Night dark and winds high, the moon veiled in a thin haze.
On Langya Mountain, by the edge of Flying Cliff.
"Snap"
A chess piece lands on the board, shattering instantly. Then a pair of hands shoves, scattering the pieces all around,
"Playing chess, playing goddamn chess."
A suppressed roar rises from a throat.
Looking up, Boss Li of the Four Seas Gang, his face dark as water, his eyelids twitch uncontrollably, growing angrier the more he thinks.
This is too much!
His eyes fiercely widened, he exclaimed angrily: "Xiahou Yuan, is this the 'influence' you talked about? I supported you with money, food, troops, and even paid to gather information from the Demon Cult, all that effort, and what's the result? You haven't even dared to fart until now. You said you have people, where are they?"
As he spoke, he could no longer hold back his anger, and with one palm strike, he shattered the stone table into pieces.
