Chapter 85

On a busy street corner, Carson sat on an old wooden bench. In front of him, the chessboard was spread out with great tension. This street was quite crowded today, mainly because of the chess game that attracted attention. Someone never lost and was arrogant. People gathered there to watch that person fail.

Several people had tried and were always defeated. The man's arrogance was getting higher and higher. He even went as far as mocking everyone there as 'fools'. That annoyed people even more, but no one dared to come forward because they didn't trust him.

Suddenly, someone raised his hand and sat on the chair. That person was Carson, and now Carson would fight intelligence through street chess. That instant, all hopes were on Carson to slap the man's face in defeat.

The man had dishevelled hair and was dressed in shabby clothes, looking very confident. He was a local chess player known for his disdain for others. In contrast, with his calm gaze and peaceful face, Carson looked as if