"Although Qingtian Security Company has been handed over to Brother Long to manage you, you will always be Mr. Lin in the hearts of us brothers!"
Lin Xiao shook his head, smiled, and stood up.
Holding the wine glass in one hand, he chuckled and said, "I haven't seen you for a while, but you talked a lot more than before."
"Haha, big brother is so impressed!"
Li Tianyuan said with a smile.
Then Li Tianyuan raised his head and drank the full glass of wine in one gulp.
Others were not to be outdone, even the few women in Qingtian Security Company drank their own glasses of red wine.
As for Qin Wanqiu, she did not get up, but silently poured herself a glass of red wine and drank it all in one gulp.
After drinking, Lin Xiao just sat down, and Zhao Dezhu on the other side stood up again.
Zhao Dezhu looked at Lin Xiao and said, "Mr. Lin, I have already asked my brothers for their opinions."
"Everyone agrees that we all need to go to the place you mentioned to have a good experience!"
"With our current strength, we can no longer even continue to work for you, Mr. Lin, and we brothers don't want to be idlers, so we hope that Mr. Lin can agree to our request!"
Hearing this, Lin Xiao frowned slightly, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
He looked at Zhao Dezhu and said: "Let me make it clear to you first. Even if you are a grandmaster in that place, there is a 70% chance that you will fall there."
"If you people go, I'm afraid not more than half of you will be able to come back alive in the end."
"The mortality rate is close to 50%, have you really thought about it?"
As soon as these words came out, many people present took a deep breath.
Although the strength of the Grandmaster is far inferior to that of the Great Grandmaster, it is still enough to be called a master.
But even a powerful grandmaster had a 70% mortality rate after going to the place Lin Xiao mentioned!
This death rate has exceeded the imagination of many Grandmaster members present.
This is true for a grandmaster, not to mention people like Zhao Dezhu who have only entered martial arts not long ago.
The mortality rate of nearly half means that more than a hundred people like Zhao Dezhu went there, but only fifty people, or even fewer, might come back in the end.
With such a high death rate, even the members of the Grandmaster present felt frightened.
"Mr. Lin, instead of living like a waste and living an ignoble existence, it's better to give it a try!"
"Yes, from the moment we decided to follow you, Mr. Lin, to leave the East China Sea, we brothers had already left life and death behind!"
"Hey, they say that risks and opportunities are directly proportional. The mortality rate in that place is so high, but if we come out alive in the end, how strong will we be?"
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What everyone didn't expect was that none of the Qingtian members present felt scared or flinched because of the 50% mortality rate.
On the contrary, Zhao Dezhu and others all had firm expressions, and there was a fighting spirit slowly rising from their bodies.
"Mr. Lin, this is the attitude of brothers. You should not say anything more."
"We don't want to do anything, we just want to be a sharp knife in your hands!"
Zhao Dezhu looked at Lin Xiao and said in a deep voice.
Lin Xiao's eyes swept over everyone one by one, then nodded and said: "Okay! Since everyone has this idea, I can't dampen everyone's interest."
"Drink to your heart's content today, and when you come out from there, I will give you the grandest welcome ceremony!"
Seeing Lin Xiao nodding in agreement, Zhao Dezhu and others all breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, one hundred members of Qingtian raised their glasses, and Zhao Dezhu said loudly: "Then we brothers will wait and see how you will welcome us, Mr. Lin!"
"Haha, what? Are you afraid that my arrangements will not satisfy you?"