"Checkmate."
Mr. Zhou picked up the piece and placed it down, grinning as he said:
"Kid, you're not doing so well today! How many games has it been, and you've been losing this whole time. It's no fun!"
Yang Yan glanced at the chessboard and then chuckled lightly:
"I'm done for; you're really sharp today, old man!"
With that, he began to pick up the pieces from the board.
"Alright, enough with the flattery. Those guys should be here by now, let's go and meet them."
"Thinking back to those days when we fought side by side on the battlefield, I really do feel a bit nostalgic!"
Mr. Zhou sighed as he spoke.
Yang Yan and Zhou Hanyun exchanged a smile without saying much.
Old folks, it's inevitable for them to reminisce about the past.
Moreover, those days of war and glory are indeed worth remembering.
For his age, Mr. Zhou is still quite sprightly, able to walk without any assistance.
Considering he's already ninety, having such a robust body is truly remarkable.
