When night was about to fall, Milo reluctantly put away the chess pieces. He looked at Pena and said, “Your skill seems to have deteriorated a little.”
Pena’s eyebrows twitched, and he said with a livid expression, “You better get lost while I can still hold myself back.”
Several of the reporters standing around them sniggered. They had never seen their chief editor lose so badly in front of anyone before.
In fact, Pena’s chess skill was well-known throughout all of Bidara City. Pena used to go searching for other seniors to play chess with in Bidara City. He defeated them all and became the best elderly chess player. But now, Pena did not even manage to win once having played three games against Milo.
Of course, it was not that Milo was good at playing chess. This happened purely because he was utterly shameless.
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