Meanwhile, at a hotel in the city center.
Jin knocked on the room door, lowered his gaze respectfully, and said, "BOSS, the King of Haman has sent you an invitation to a banquet, hoping that you could attend and meet with him."
"Click!"
Fu Weizhi coughed, his pale fingers pinching a white chess piece, and placed it on the board, his voice light, "I see. You may go now."
Jin bowed and left the room.
Fu Weizhi glanced at the white pieces on the chessboard and slightly lifted his gaze to the person sitting opposite him, "Doctor, it's your move."
Shen Zhong's expression was cold, and without hesitation, he placed a black piece on the board.
Fu Weizhi looked down at the board, holding a white piece in his hand for a long time without moving, then said, "I have something I want to tell the Doctor."
Shen Zhong's eyes showed a slight fluctuation, but his face remained indifferent, "What is it?"
Fu Weizhi looked up, "Your son, Shen Huai, is dead."
