Edward Mason hastily discarded the useless rocks he had no time to dispose of earlier, leaving thirty-one gold bars in his box.
Edward turned and looked at Vincent Hunk, who was so pleased with himself he looked like his head might touch the heavens. He was all smiles, pointing smugly at Edward's box as a provocative gesture.
"Oh, look at you flaunting," Edward could not help himself but comment, quickly turning his attention to Mason King and South Wesley, "Hurry up and open your boxes, let's knock this smug bastard off his high horse!"
"Even if I open it, it's useless. All the bars combined, how many could there be? It couldn't be that Mr. King and Wesley win every round. This time, I've used every trick in the book, and I even made sure you all got a taste of the dirty tricks Mr. King once played on me," Vincent grinned, his eyes wrinkling in delight.