The question was asked.
Logan Lu, a well-known figure in Beijing’s wastrel circle, was full of anxiety and kept his posture low.
Normally, shady business like bullying men and women wouldn’t be handled by someone at his level. If he fancied a girl, his underlings would take care of it for him.
To be blunt, Logan Lu was the kind of guy whose word carried weight—wherever he went, people respectfully called him ‘Brother Lu.’
But the person he was facing now was different.
This guy’s surname was Lin, given name Blake.
He was the undisputed number-one wastrel in all of Beijing.
Standing behind him was the Orthodox Lin Clan—a force so terrifying it could make countless major families lose their nerve.
Almost no one from the Orthodox Lin Clan ever shows themselves in public. All these years, only Blake Lin has come out, arrived in Beijing, gotten into a few fights, and earned his wastrel reputation. It all looks simple, but it’s unmatched.
But the people Blake Lin challenged back then were all legends.
Blake Lin was basically the Orthodox Lin Clan’s public face.
There were all kinds of rumors about Blake Lin’s power—some even said he might become the youngest challenger in history to the China Divine Ranking.
He had a big reputation, but not many people had actually met him.
Logan Lu was one of those few. Back when Blake Lin first came to Beijing, before he was famous, Logan stumbled into him and somehow ended up as a friend. That meant he occasionally got to have a meal with the legendary Blake.
In private, Logan Lu and a lot of others called Blake Lin ‘Prince Lin.’
That respect came from the heart.
When it came to strength, Blake Lin—even without the Orthodox Lin Clan backing him—could easily use his own power to prop up a luxury house of his own.
Logan Lu waited for an answer.
Blake Lin gently shook his head. “Not interested.”
“Anything fun going on in Beijing lately? Tell me about it.”
His tone was calm, almost like making small talk. When he spoke or acted, he didn’t have the usual arrogance you’d expect from a wastrel.
Just now, when he saw Gavin Duan walking down the street, he only glanced at him. Then he spotted Jill Jing holding a candied haw, found her kind of cute, and when he saw the guy Jill was tugging at, felt an instant mismatch—like a flower stuck in cow dung.
Some animal who, just because his family had some status, used his position to lure a pure-hearted girl?
That feeling made him a little disgusted—his brow furrowed—but it wasn’t enough to make him get up and kill someone over it.
The issue was too trivial, and the guy wasn’t worth his effort.
Blake Lin was born into the Orthodox Lin Clan, gifted from childhood. He came to Beijing to get a taste of the real world.
This Michelin restaurant was his own creation—he opened it because he was just too bored in Beijing.
Aside from the occasional shopping trip with his so-called fiancée, Blake Lin spent most of his time in the restaurant—either eating, cooking, clearing the place when he wanted peace, or throwing a discount party when he felt like some excitement.
Money was never a problem.
Blake Lin’s life wasn’t as wild as other wastrels, and he was nothing like the arrogant ‘Prince Lin’ everyone imagined.
Logan Lu knew Blake Lin didn’t like trouble, so he never used Blake’s name to show off. Even when friends begged him for an introduction, Logan usually said no.
Sometimes he just dropped by to chat with Blake Lin—a little favor, nothing more, nothing less.
“Over at Illustrious Gate Arena, a Master Lin from Seacrest showed up…”
Logan Lu hesitated for a moment.
“Yeah, I know about that. I even went to check it out—just some rookie who barely hit the Pointing-to-Mystery realm.” Blake Lin shook his head. He’d thought maybe, since the guy’s last name was Lin and he was pretty young, there was a chance to meet and spar. If Master Lin from Seacrest was young enough, maybe he was some lost Orthodox Lin Clan blood.
After all, back then, Ocean Hu was hyped up at Illustrious Gate Arena as Master Lin from Seacrest’s disciple.
Someone like Blake Lin would never go to Illustrious Gate Arena just to watch Ocean Hu.
He went straight to the Lei family, quietly and without a fuss.
But when he finally checked out the Lei family, he just glanced from a distance, shook his head, and didn’t bother making a move—much less meeting that so-called Master Lin from Seacrest. The guy’s age and looks were so uninspiring, Blake Lin was sure he couldn’t possibly be Orthodox Lin Clan.
That kind of guy, that level of Pointing-to-Mystery, probably couldn’t even take a slap from him.