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Chapter 1077 - 750 chess pieces (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Chapter 1077: 750 chess pieces (Thanks for the tip!)_2

One person sighed.

"Luo Brother didn’t bring you here to daydream."

Another person rebuked, then looked toward the leader, "Luo Brother, are we taking action directly tonight?"

The target’s hotel of stay had long been under their control. They have frequently undertaken such tasks abroad, where there are even fewer constraints.

"What did I say before we came?"

"Luo Brother" said expressionlessly, with a powerful sense of presence, "This time is different from the past, we must be cautious."

"Luo Brother, we’ll listen to whatever you say."

"The hotel you were supposed to book, have you booked it?"

"It’s booked, right next to that woman’s hotel, just a few minutes’ walk away."

Luo Long, who had undertaken an important task and traveled across the sea, nodded, "Contact Fernando immediately; he has benefited a lot from us, it’s time for him to exert some effort."

"Yes, Luo Brother, I’ll call him right away."

Aside from its beautiful legends, Sicily also holds a worldwide reputation for its distinctive culture.

It is well known as the birthplace of the Mafia.

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Capital City.

Shen Zhou Club.

Song Chaoge and Fang Jun were playing chess,

It was Song Chaoge who had the greater prestige; in recent times, Fang Jun had been living in seclusion, and it was not easy for ordinary people to get him out.

Indeed.

After such a scandal, with his sister’s affair being exposed and then brutally murdered by her brother-in-law, followed by the old master’s illness, who would have the mood to show their face?

"Is Old Fang feeling any better?"

The two were playing Go.

Song Chaoge held the black pieces, placing a stone on the board.

"Much better, the doctors say he needs rest, and my parents can’t disturb him."

"It seems that the old master is still uncomfortable at heart."

A case of the elderly outliving the young.

How could he possibly feel comfortable?

Especially with such a disgraceful scandal.

"Brother Song, this isn’t a matter of comfort or discomfort."

Seemingly unsatisfied with Song Chaoge’s nonchalance, Fang Jun’s voice was colder, and his moves became heavier.

"Snap."

Song Chaoge lowered his head to look at the board, "That lawyer, when is the execution?"

"Today."

Fang Jun also bowed his head, but unlike Song Chaoge, his thoughts weren’t entirely on studying the game; at least, not completely.

"Today?"

Song Chaoge was surprised, "Is he already dead?"

"Mm."

Because of the extremely vile nature, the cruelty of the methods, and the severe social impact, Ding He’s death sentence was carried out without delay. Today was the day he was sent to the execution grounds, specifically, this morning.

He did not survive this New Year.

Song Chaoge didn’t speak. The death of a so-called top lawyer seemed to him no more significant than an ant dying by the roadside, and he calmly continued to make his moves.

"How do you plan to spend this year’s birthday?"

One has to admit, that the title of Brother was not in vain.

He actually remembered the date of someone’s birthday.

But Fang Jun had no mood to celebrate now.

Fang Ai might be dead, but the scandal she left behind clung to the Fang Family like a stinking rag.

Of course,

No one dared to say anything in their faces, acting as if they knew nothing. Yet, just thinking about those glances caused Fang Jun’s temples to throb uncontrollably, his hand originally poised to place a piece stopping in its tracks, unintentionally clenched tight.

Song Chaoge seemed to not notice these subtle emotional fluctuations.

"Don’t always dwell on the past; it’s not your fault, there is no need to be hard on yourself. Take this birthday as an opportunity to relax a bit. I’ll set up a table for you at Apang Palace and invite..."

Apang Palace.

Song Chaoge must have been thoughtless in his offer, but Fang Jun’s pupils couldn’t help but contract sharply, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Brother Song, I appreciate the kind gesture, but I won’t be celebrating my birthday this time, nor have I the heart to."

Song Chaoge looked at him.

Fang Jun lowered his head to the chessboard, "My sister’s body is still cold, yet I go to celebrate my birthday - how would my family see this?"

Even if one is a privileged son of a powerful family, one cannot act so recklessly; one must at least play the part of a filial son at home.

That’s quite different from an ordinary family.

In common people’s families, it is much easier for someone to become a rebellious child.

At this point, someone else might have found it hard to suppress a laugh.

The body is still cold?

Fang Ai’s complete corpse probably hasn’t even been pieced together yet.

