Elder Theodore Shelby was irritated by the noise, "Zhao Heng, a true gentleman watches the chess game without comment, understand?"
Zhao Heng laughed slyly.
Shen Ke said in a low voice, "Miss didn't fail to see the trap, did she? Or did she jump into it on purpose?"
Shen Zhou raised an eyebrow and calmly made his move.
As Ming Jing said, the game of chess is like a battlefield. It is only when the chess pieces are deployed from the starting point that the real battle begins.
The violent clashes on the chessboard are invisible to the naked eye, but they have lethal power.
Gradually, beads of sweat appeared on Shen Zhou's forehead. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his pace of play slowed down, until he was only making a move every ten minutes.
Meanwhile, Ming Jing was as light-hearted as the wind in the sky, even finding the time to sip tea with a smile.
As if making a decision, Shen Zhou slammed down a chess piece.
