Xue Yunfeng ultimately did not reveal the specifics of his plan... he merely explained the commonality between Toril's great nobles and Doomsday's boss: although they seemed to have said everything, they had actually said nothing.
Not everyone could immediately figure out how to make use of a place after learning it could be exploited.
At the very least, Perfect Baldhead could not.
He shook his head... unwilling to waste any brain cells on it.
The reason Old Dog could come up with countless bad ideas in the blink of an eye like he had today was all due to more than a decade of scrambling through the mud... getting tricked in the first few years, then learning enough lessons in the following years to trick others.
He was not cut out for that.
Perfect Baldhead had always preferred fighting violence with violence. Even if he got beaten into quitting a game, he would never submit... once he discovered he had been duped, he would try to flatten the trap without batting an eye. Of course, if he could not flatten it, he could only dust himself off and leave.
It was just a game!
Why fear embarrassment? Having fun was what mattered.
So even if people mocked him for wandering half a lifetime only to return to Old Dog's embrace, he did not care... by the time he understood that the boss's glory was not as good as his own happiness, he had already risen from a contractor to a small business owner.
Just as Snow Old Dog had only been able to keep causing trouble all these years because he enjoyed it... after all, that guy had a solid family background... even if he had been forced to retire, he still received a retired officer's pension.
Perfect Baldhead glanced