Sima Sanguang fanned the three men away with a hand the size of a palm-leaf fan and growled, "I’m no beggar, am I? Come on, let’s go to the teahouse and play a few rounds."
The three men waved their hands frantically. "We can’t, we really can’t. Nobody stands a chance against you, Master Sanguang."
Sima Sanguang scolded them, "Bullshit! I’ve already lost three rounds in a row to that Little Ding, Ding Wuxu."
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