Zhou Chenbei picked up the black car that represented himself on the chessboard and ate the horse that Liu Feihu had blocked in front of the red-headed man. Looking at the red-headed man surrounded by his white pieces, Zhou Chen had nowhere to go. He smiled and looked up. "There's no way to go, Old Liu. Your chess skill seems to still be the same as before!" He laughed as he spoke. Although he gave off a very amiable vibe, the momentum that lingered around Zhou Chenbei all the time made him look like a superior.
Looking at the chess game on the chessboard, Liu Feihu smiled helplessly and said, "It's not that my chess skill is the same as before, but yours is getting better and better." As he said this, he couldn't help flattering Zhou Chenbei.
Hearing this, Zhou Chenbei suddenly laughed
