Jiang Ke hadn't expected to see Qi Jiu on the ship.
After boarding the ship overnight, he had been keeping a low profile.
Usually, he would stay in the guest rooms on the ship.
Today, he had rarely come out to stroll, mainly wanting to gather some information, and ended up encountering Qi Jiu at the bow.
Qi Jiu was seated at a small table, playing chess with Han Mo.
He was playing with the black pieces, and Han Mo had the white pieces, with the black pieces being pitifully surrounded and attacked by the white ones.
"You should go easy on me."
Han Chen, sitting beside his brother, disapproved of his behavior and nudged him with his elbow.
Han Mo was indifferent: "There's no room for mercy in a battle between the strong."
Qi Jiu nodded in agreement: "Showing mercy to an enemy is cruelty to oneself. A wise person would never commit such a foolish act."
As he spoke, he glanced at the man who had walked out of the cabin—
"We meet again, Young Master Jiang."
