Chen Erniu did not praise his chess skills at all, but even declared on the spot that he was a terrible player.
With no other choice, the old man in traditional attire had to change his original plan.
"All right, they have both arrived! Young man, will you start first, or shall I?" the old man in traditional attire said, smiling amiably at Chen Erniu.
Chen Erniu followed the old man's gaze.
Indeed, two nondescript middle-aged men stepped out of the Mercedes, both dressed similarly and wearing the same style of duckbill caps.
At a glance, both men's complexions were equally pale.
After they came closer, Chen Erniu and Zhang Yihuan could see that not only were their faces pale, but their skin was also much whiter than that of ordinary people.
But this whiteness was not the healthy kind; instead, it had a sickly pallor that looked quite eerie.
If one encountered these two men on the road late at night, those faint of heart would probably flee in terror on the spot!
