Finally couldn't hold back and jogged over.
Now the two of them had played three games, and as Ling Feng gradually mastered his rhythm, Old Liu, after narrowly winning the first game, was crushed by Ling Feng in the remaining two games.
This fourth game was also about to hit a dead end, causing Old Liu to sweat profusely, his brows furrowed, staring intently at the pieces on the board, racking his brains on how to break the situation.
Faced with the check, he shivered, feeling as if it was a life-taking talisman.
"I've waited so long the flowers have wilted, hurry up!"
Ling Feng urged, suddenly feeling Old Liu had become indecisive, needing a moment to think over every move, with none of the previous overbearing arrogance that had let him win over ten games in a row.
The group of elderly men behind didn't argue anymore, instead whispering to each other, helping Old Liu strategize.
