Metaphysics tycoons rebuild the underworld in the interstellar

Chapter 132 Not Class A

Hearing this, Lingchu stood up and said with a light smile, "I didn't expect this Zhao He to have a trick to make snacks."

When Albert heard this, he looked at Lingchu meaningfully, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were complicated, he hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, Lingchu took the initiative to say: "Brother police officer, do you have anything to ask me?"

Albert hesitated for a moment, and decided to follow his heart, "Yes, I have something I want to ask Miss Ling. During the interrogation just now, Zhao He had a breakdown. He said that he couldn't believe that he would Folded in the hands of a little girl."

Zhao He was brooding over this matter.

While breaking down, he said that he killed so many people. He is a very powerful killer. He never thought that such a simple task would fail this time.

Not to mention that he would lose in the hands of a little girl.

He still doesn't understand why Lingchu appeared in front of him silently like a virtual projection, and then unloaded his gun so quickly and countered him.

He always felt that that speed was not what normal people should have.

He insisted that as long as there are two seconds, as long as he is given two seconds to react, or let him hear the breath and heartbeat of Lingchu for a moment, he will not lose so badly.

As long as there is a little breath or a two-second delay, he can guarantee that the person who fell to the ground is definitely Lingchu.

He cannot comprehend his failure.

After hearing his almost crazy, rambling words, Albert felt a strong surprise in his heart.

When he saw Lingchu, the doubts in his heart reached their peak.

When Lingchu heard the words, he smiled obediently, and while walking out, he winked at Albert, "Brother police officer, have you ever thought that it is because he is old and physically weak? His brilliant deeds , It’s all about when he was young. He’s at least fifty or sixty now, isn’t he? Declining physical fitness, sluggish movements, and being a handyman who hasn’t done these things for many years may cause him to lose to me. After all, I’m also an A-level Warrior, it’s not a piece of scrap metal, do you think so?”

Albert: "..."

That said, it seems to make sense.

but why……

He felt that it was not that simple.

Albert looked at the smiling Lingchu, who had already walked out of the reception room on her own initiative.

Seeing this, Lingfei and Zhang Huo also followed out.

Albert had no choice but to put away his gossip temporarily, looked at Ye Feng, and said politely: "Mr. Ye, you can go too."

Ye Feng stood up with a heavy face, and walked out without saying a word.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned to look at Albert, and asked in a low tone: "Is what you said just now true?"

Albert didn't understand, so, "What?"

Ye Feng frowned: "The crazy things Zhao He said."

Only then did Albert know what Ye Feng wanted to ask, he let out a oh, and spread his hands, "I don't know if it's true, but those words were indeed said by Zhao He himself."

Hearing this, Ye Feng thanked him, turned his head and left.

A heart keeps sinking.

If what Zhao Hyuk said wasn't crazy...

Lingchu's reaction ability and physical fitness are indeed not what ordinary A-level fighters should have.

Ye Feng couldn't help thinking that he was the same in the restaurant. He was obviously an S-level fighter, even if he had just awakened his talent, logically speaking, it was impossible for him to lose so thoroughly in front of Lingchu.

After all, this is an era that pays attention to talent and blood.

Talent often determines everything.

Especially between A-level and S-level, there is an insurmountable gap.

He didn't make sense, he had no power to fight back in front of Lingchu.

unless……

Lingchu's talent is not just A-level.

(End of this chapter)