The old man looked at the chessboard for a long time with his brows knitted before he raised his head at Su Tao and smiled. “You lied to me, you’re clearly an expert in this.”

Su Tao chuckled, “Deception is all part of the warfare. I purposely made myself look weak just so that I can defeat you.”

When Sire Shui saw how cunning Su Tao was, he wasn’t furious, but felt fresh. If it was someone trying to curry favor with him, then it’s meaningless even if he could win.

Sire Shui’s skill in chess was much better than those old folks in the Old Street, and Su Tao had relied on the fact that his opponent had underestimated him to catch his opponent by surprise. Thus, this game did not last for long before Sire Shui conceded. Because of this, the latter felt unhappy and he had brought out his skills in the second game. In contrast to his fiery temper, Sire Shui was calm in the game, and every move was as firm as a mountain. Although Su Tao was proficient in chaotic and hard battles, he got himself surrounded and lost by two pieces.

In the third game, Su Tao had completely changed his style, and used the same style as Sire Shui, to consolidate at every step. The old man also knew what Su Tao was thinking, so he changed from being defensive to offensive, permeating killing aura. However,...