"Well then, hello Little Lin Ke, let me introduce myself again, I'm Revin, the artist Revin."
Revin stood up and pounded his chest as a gesture of mutual respect.
Lin Ke squinted his eyes and also pounded his chest, "Lin Ke Azen."
As he spoke, he sat down and looked at Revin, "Your Highness Revin, please don't treat me this way next time."
"And what if I do treat you like this?" Revin's eyes curved like crescent moons, as if smiling, "My father is the Hurricane Duke, even if I kill you, do you think His Majesty Insomnia would lose the Hurricane Duke and a level twenty-five professional for your sake?"
Would His Majesty Insomnia?
Lin Ke thought about this question immediately and then let out a deep breath the next moment.
Wrong.
He was wrong.
His first thought was how to rely on His Majesty Insomnia, rather than how to become stronger and rely on himself.
This isn't right.
"Thank you." Lin Ke looked at Revin and uttered these two words.
