"Sigh, I'm getting old, I'm getting old. I can't keep up anymore."
Old Master Morgan said dejectedly. All his earlier vigor was gone; he hadn't even won a single hand, so he had no grounds to be arrogant even if he wanted to.
"This won't do. Come on, come on, you take my place for a bit. I'm going to go see Luke and Zola."
Mrs. Morgan had Mr. Morgan swap in for her, refusing to believe that Victor Morgan couldn't be beaten.
"Alright, then I'll come and experience Victor's skills for myself. Let's see if he's as ridiculously good as you all say."
Mr. Morgan was full of vigor himself, much like Old Master Morgan had been just a moment ago.
But the result was predictable. Even Mrs. Morgan, who loved playing mahjong, had been defeated by Victor Morgan, let alone Mr. Morgan.
Facing Victor Morgan's offensive, he too was frequently unable to hold his ground, until finally, he spoke as if begging for mercy.
