Master Xu unwillingly took out 3,000 yuan and handed it to Zhang Bin.
Zhang Bin patted the money and said with a wicked laugh, "Looks like I won't have to pay for my hotel room tonight. It's on Master Xu. Thanks a lot."
Tears immediately streamed down Master Xu's face. So this bastard was just trying to win money for a hotel room? And I became the sucker who paid for it?
He howled in fury, yelling at Zhang Bin, who was already getting up to leave, "Do you dare play three games against my son?"
"Is your son that good at chess?" Zhang Bin asked in astonishment.
"Young man, don't tell me you don't even know Xu Yin, last year's national individual chess champion! That's Master Xu's son," an older man sputtered angrily.
"So he's the number one chess master today," Zhang Bin said. "In that case, I won't play him."
With that, he walked away briskly, calling back from a distance, "Because I'm afraid he'll lose so badly he'll be too ashamed to show his face."
