The old man's gaze lingered on Mr. Su Bai, carrying a scrutinizing undertone as he said,
"Honestly, what surprises me the most is your chess skills. They're unexpectedly good."
Mr. Su Bai shrugged. At its core, any board game ultimately boils down to the art of "calculations." With his intellect and life experiences, condensed onto a chessboard, it indeed felt as though he was bullying his opponent.
Even though this old man might be deeply passionate about chess, even though he too was a man with a unique story, his uniqueness seemed too ordinary compared to Mr. Su Bai.
"I'm injured. I had no choice but to come here." The old man coughed, his complexion looking even paler than before. Yet the eerie undertone in his eyes was growing more intense.
