This conversation was completely out of his expectations.
No one would have thought that in their first encounter, Bullet, who was their senior, would not give them any warm guidance or encouragement. Instead, he would directly confront them with such an aggressive question.
Or rather …
It was a unique style that belonged to the North American legend of the previous generation, testing the younger generation.
Bullet did not seem to be satisfied with Phoenix's serious answer. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly with a hint of mockery.
"Oh?"
"You sure talk big."
"If you lose too badly, will you still have the guts to say such bold words?"
Phoenix was silent again. Then, he raised his head and stared at Bullet.
He said slowly, "Indeed, I might lose.
"But since it's a belief, it won't be shaken by a few wins and losses."
Finally, Spoon reacted and said in a deep voice,
"And you might not lose."
"Victory or defeat … will only be known after the fight!"
"Even if you lose once or twice, there will always be a time when you can make a comeback!"
One was calm and firm, the other was sonorous and passionate.
Bullet still looked indifferent. He looked at the two top players of the new generation in the European eSports circle in front of him and finally nodded.
"That's interesting."
"Then … I'll wait and see."
"After all, I've never liked you old guys from the previous generation. If one day, you juniors can pull them down, I'll applaud you."
That was the end of the conversation.
The oppressive and tense atmosphere seemed to have suddenly relaxed.
The two European Law Kings, who had inexplicably endured such a sudden test, breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other and saw through each other's thoughts. They had heard before that this legendary predecessor of the previous generation in North America was not someone to be trifled with. Sure enough, seeing for themselves was better than hearing a hundred times. He was even more pressurizing and breathless than they had imagined.
The next moment …
Bullet's gaze had already landed on Lin Feng.
Someone subconsciously shrank his neck, then squeezed out a fawning smile.
"Senior —"
Bullet did not answer, as if he had directly ignored Lin Feng's fawning intention. His gaze lingered on Lin Feng for a long time. After a while, he said calmly,
"You're Maple?"
It was a seemingly casual question, but it made Lin Feng involuntarily stand up straight and nod honestly.
"Yes."
Bullet's gaze fell on the Hamster game console in someone's hand. His eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly asked, "What's your plan?"
"That Korean SSK kid got 10 minutes."
"What's your record?"
It was another direct and impolite question.
Lin Feng paused for a moment before replying.
"Eight fifty something."
He lowered his head slightly when he said this, but Spoon and Phoenix could not help but suck in a breath of cold air when they heard his answer. They looked at him in shock.
This guy …
He had hidden it well enough!
He hadn't revealed anything to them before, but it turned out that his own highest record had also reached such a terrifying level.
Eight minutes and fifty something, close to nine minutes.
Although there was still a gap of more than 60 seconds compared to F- Han Shihao's almost heaven-defying ten minutes, such a result was also enough to move any Yonkō.
…
Compared to Phoenix and Spoon's reactions, Bullet's expression did not change at all. Instead, he frowned slightly.
"Too bad."
That was a three-word comment.
It was almost enough to make the two European Law Kings at the side cover their faces and run away in tears. If the record of eight minutes and fifty seconds was still considered bad, then how were they supposed to survive for those who had barely managed to hit seven minutes and forty fifty seconds and a little over eight minutes?
But at this moment, the two tactfully chose to keep their mouths shut.
That was because they knew who Bullet was referring to and comparing them with.
Indeed.
Compared to ten minutes, a record of eight fifty something was too bad.
It was at least one rank lower.
Or even —
Maybe it was a rank lower.
Lin Feng was silent for a moment before he lowered his head and said, "I understand."
Bullet's eyes narrowed slightly, becoming a little cold and sharp. "Understanding doesn't change anything."
His tone was even more aggressive than when he was talking to Spoon and Phoenix, but Lin Feng did not seem to mind at all. He just raised his head and looked at Bullet seriously.
"I'll catch up."
It was just a seemingly unconvincing guarantee.
However, Bullet, who had been aggressive just a moment ago, suddenly calmed down and returned to a calm demeanor. He only took a deep look at a certain someone and spoke slowly.
"I hope so."
That was the end of the conversation.
Number Three next to him clapped his hands. "Okay, okay, if there's nothing else, you guys can go back first. Don't you still have a practice match to play? Your senior Bullet and I still have a few words to talk here."
This was an order for them to leave.
As for Lin Feng and the other two juniors, when they heard such an order, they felt as if they had been granted amnesty. How could they still be polite? They immediately said goodbye and left.
…
Looking at the backs of the three people running away from the balcony, Number Three shook his head helplessly.
"You haven't changed your temper at all."
"Can't you be a little more polite to your juniors?"
"It's fine if you treat the two European guys like that, but you treat our kid like that. You're overstepping your bounds. Oh, you don't understand this Chinese idiom. It means to meddle too much. Be careful, Number One will come looking for trouble later."
Bullet listened and sneered.
"Let him try."
"I owe him a favor … I've already repaid half of it by helping you these two days. Without my permission, do you think the World Telecommunications Association would agree to your request so easily?"
Bullet's words seemed to have hit the nail on the head. Number Three could only shrug.
"Fine, suit yourself."
"Anyway, it's all thanks to your help that we've been saved a lot of trouble …"
Bullet looked at Number Three indifferently.
"You think I'm meddling too much?"
"Don't forget, Maple isn't alone now."
"Even the future of my legacy is now on him. I don't care how far Maple can go, but if he gets Tang-Tang into trouble, that's my problem."
"That's true." Number Three paused and sighed. "But the pressure on this kid is a little big now. Even I feel a headache when I see him."
Bullet was silent for a moment. "Yes."
He admitted that.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to shut up after just one sentence.
After all, to break the record from eight minutes and fifty seconds to ten minutes was an extremely difficult challenge even for the Yonkō (Four Emperors).
In the next moment, Bullet said with an indifferent expression on his face,
"But since he's 001's successor.
"He should be able to bear it."
*****
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