Well, it seems like this old body is on its final stretch. I was hoping I could hang in there for a few more years to watch that little rascal Feng Yi grow up. But, my health keeps on deteriorating, and it seems like it's irreversible now. So, that might just be wishful thinking.
"Rascal, join me for a couple of rounds of chess after you finish cleaning." Lasso slowly walked out of the room and sat on a stone chair, instructing Feng Yi.
Chess? Lasso rarely played chess with him, this little numbskull, for two reasons. One, Lasso didn't want to waste time with him, this amateur. Two, when Lasso harbored some troubles. Clearly, the old man's sudden invitation to play chess was the latter. Every time they played chess, Feng Yi was either being tricked or, well, being tricked.
"Chess? What's going on? What happened?"
