The sound of dice echoed in the void, spinning erratically like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper.
"...No, seriously, what's going on with your group?"
Hai Mei was thoroughly flustered.
"Really?"
The crowd had a sinister premonition.
"Counter-attack is a great success."
As soon as Hai Mei's words fell, all the tentacles sprang into action, with even the initial tentacle escaping the hook and fiercely lashing out at everyone in the room.
"Given the special circumstances of this session, an additional round of discussion is granted for the players."
Four tentacles halted in mid-air, like four taut steel cables.
"Folks, have a good journey. I'll burn paper money for you outside the board game cafe."
Liu Zheng waved at the other three players and then pulled out a delivery receipt.
If one tentacle nearly killed them, with four acting together they stood no chance at all.
The three players looked at the delivery receipt in his hand with fierce expressions.
