Lu Jiahao was stifled by Qiao Qing's words. He snickered, "You don't have your dad's skills but you sure talk big. I've heard of your dad. And I'm familiar with your name as well. If it's your dad who's standing before me right now, I'd gladly play against him for the next game. But, you, hehe, you aren't worthy to play against me."
He then gave Zhang Liang a look, "Zhang Liang, teach her a lesson. After you're done, we'll leave. From what I can see, people from the City of Brisk sure are crazy. They're so desperate, they are willing to invite up the least capable person."
Everyone down there felt angered yet again by his words. The way they looked at Lu Jiahao was like they were looking at a nemesis.
Zhang Liang put down his bag and came to the Go board, "You want to be black or white?"
He had lost that last game. So that meant it wasn't up to him to decide which color he wanted.
