Alfred’s voice was cold as he responded, his long, elegant fingers picking up a white chess piece, the jade-like piece looking dull compared to his glowing skin.

He placed it on a spot, then looked up with a smirk. “Mr. Heaton, you’ve lost.”

John, accepting his defeat, said, “Ah, I see. I’m outmatched. Mr. Shaw, could you explain where I went wrong and why the outcome was inevitable?”

Alfred stood up,淡淡地说，“Next ...