They said the squeaky wheel got the grease.
Having learned from his mistakes, Xu Kun had suffered more losses at the hands of his own Uncle Yang than everywhere else combined.
That was why he had developed the habit of remaining extremely vigilant toward his old... deeply calculating Uncle Yang, no matter the time or place!
He upheld one principle: whenever Uncle Yang opened his mouth, there was definitely a scheme behind it.
So, the best way to counter a scheme was not to follow his logic.
You thick-browed, big-eyed, three-eyed uncle—either you never showed up, or the moment you did, you dumped a huge pot of blame on my head.
By now, Xu Kun had more or less figured out Uncle Yang's routine.
His methods were nothing more than using moral coercion first, making Xu Kun feel racial pride, guilt, inferiority, and all sorts of other emotions, then luring him into a trap he had prepared in advance to make up for it.
To achieve that, he could even pretend to be frail and sickly, or spread false rumors that he was about to die!
In common terms, it was called PUA!
Look, the PUA had started the moment they met.
What damn chess game? He was obviously giving him the cold shoulder.
His first words were not about the Human Race's development during this period, nor was he curious about everything that had happened to Xu Kun. Instead, he had turned the topic toward Xu Kun's many women.
A fine lady, yet why become a thief?
Usually, when it was just the two of them, fine—but today, Xu Kun was not afraid of him. He had his dear master here!
Master, please uphold justice for me!
Three parts of Xu Kun's tearful complaint were fake, but seven parts