Yanhuang, a courtyard house in Yanjing.

Veteran Huo's TV is off.

He took the steaming fragrant tea beside him and took a sip, his face full of comfort.

After putting down the tea, the expression on Mr. Huo's face still looked very happy.

"Okay, OK..."

He couldn't help but pat on the table.

"Although this kid is rebellious, he finally didn't disappoint me. Sure enough, it's not a big deal to be able to have such fame at a young age."

All of his words were admiration for Lin Yu.

This boy is so sharp that he is really hard to defeat his sharpness.

If you think about it carefully, you will be a little more domineering than his grandfather.

He had no mercy on the tragic tragedy of Goryeo.

At this time, the coffee table next to it suddenly stumbled apart with a clang.

The tea splashed all over the floor.

Old Huo shook his face.

I was happy just now, but I didn't pay attention to the control, so I took the photo of this Huanghuali Wooden Coffee Table that I like very much...

"Old Huo, the Consul of Goryeo just sent a diplomatic note. I hope we can assist them in arresting the planner of the attack, namely Lin Yu."

Opposite him, the middle-aged man wearing glasses, said slowly.

"Hmph, help them? Why? Go and say hello and let the Goryeo people come up with evidence, and then talk about assisting in the arrest."

Mr. Huo waved his hand, his face full of disdain: "As the Americans, I want us Yanhuang to help. These Koreans really think beautifully."

After complaining, he turned his head and continued to ask with enthusiasm: "Is there any whereabouts of that kid? I want to see him again."

The middle-aged man nodded and replied: "Our people just heard Lin Yu's call to the Li family. Now they have confirmed the location and are in the casino."

"Okay, get ready, I'll set off to the casino right away."

The old man couldn't wait to see Lin Yu again.

...

Casino, 8:00 a.m.

Sitting at the coffee table by the roadside and looking at the pedestrians coming and going, I suddenly felt that life was comfortable and leisurely.

Lin Yu held the morning newspaper and placed a cup of handmade coffee in front of him.

At first glance, it looks like a petty bourgeois white-collar worker in the city.

The hard-earned leisure made him enjoy it very much.

The rain of bullets and corpses floating everywhere is a kind of life.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains is also a kind of life.

Since he was injured, he has become more and more aware of what it means to be smooth and smooth, and to be carved into a jade.

Just as the master said: Killing is cultivation, and every little thing in life is also a kind of cultivation.

In a plain life, quietly experience another level of martial arts.

For him, it was a kind of spiritual temper.

Since ancient times, heroes have appeared in purgatory and have long spears to break the world.

After losing his proud force, he began to pay more attention to details.

The whole person's temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes in a short period of time.

If Lin Yu was the past, he was a peerless treasure sword that emitted the cold light.

Now he restrained his dazzling divine light and contained his murderous aura and sharpness, which seemed even more terrifying.

Hidden cleverness in clumsiness, use obscureness to make it clear.

Just like a piece of smooth and warm jade.

He sat there, no difference from ordinary people.

Both the aura and the eyes have been revealed.

When lifting weights is light, control is deeper.

Although his injury has not healed, he has sufficient self-protection ability.

The last serious injury became an opportunity for him to break through his strength.

I have to say that misfortune is the basis of good fortune.

...

A car slowly drove in the distance and stopped on the side of the road.

The car door opened and a strong-watched old man walked down.

After getting off the bus, the old man looked straight in the direction where Lin Yu was.

Lin Yu also felt something and slowly looked up.

The eyes of the two people collided in the air.

Although they are not hostile to each other, they have the meaning of fighting each other.

Lin Yu put down the newspaper, picked up the coffee, and greeted him from afar.

The last time I saw this old man, he suffered a severe blow and his strength was at the bottom.

Therefore, in terms of momentum, we will inevitably fall at a disadvantage.

Now, we meet again.

Ling Huo, who contained arrogance in his ordinary state, competed with the old man and was even better than the top.

"It's still a vengeful boy."

The silver-haired old man smiled slightly and said to himself.

He knew that a arrogant and powerful man like Lin Yu would never allow anyone to suppress him.

Last time I was at a disadvantage, I won a game this time.

The old man didn't care about this.

He walked slowly to the front and sat opposite the coffee table.

"You did a great job this time, I'm so glad."

The old man looked at Lin Yu and Lao Huai smiled with relief.

And Lin Yu just glanced at the other party indifferently.

"I usually say this to others."

The voice is still lonely and unattended.

In this world, no one is qualified to encourage the Dragon King of Black Prison.

The innate arrogance made him rather break than bend over.

The old man smiled: "If your parents knew about it, and heard you speak to me like this, I don't know what I would feel..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by coldness.

"If your admonition works, my parents should still be alive."

Every word of this sentence is bloody.

The expression on Mr. Huo's face frozen in an instant.

Suddenly, he didn't know how to respond.

Without their own participation, Lin Yu's parents should be able to watch their son and grow up little by little.

To some extent, perhaps he is the indirect murderer.

"Sorry, Xiaoyu, I..."

Mr. Huo spoke bitterly, and a hint of sadness flashed through his eyes.

"Don't apologize to me. My grandfather said that this is their choice, and it's not for anyone else."

Lin Yu refused to accept the other party's apology.

Sorry, these three words.

Compared with the lives of parents, what is it?

A faint and negligible tear flashed in the depths of the cold eyes.
To be continued...