In a regular tea house in Beijing, there were two men sitting by the window on the third floor.
They were an old man and a young man in black. There was a chess set before them with the formation of a dragon and a tiger. If there was someone who was a weiqi expert here, he would learn that the young man with the black chess piece had the upper hand in the game.
"Senior Brother, your dragon seems to be weak in the presence of my tiger!" The young man in black revealed a smirk as if he was confident that he would win. As soon as he put down the black chess piece, he chopped off the dragon's tail that was made of the white chess piece.
The old man put down his chess piece too, which broke the tiger's claw that the black chess pieces formed. He then said calmly, "I've broken your tiger's claw now. Without that, how are you different from a sick cat? Junior Brother, both of us would suffer losses if we go on. Why don't we call it a tie?"
