodigies and gambling sages.