But Song Chaoge, with his profound sagacity, likely surpassed most actors insofar as subtlety was concerned. Without any hint of abnormality, he immediately apologized: "You are right, it was thoughtless of me."

Fang Jun fell silent.

"Last time I visited Old Fang, I happened to meet Jin Se."

"Brother Song, your relationship with Sister Jin Se is between you and her, you don’t have to be influenced on my account."

"What are you saying?"

Song Chaoge chuckled: "She and Jiang Chen are friends; doesn’t that make you and I friends too? Haven’t we known each other longer than they have?"

Fang Jun did not respond.

"I know you still have your doubts about Jiang Chen. I’ve thought about what you said last time, and it does make sense. However, I think we should be certain. How about I ask Jin Se to arrange a meeting, for you to talk to him face-to-face?"

Fang Jun looked up.

"Was it Sister Jin Se’s idea?"

"No, it’s my personal opinion."

Song Chaoge said, "I completely understand how you feel, but if we have the wrong target..."

"Some things you can’t find evidence for, nor do you need evidence for."

Song Chaoge fell silent.

"There’s no need to meet. It’s not like I haven’t met him before, and I’ve met him twice at that."

Fang Jun rejected Song Chaoge’s suggestion. In his heart, he probably had begun to see his Brother Song as a go-between coming to make peace.

"It’s your move."

Song Chaoge looked back down at the chessboard, "Alright, since you’ve thought it through, then I won’t say more. I still stand by the same line, we are friends. Let me know if you need anything."

This was probably a statement of support.

Fang Jun, feeling downhearted, found some relief in this timely support, a slight smile finally appearing on his face.

"Brother Song, I’ve been waiting for you to say that."

"What? Do you really need help with something?"

Song Chaoge laughed, "Feel free to tell me."

Fang Jun shook his head.

A person like him, it wasn’t tangible help he needed, but rather emotional solace.

"If there really is something, I definitely won’t be shy, but it’s not a difficult matter, there’s no need to trouble Brother Song."

Song Chaoge was very discerning; he did not pry further, but praised, "That’s the Fang Jun I know."

Fang Jun’s mouth curved into a smile, Song Chaoge’s lack of questioning piqued his desire to share.

People are like that: the more concern shown by others, the more likely they are to resist; the opposite may also hold true.

"It seems fate really does play a part in this world."

"Why do you say that?" Song Chaoge casually remarked while playing chess.

"Remember that female lawyer I mentioned before, Brother Song?"

Song Chaoge nodded.

"She’s traveling abroad right now. Brother Song, don’t you think it’s fate?"

Fang Jun’s smile was devoid of warmth, sending a shiver down the spine.

"Because of her, two lives were lost, and yet she still has the mood to travel abroad. True to being a lawyer, her psychological resilience is indeed strong."

Song Chaoge said, "She probably wants to clear her mind."

"If there’s nothing weighing on her conscience, why the rush to flee abroad? Doesn’t she know that it’s not safe outside the country?"

With these words, Fang Jun forcefully placed a chess piece on the board.

"Snap."

Song Chaoge lowered his gaze to the chessboard.

The dragon has been slain.

The game was over.

"I’ve lost."

Song Chaoge conceded gracefully, without resorting to the dishonorable act of asking for a do-over. Seeing no chance for turnaround, he frankly admitted defeat.

"Brother Song, I know you let me win on purpose, to make me feel better."

Fang Jun was also adept at handling relationships.

"I wish I did let you win."

Song Chaoge sighed, "I won’t play chess with you anymore in the future, maybe we should just play cards."

"I’ve sworn I will never sit at the same gambling table with you again, Brother Song."

Song Chaoge smiled, pointing at him, then began to pack up the chess pieces.

The chess board was quickly dismantled.

Fang Jun, who also started to put the chess pieces into the box one by one, had not yet noticed that in the game that he just successfully won by slaying the dragon, by merely making one move, his opponent could have preempted him and changed the outcome of the game.

Fortunately, it seemed neither of them had realized this.

"Clack."

A white chess piece slipped from Fang Jun’s hand and fell to the floor.

Song Chaoge bent down to pick it up and placed it into Fang Jun’s chess box with a smile.

Not willing to sit at the same gambling table.

But what about being a chess piece?