"Yes!" Zhao Licheng replied. "He was lying on his side and playing chess lazily. Every time a chess piece of his gets eaten, he would throw it at my face, disturbing my concentration."
"When I was thinking, he would curse loudly or smash the chessboard to scare me."
"After being tortured by him so many times, many of my ideas were cut off and I was unable to unleash my full power. In the end, my skills got reduced to around his level."
"But at that very moment, he took out a knife.
Su Yang asked, "Did he hurt you?"
Zhao Licheng shook his head again. There was a strange glint in his eyes. "No. He… Cut off his fingers."
"While telling me stories, he cut off his fingers… One finger at a time, just like that."
Su Yang was confused.
'What is this?
'He's cutting himself at the slightest disagreement?
'Would I hit myself when I go mad?'
