Old He's dark face flushed red again, his aged eyes bloodshot—naturally, from anger.
The next moment, he cried out like a madman, "No! I was careless just now. Another game!"
The little girl tilted her head, shrugged her tiny shoulders, and said, "Playing chess with you is super boring. You're just too weak."
The moment those words came out, Old He nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yet the little girl still would not let him off. "Fine, fine. Seeing how old you are, I won't hold it against you. You don't even have to call me Great-Auntie anymore. I've seen plenty of old men like you who can't accept defeat."
As she spoke, the little girl turned and walked out of the crowd. At some point, an old woman had appeared in the distance.
The old woman was dressed much like the little girl. They looked as though they had come from some tribe.
At that moment, the little girl said to the old woman, "Granny Kui, you always say that true recluses hide among the bustling streets, and that old men playing chess in places like this might once have been giants of their time. I just tested him... that old man in the green robe was really weak!"
"Little girl, you... pfft!"
The little girl had said it loudly, and Old He finally could not endure it any longer. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
He clutched his chest and pointed at the little girl with a wildly trembling finger... couldn't accept defeat, so weak, Great-Auntie!
It was simply too infuriating.
"Old He..." The elderly men hurriedly rushed over and helped Old He up.
At the same time, several old men charged toward the little girl, bristling with anger.
Before they could speak, the little