Chapter 120 Winner And Loser

It was almost evening by the time Finnegan finished preparing the Regenerating Ointment, worked together with Xena to apply the ointment on Waylynn’s entire b*dy, and bandaged her up.

“Old Mdm. Brown, I’ll be taking my leave now. I’ll come again in a few days.”

“Take care, Mr. Larkin!”

After stepping out of the sterile ward, Stephen, who had been waiting outside for a long time, approached. “Finnegan, can we go now?”

A complicated look spread across his face as he spoke. I can’t believe Finnegan actually kept that old man waiting for so long. More incredulously, that old man isn’t mad at all!

Finnegan nodded. “Lead the way.”

Soon, Finnegan followed Stephen to the courtyard, where he had met with Nathan the other day.

However, this time, Stephen didn’t enter with Finnegan. “My grandpa and his guest are inside.”

Finnegan hummed in response before proceeding inside.

Under the same ancient tree, Nathan was playing chess with a seemingly ordinary yet commanding old

man.

That old man was none other than Jeremy.

After a few days of recuperation, he had fully recovered.

Taking care to keep his steps light, Finnegan walked up to them and quietly observed the game.

After about ten minutes, Nathan sighed. “I’ve lost again, Old Mr. Samson!”

In the past, Nathan used to be Jeremy’s subordinate.

Jeremy turned to gaze at Finnegan. “What do you think?”

Finnegan examined the chessboard. Nathan’s remaining chess pieces included two pawns, a rook, and a bishop, while Jeremy had two rooks, one bishop, one knight, and three pawns.

end phase, and

still a

piqued. “Are you

“Yes!”

“In that case, why don’t you finish this game with Old Mr. Samson? Win or lose, it’ll be

“Have

time on his hands, Finnegan took Nathan’s place. “Old Mr. Samson, I’ll make my

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then.”

war on the battlefield, so

his rook aggressively

eyes, retreating his rook to protect

remaining bishop to check

Jeremy revealed a meaningful smile, then

insignificant pawn, turning the tables with that

maneuver.

blows with Finnegan while

offense. He sacrificed his rook to capture Jeremy’s knight, then used his bishop to displace Jeremy’s bishop and pawn,

on each side, Finnegan moved in for a

furrowed his brows, realizing he was out of moves as Finnegan’s pawns had severed all his

routes.

would be

needed only one more move to

too defensive earlier. On the other hand, Finnegan realized he was

chessboard was like a battlefield.

facing an opponent willing to stake their lives, most would choose to play it safe, and that was the

Finnegan couldn’t

about safety, trying to gain the most with the least loss and neglecting my opponent’s aggressiveness and motivating force to perish together. As a result, I lost my advantage and, eventually, the game.”

style can never be a mainstay for victory. Only Old Mr. Samson’s level-headed approach of securing a win is the right way.” Pointing at the

a few pieces were left in play, and nodded. “That’s right.

abruptly changed the topic of conversation. “So, do you

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