The chess player pointed at Zong Qing and said, "You, come and play chess. But you only have one chance. If you win, you can go. If you lose, you die!"
The words of the chess player were extremely authoritative, allowing no doubt.
Win or lose determines life or death!
Zong Qing was filled with despair and bitterness at this moment, with an uncertain gleam in his eyes. His emotions were unusually agitated: "No, I can't play chess, I really can't. Senior, it was Prince Liang who attacked you just now, I have no intention of opposing you, I hope you can be magnanimous and spare me."
"Then you're courting death." The chess player immediately became angry.
As soon as he finished speaking, the ragged man from earlier smiled and charged forward: "Chess Old Dao, let me kill this person for you."
With that, he lunged at Zong Qing. Just earlier when he attacked, Tangyu and the others did not retaliate, leaving him without satisfaction. This time, he lunged forward without any hesitation.
