Xia Pingzhou walked step by step towards Su Zimai, his face showing no expression, yet his gaze was as cold as a deep ravine.
The auction hall was clearly noisy due to the battle between Lan Duoduo and Xu Lin, with earthquake-like clamor constantly echoing around, never stopping in the ears. But to Su Zimai, the footsteps of this cold-faced youth were extraordinarily loud.
Her heartbeat almost overlapped with his footsteps, like ten thousand tiny people fiercely stomping on her heart.
"If I lose... I'll die," Su Zimai thought to herself as she took a deep breath, "I can defeat him... even if I can't win, I must hold out until the leader returns."
She silently lowered the brim of her Magic Hat, observing Xia Pingzhou from the shadows like a wary little wolf.
At this moment, with himself as the center, a circular chessboard with a forty-meter radius unfolded in Xia Pingzhou's mind, helping him see every detail within the chessboard.
