Chapter Four: The Man They Hid

The night of my first championship. Eventually, a person's face.” Lin Zhou stared at him. “Does the ability disappear?” “Not exactly. I stopped trusting it, and it faded. Since last year, I only see a line or two on rare occasions.” Ash put the phone away. “You see farther than I did. You will lose things faster.” Footsteps passed outside. Both fell silent. Ash had refused to deliberately extend a sponsor exhibition into a deciding game. He Linchuan threatened him with an edited recording: cooperate, or be accused of match manipulation. The alleged injury was a display case built to keep him quiet. “Where is the original recording?” Lin Zhou asked. “On the club server. My account is locked.” “Did you come because you want me to retrieve it?”