Old Master Ma was very old, perhaps a full generation older than Zhou Li's deceased grandfather. With his sparse white hair and reading glasses, he stared intently at the chessboard, exuding a thoughtfulness that made Zhou Li feel almost sorry for him.
As he pondered, he also murmured softly to himself.
"HISS..."
"Oh dear..."
"This... what if I move here?"
"That won't do..."
"Move this way? Check this out!"
"Girl from the Li family, it's your turn!"
"General!" A faint female voice announced from Brother Nan's phone. She quickly turned the volume off without changing her expression and looked up.
Old Master Ma, however, seemed not to have heard, still focusing earnestly on the chessboard.
"General!" Brother Nan said.
"Hmm..."
Old Master Ma gazed at the chessboard for a long time, his eyes wandering everywhere, until he finally straightened up, clapped his hands together, and spread them open—
"Ah! There! I've lost!"
