After such a major public security incident, the only reason he was still sitting obediently in his chair as a sparring partner was... because he ran the slowest.
While the onlookers scattered in all directions, this unlucky little fellow squeezed into the front row had barely turned around before a large hand clamped down on his shoulder and forcibly pressed him back into his seat.
So of course he wanted to run now.
After all, the prize for winning was only a basket of buns. How much could that possibly be worth? Why was he risking his life over this?
"How could this be illegal? Go through New Penacony's public security laws from top to bottom. Which rule says you're not allowed to drag people over to play chess?" Chen Li spread his hands, perfectly justified.
"Then... could you at least give me a helmet?" The tourist opened his mouth, realized he had no rebuttal, and could only settle for the next best thing.
Indeed, in New Penacony, this sort of behavior was not illegal.
As long as the other party had an NPC certificate, even murder was not illegal.
Don't ask. The answer was "plot necessity"! It was part of an Easter Egg!
"Honestly, you're a weird one. Who wears a helmet to play chess? You need helmets for fishing." Chen Li looked at him as though he were an idiot.
"F-fishing? Why would fishing require a helmet?" The tourist became even more confused.
"You'll understand if you ever get the chance to be in charge." Chen Li shook his head and ended the subject.
"Stop this! If the Miraculous Forger were watching from heaven, he definitely wouldn't want to see you forcing people to play chess like this!" Seeing that the helmet was hopeless, the tourist took a