Su Junxin was enveloped in sleep by her memories, whilst elsewhere in the base, in a tea room, two men were seated face-to-face.
A chessboard sat on the rosewood table, the black pieces evidently in a dominant position, a huge dragon-shaped formation that seemed to have the white pieces surrounded, ready to swallow them at any moment.
Qin You looked at the game indifferently, long lashes dropping to conceal the emotion at the bottom of his eyes, his fingertip held a white piece which quickly landed.
But in an instant, the situation on the chessboard changed. The black dragon's fangs were easily knocked off, the white piece was akin to an invincible sharp knife, charging directly to the dragon's vital spot.
Meng Zhou's pupils abruptly contracted, his eyes flashing with anger. Before Qin You's final decisive white piece was placed, Meng Zhou overturned the chessboard with a swipe of his hand.