Chương 856: A New Mahjong Game

The Tang Old Master said, "What does a little cub like you have to talk about?"

Tang Thirty-Six grinned and replied, "Old rascal, do you think this mahjong game is over?"

For some reason, Chen Changsheng only felt an icy cold from this smile, and then he felt sad in place of his friend.

The first thing Tang Thirty-Six had said after coming out of the Tang clan's ancestral hall was, "What of that useless old man?"

When comparing 'useless old man' to 'old rascal', it was naturally the former that exhibited more resentment.

But his use of the latter did not mean that his resentment was fading, only that he was growing increasingly indifferent.

Indifference sprang from lack of emotion.

The Tang Old Master was far too emotionless.

On the surface, the events of yesterday had to be attributed to the Tang Old Master's wisdom and resolve.

Upon learning that his second son was working with the demons, he had placed justice before family and punished his son.