"Third Brother, since Night Devil dared to come looking for you, he must have been confident—and he must be after your rewards."
Sun Wutian narrowed his eyes. "Third Brother, you'd better be careful. Does your old warehouse even have enough good stuff to give him?"
Feng Du chuckled. "Relax, old thing. Even if your grand-disciple won ten games a day against me for a hundred years... I still wouldn't owe him that gambling debt! Aren't you just helping him sound me out? You old bastard who specializes in tricking old brothers!"
His thoughts had been exposed.
Sun Wutian was not embarrassed in the slightest. "If I don't trick you... who else could I trick? Besides, if you can count one Spirit Crystal as a reward, you could afford to lose for a hundred lifetimes."
"Am I that kind of person?"
Feng Du was displeased.
Although he knew perfectly well that Sun Wutian was deliberately provoking him to obtain benefits for Night Devil, Feng Du was still unhappy. Could I, Feng Lao San, really do something so shameless?
"Besides, I didn't even use my full strength last time!"
Feng Du was extremely confident. "Could he beat me?"
But Sun Wutian could not refute Feng Du's confidence at all, because in the art of chess, Feng Du was indeed the undisputed greatest in the world at present!
So the Old Devil began plotting, hoping to swindle something good. His eyes rolled.
Another message arrived.
"Grandmaster, I've reached White Mist Continent. What appearance should I use to come find you?"
Fang Che's question made a beautiful chrysanthemum-like smile bloom across Sun Wutian's face.
This kid really understands me!
"Just come in Inspector Fang's original appearance!"
Sun Wutian instructed him, "Be more imposing, more dignified, more serious! Let your aura blaze at full force