Elder Zhuo thought deeply for a moment and slowly nodded, "We don't seek trouble, nor are we afraid of it! Although I'm old, I won't tolerate any nonsense!"
"I understand! You don't need to worry. If anything comes up, I'll definitely tell you in advance!" Yang Chen smiled wryly, setting up the chess pieces, "Come on, old man, let's play a match!"
"Let's go!" Elder Zhuo laughed heartily. No one had played with him in some time, and he'd been itching for a game.
Since Qin Zhiyuan stayed in Ancheng, there was really no one left to accompany Elder Zhuo in the defense district.
The two engaged in a fierce chess match, evenly matched.
Yang Chen made sharp and aggressive moves, constantly pressing forward.
Elder Zhuo's strategy was steady and orderly, not falling behind.
Back and forth they went, leaving chaos on the chessboard.
While they were fully absorbed in the game, the room door suddenly burst open, and someone rushed in energetically.
