Chapter 52 Anything You Want

Half an hour later, Tristan sat on the sofa in the living room and surveyed the luxurious decoration.

It was a large house of three hundred square meters situated on the sixteenth floor. It used to be Tristan's dream house, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the surrounding landscape and the seventy-two lakes in the back that ran through the entire Nyberty Province.

Linch poured a cup of tea for Tristan, then spoke impatiently, "How strong are you?"

Tristan shrugged. "I can't answer that. It's a false proposition, because how strong requires a frame of reference."

Linch took a deep breath. "Are the forces behind the guys you just dealt with as strong as you are?"

Tristan shook his head. "No."

"Teach me!"

Tristan leaned back on the couch and tilted his head to look at Linch standing in front of him. He was puzzled and asked, "Why? Do we know each other well?"