“Squirrel method?” It took some moments to sink in, but when the plank whooshed upwards the dots connected and Jiao-Jie burst out in uncontrollable giggles. She covered her mirth behind a small hand, leaning her head back as a tea kettle flew past.<br/><br/>“Oh, for shame.” She addressed the two men. “You should know better than follow a man who needs the numbers on his side. Go home to your wives and family, lest their wrath will befall you as well, should you be so lucky to make it past this hour.”<br/><br/>While speaking, the petite woman grabbed a platter from the table and threw it, like a disk, at the armed man on Gan’s right.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>Result: 2, 5 = 3 + 3 (metal + improv.) = 6</em></span><br/>