Baiyi's lips twitched. Can this old man even play chess?
But he still didn't refuse and picked up the white piece to make a move.
Marti didn't hesitate at all and immediately placed another piece.
Baiyi glanced at the old man with some surprise and made a move.
Move after move after move...
The sound of Go pieces clashing against the board echoed continuously. Baiyi's lips twitched as he looked at the large swathes of white pieces on the board, a bit helpless: "Mr. Marti, you don't seem to be very good at chess, you've already lost."
Tap.
Marti seemed indifferent, continuing to place his pieces: "Isn't there still space? Continue."
Baiyi fell silent, made a move, and captured three of Marti's pieces, but Marti completely ignored it and placed pieces wherever there was space.
Gradually, Baiyi's brow furrowed, his eyes showing thought, the piece he was about to place stopped in mid-air.
He seemed to understand what Marti was trying to say, but.....
