C445 How Mystical

Ten days later, it was night. A storm was brewing.

In the tent.

Beside the chess board, Blackie landed with a crisp sound, startling Liu Ape, who was sweating profusely.

He held the white piece in his hand and looked at the black and white board, racking his brains, his hand slowly descending, trembling. When he was close to the board, he suddenly heard a short "Report — —" from outside