When Jiang Jingheng said he would give a ten-piece handicap, both Qiao Qinghe and Gu Tingchuan couldn't believe it.
Can he win with such a big handicap?
Jiang Yutai looked at Jiang Jingheng's composed expression and sneered, "Don't make big claims and end up hurting yourself. Ten pieces? You think you're a chess master."
"It's enough to handle you," Jiang Jingheng said indifferently.
Jiang Yutai was infuriated; he hated Jiang Jingheng's confident demeanor the most.
He sarcastically said, "Don't go begging for mercy when you lose later."
Jiang Jingheng glanced at the hand on his watch and said calmly, "Let's begin."
Jiang Yutai, suspecting nothing, began making his moves.
This time, he played particularly seriously, aiming to turn the game around.
Watching them, Qiao Qinghe and Gu Tingchuan both felt a bit tense for Jiang Jingheng.
Jiang Wenhao acted casually, alternating his gaze between the chessboard and the living room, paying attention to both sides.
