Luming Lake felt uneasy when he asked the question.

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

Time passes minute by minute.

After a minute, Lin Beixun slowly spoke.

"Now, my chance of winning is about 10%."

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

10% chance of winning.

It seems that the winning rate is extremely low, only 10%, but the opponent is Qinglong, who is at the peak of China's divine martial arts. Compared with this, this 10% winning rate is enough to be called terrifying.

You must know that when Qinglong faced Master Xuantao of the fourth rank in Puhai, he could decide the outcome with just one move, as well as life and death.

One percent!

Lu Minghu, who was sitting there, was excited for a long time. His whole face flushed slightly and his eyes were full of excitement. After calming down his emotions for a long time, he took another sip of water and suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

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

Luming Lake sincerely admired: "With this 10% chance of winning, I can probably kill all the people of the same age in the entire Yanjing City instantly."

"Ninety-nine percent."

Lin Beixun nodded without being too modest: "The remaining 1% is a variable. If it is not an accident, give me time and I will be invincible in the world. This is a matter of no doubt."

"The blood of our authentic Lin family has been born for fighting since birth. As for Qinglong, no matter how powerful he is now, he is still a mortal. No matter how much time he is given, it will be in vain."

When Luming Lake listened to Lin Beixun's talk about mortal beings, he only thought that Lin Beixun had a higher eye and had the unruliness of the authentic Lin family in his martial arts journey, so he didn't ask too much.

But in fact, this mortal person means much more than that.

But if Luming Lake didn't ask, Lin Beixun would 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 what happened between them, and asked curiously: "The man named Lin Yi is young, and his strength is really extraordinary."

"If he didn't have some special skills, he definitely wouldn't be so strong. Moreover, he might be a little younger than you."

The Michelin restaurant is somewhat empty, and the only light is the hanging lamp above the table.

During the conversation, the chef, who had been busy in the back kitchen for a long time, finally brought over two freshly fried steaks.

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

"But in my eyes, his petty tricks are not yet enough for me to see him."

"The last time I went to see the slightly famous Master Haizhou Lin, I thought he might be a master, so I left in dismay, but I didn't expect that he was just a second-rate bum. He probably died as soon as I pointed my finger at him.

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

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

The chef of the Michelin restaurant who was specially invited by Lin Beixun from France could not understand Chinese. He was a little angry when he came to work overtime today and yelled in a series of French. He seemed to be in a bad mood.

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

Seeing this scene, Lu Minghu in front of him looked confused, and even looked at the fat cook with a slightly weird look.

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

Not to mention his identity, just say that if Lin Beixun twirled his little finger at him, he would most likely be reincarnated.

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

"What did he just say?"

Lu Minghu asked curiously, admiring Lin Beixun's good temper 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 was bored and couldn't sleep, I would call him over to work overtime. When he was upset, I didn't care what he said. I couldn't understand him anyway, but when he was noisy, it was very interesting."

This answer made everyone in Luminghu choke up on the spot. He smiled and went to eat his own steak.

Lu Minghu thought that maybe Prince Lin behaved like this, otherwise, given his status, it would not make sense for him to ask Lu Minghu to come over and chat with him again and again.

Others only think that in the legend, Lin Beixun, the number one super dude in Yanjing, the youngest candidate for the Chinese Divine Martial Arts Ranking, the future super master, and the only spokesperson of the authentic Lin family in Yanjing, may have an extremely withdrawn personality and it is difficult to

Getting along with each other, or being particularly arrogant, after all, the family's strength is all there.

But in fact, after getting along with him for such a long time, Luming Hu mostly just felt that the 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 he clears out when he is in a bad mood, and then he sits alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze. He is rarely really angry, and he almost never looks down on others.

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

It's not a matter of arrogance, but the arrogance that comes from being a strong man.

But when it comes to ordinary people, Lin Beixun really doesn't have the slightest bit of arrogance and domineering arrogance.

After finishing the steak, Luminghu took the initiative to clear away 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 window. He was a little lazy, but his eyes were bright and he was thinking about the world outside the sky.

When Luming Lake finished packing up, washed the dishes, and returned to his seat, he found that Lin Beixun had fallen asleep.

He was leaning there with his eyes closed and breathing evenly, like a boy next door who was tired of playing games.
Chapter completed!