Luo Peiyun's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment. He no longer paid attention to his son, stood up, looked around at the crowd, and proclaimed in a loud voice, "This official announces, the winner of this competition is Fang Zhixing."
With these words, the dust had settled!
In an instant!
Some cheered and jumped for joy, unable to contain themselves.
Others were grief-stricken as if mourning the death of parents, their mental state collapsing.
Fang Zhixing, however, was completely indifferent, neither happy nor sad.
Because this victory didn't belong to him, he was merely a chess piece being manipulated.
The chess player was Luo Peiyun!
Life is like a game of chess, those who understand the game live, those who can break the game survive, and those who control the game win!
"Damn, you really did calculate it right."
Xigou looked left and right, seeing the myriad expressions of people, and said with complex feelings, "You actually won this, I'm really convinced."
