Chapter 1984: So Strong

Lu Minghu, who asked the question, felt uneasy.

He looked at Lin Beixun who was sitting in front of him, his young face was lost in thought for a moment after hearing this question.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

A minute later, Lin Beixun spoke slowly.

"Right now, my odds of winning are about 10%."

Lin Beixun took a sip of white water, put the water glass on the table, and then smiled: "But give me ten to fifteen years, and I will definitely be able to surpass Qinglong and be on the list of Chinese martial arts."

100% odds.

It seems that the winning rate is extremely low, no more than 10%, but the opponent is Qinglong, the peak of China's martial arts. Compared with this, the winning rate of 10% is enough to be called terrifying.

You must know that when Qinglong was in Puhai back then, when he faced fourth-rank finger Xuantao, it was only a single move, which determined the outcome, victory or defeat, and life and death.

10%!

Sitting there, Lu Minghu was agitated for a long time, his whole face was slightly flushed, his eyes were full of excitement, and after calming down for a long time, he took another sip of water to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

"The prince is indeed extraordinary. It's no wonder that you are considered the youngest contender for the list of martial arts in China."

Luming Lake was sincerely amazed: "The odds of winning this one are probably that it can instantly kill all the people of the same age in the entire Yanjing City."

"Ninety-nine percent."

Lin Beixun nodded, not too modestly: "The remaining 1% is a variable. If it is not an accident, give me time. There is no suspense about being invincible in the mortal world."

"The blood of our orthodox Lin family has been born for war since it was born. As for Qinglong, no matter how strong he is now, he is still a mortal. No matter how much time is given to him, it will be in vain."

When Lu Minghu listened to Lin Beixun's mortal people, he only thought that Lin Beixun's eyes were higher than the top. On the way of martial arts, he had the unruly nature of the authentic Lin family, so he didn't ask too much.

But in fact, the meaning of this mortal person is far more than that.

It's just that if Luming Lake doesn't ask, Lin Beixun will not take the initiative to mention it.

"Prince, don't you plan to meet that Lin Yi?"

Luming Lake calmed down for a long time, and then recalled the things between them, and asked curiously: "That guy named Lin Yi is young, and his strength is really extraordinary."

"If he doesn't have some special skills, he definitely can't be so strong. Moreover, he may be younger than you."

The Michelin restaurant was a little empty, and only the hanging lamp above the table was turned on.

During the conversation, the chef, who had been busy in the back kitchen for a long time, finally delivered two freshly fried steaks that were medium rare.

Lin Beixun put down the water glass in his hand, took a knife and fork, and cut a piece of beef into the mouth. His voice was a little faint: "The person you mentioned may be very strong. Compared with his peers, he has a commendable strength."

"But in my eyes, his trivial tricks have not yet reached the level that I should meet."

"The last time I went to see the little-known Master Lin of Haizhou, I thought he might be a master, so I went away with excitement, but I didn't expect him to be just a second-rate guy.

Probably as soon as I pointed at him he died. "

"Now there is such a little guy named Lin Yi, instead of running to see how weak he is, it's better to keep it."

Lin Beixun chewed the beef with small mouthfuls. Instead of pairing it with red wine, he signaled the chef who was about to get off work to take a bottle of Coke.

The chef at the Michelin restaurant that Lin Beixun specially invited from France couldn't understand Chinese. He was a little angry when he came to work overtime today. He yelled a series of French, and he seemed in a bad mood.

But Lin Beixun didn't get angry, just smiled, and when the chef came over with a Coke and slapped the Coke bottle on the table to express his dissatisfaction with working overtime, Lin Beixun didn't forget to say thank you.

Lu Minghu, who watched this scene in front of him, was stupefied, and even looked at the fat cook a little more strangely.

If this French cook knew what the identity of the boss sitting in front of him was in Yanjing, he would be so scared that he would pee his pants?

Not to mention his identity, but if Lin Bei finds a little finger and rubs it against him, there is a high probability that he will go to reincarnation.

But Lin Beixun was very tolerant when faced with the French cook's chatter, but he just smiled and didn't reply. When the cook said he was tired and left, he still quietly cut the steak.

"What did he just say?"

Luming Lake asked curiously, admiring Lin Beixun's good nature even more.

"I have no idea."

Lin Beixun shook his head: "I don't understand French, and he doesn't understand Chinese either."

"Every time I'm bored and can't sleep, I call him over to work overtime. When he's upset, I don't care what he says. Anyway, I don't understand. It's fun when he's noisy."

This answer made Lu Minghu choke on the spot, smiled awkwardly, and buried himself in eating his steak.

Lu Minghu pondered, maybe this is how Prince Lin acts, otherwise, in his capacity, it would be unreasonable to ask Lu Minghu to come over and chat with him over and over again.

Others only think that in the legend, Lin Beixun, the No. 1 super dude in Yanjing, the youngest candidate on the Huaxia Shenwu list, the future super expert, and the only spokesperson of the authentic Lin family in Yanjing, may have an extremely withdrawn personality, difficult to Get along, or be particularly arrogant, after all, the strength of the family is there.

But in fact, after getting along for such a long time, Lu Minghu often just felt that Prince Lin in front of him was just an ordinary person.

He runs a restaurant, sometimes he is very busy, sometimes he has nothing to do, and when he is in a bad mood, he will clear the place, and then he will be alone in front of the French windows in a daze, but he is rarely really angry, and he hardly looks down on others.

Except, sometimes, when Lin Beixun talked about those so-called famous masters, he occasionally showed a bit of disdain.

It's not the arrogance of heart, but the arrogance that arises spontaneously from being a strong man.

But Lin Beixun, who treats ordinary people, really does not have the slightest arrogance and domineering arrogance.

After a steak meal, Luming Lake took the initiative to clean up the dishes.

Lin Beixun didn't stop him. He didn't want to move much tonight. He just leaned on the sofa and looked at the night sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. He was a little lazy, but his eyes were bright, and what he thought about in his mind was the world outside the sky.

After Luming Lake finished packing and cleaned the dishes, when he returned to his seat, he found that Lin Beixun had fallen asleep.

He leans there, eyes closed, breathing evenly, like a boy next door who's tired from playing games.

Not daring to stay here to disturb, Lu Minghu quietly left the restaurant and closed the door behind him. ...

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