The arrogant voice, with drunkenness, echoed throughout the first floor hall of the Hokuto Chess Club.
The sound was so loud that it even alerted those who were playing chess on the second and third floors.
You need to play chess in peace and quiet so that your mind can whirl and make the right decision in the shortest possible time.
The noise from outside can easily affect thinking, and eventually, some hot-tempered chess player couldn’t take it anymore and got up angrily, cursing at the downstairs, “What the fuck is all the noise?”
A bottle of wine was thrown, grazing the man’s scalp and instantly breaking out in a cold sweat.
At that moment, he no longer dared to shout indiscriminately, but instead joined the other affected chess players in staring dumbfoundedly at who the shouting man really was.
At the fountain pool on the first floor, Morgan was so drunk that his face was flushing and his swaying body stood unsteadily, as if he would fall over the side at any moment.
But he was conscious, with eyes that looked like radar at all those who stared at him.
The bodyguards behind him escorted him all the way, but when they learned that the turf they were making a fuss over at the moment was the clubhouse of the one from the Newman family, a pang went through their heads.
They wanted to persuade the young master to leave the room, but when they saw his irritated face, they dismissed the idea.
“Stop it!”
At that moment, the lift door opened and a man in charge looked surprised and angry as he walked over, none other than the head of the club who had reported the situation to Olly earlier.
He was also a worker, and it was a tough situation for him.
On one side was his own boss, the biggest owner behind the scenes, and the other was the young master of the Patel royal family, he couldn’t afford to offend anyone!
He could only plead in a low voice, “Mr. Patel, are you here to play chess? If so, I’ll arrange a spare chess room for you.”
However, Morgan pushed him away: “Playing bullshit chess, I’m here to see Mr. Cohen, where is Mr. Cohen? Take me to see him!”
“Mr. Cohen?”
The man in charge was in a cold sweat, but when he brought in the list of guests for the evening, there was no one surnamed Cohen.
So, he cautiously asked, “Mr. Patel, have you come to the wrong place? The Mr. Cohen you are looking for might be in another club, this is a chess club, not a nightclub …”
“Fuck off! Are you fucking calling me drunk?”
“I’m telling you, I’m not drunk, I’m sober, so tell me where Mr. Cohen is or I’ll trash the place!”
With an arrogant look on his face, Morgan pointed at the person in charge of the Hokuto Chess Club and said.
“…”
The person in charge was really close to tears, “There’s really no Mr. Cohen you’re looking for here!”
“Wait a minute!”
At this moment, a man stepped out, his eyes clouded as he surveyed Morgan: “You just said that the supreme powerhouse ‘Commander of Wyverns’, who is famous in S City, was invited by you?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong?”
Morgan said disdainfully, sizing up the gent who spoke to him.
With what little memory he had left, he remembered that this person was called Rupert Kennedy, a younger generation of the Kennedy family, which in turn was dependent on the Newman family.
“You are boasting, that supreme power called ‘Commander of Wyverns’ hasn’t even revealed his identity, how could he be something that an uneducated dude like you could invite?”
Rupert spoke with disdain, not believing what he said at all.
As soon as this statement was made, the surrounding onlookers also dawned on them, and their eyes changed as they looked at Morgan.
Yes, how could Morgan, a trash, be able to invite a supreme power like the Commander of Wyverns?
Rupert paused and said with a cold expression, “You’re not using this as a leverage and then coming to Olly’s territory to cause trouble, are you?”
After saying that, his eyes were cold to the extreme, and it was clear that he had the intention to strike Morgan on behalf of Olly
However, as soon as the words left his mouth, Morgan slapped Rupert across the face.
And then he kicked at Rupert.
The whole set of movements was so coherent and consistent that the eyes of everyone present froze.
Rupert’s body was hit hard and fell into the fountain with a poof, splashing a large pool of water.
He climbed out of the water, looking very wretched, and looked at Morgan angrily, “You dare to make a move on me?”
Morgan was filled with annoyance and roared at Rupert, “I repeat, the Commander of Wyverns was indeed invited by me.”
“…”
Looking at him with a scowl on his face, no one dared to retort.
“Where’s Mr. Cohen?”
Morgan grabbed the person in charge by the collar and questioned.
“…”
The person in charge stammered and was a little confused.
Anger caused the alcohol to fade from his head and Morgan threw away the person in charge as soon as he could.
“We’ll find him ourselves!”
With that, he took his bodyguards and went up room by room to find them.
Third floor in Supreme Box.
The sound of the piano is incessant, sometimes soothing, sometimes tight.
A game of chess, too, is about to begin.
It was just an ordinary game of chess, but somehow, because of the arrival of Leo, the game changed its flavour a little.
This is not just a game of chess, but a struggle between two men.
Men will always fight over something nebulous between them, and so does a game of chess, where the winner’s side, invariably, rises some of the vigor.
Angus and Olly were watching the game.
Finally, Leo was the first to fall the piece.
Those who take the lead do not get the upper hand, but are instead second guessed as to their next steps.
Olly’s eyes were fixed on the expectation, speculating on Leo’s next step.
After a moment’s thought, he followed suit.
After a few rounds, Olly had learned Leo’s rhythm and habits, and gradually a big smile appeared on his face.
Even Augus and Judith, who were on the sidelines, could see that Leo was at a disadvantage.
However, Leo still looked calm and did not panic at all. The only thing that gave him an advantage over Olly was the speed with which he dropped the pieces, almost without thinking about it.
“It’s going to be over.”
That was the thought of almost everyone present.
But it was from here that the game changed.
Changing his previous lazy style, Leo began to take the initiative and fell the pieces faster and faster.
Olly’s face finally changed, but it was already too late.
Leo’s gaze was like a torch, and he played the chess piece like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the hinterland of Olly.
“General.”
Leo spoke indifferently, “You have lost.”
“…”
There was silence in the box as everyone looked incredulously at the somewhat messy game of chess at this point, unable to figure out what was going on.
Olly’s gaze was even more dumbfounded, unable to believe the game before him.
It was also at this moment that the door of the compartment was kicked open and Morgan, drunken, walked in.