Everyone knows that Zhong Liyuan is the most dangerous chess player in the capital. He is silent but can make the difference between life and death.
He took the little fool named Yun Buqi back to his house and regarded him as a living chess piece and a plaything in his palm.
For three years, he watched with cold eyes as this chess piece struggled to survive in the crisis he had set up, blocking countless open and covert attacks for him. He was addicted to the pleasure of controlling everything and thought he had no plan left.
Until the night of the palace coup, the rebels smashed the door to pieces with iron hoofs, forcing him to a desperate situation.
In the blood and fire, the "chess piece" that had always been curled up behind him slowly stood up straight in the sea of blood and corpses.
Yun Buqi wiped the blood from his lips and looked back at the senior brother who once held chess all over the world. There was no longer any confusion in his eyes, only a look of disdain.
"Senior brother, your chess game is over."
"The next step is my world."
Intention: chess