Old Jack moved his ears and turned his head quietly to look at the door. He saw a young oriental man strode in, holding a cooked corn cob in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth.

Yi Jun. This is a standard image of a rustic bull, which is too incompatible with the aesthetics of European aristocrats, and it is very different from the "super S-class" image.

What's even more terrible is that this guy didn't even wear a suit today, but was wearing a lazy earth-green hunting suit. Now his outfit is completely incompatible with the word "noble", and it doesn't even match the identity of mayor, but it looks like a down-and-out mercenary.

As soon as he entered the door, Yi Jun smiled and handed the corn cob to Victoria and said, "Give it, try the fresh stuff. This is something that someone got from a Chinese restaurant, and change the taste."

Victoria blinked and finally took it. The woman holding a corn cob was obviously absent-minded. At least among the royal families in mainland Europe, she had never seen such a princess who chewed the corn cob. If the British royal etiquette teachers saw this scene, they would be shocked and fainted.

At this time, Yi Jun sat opposite Old Jack with a smile. This guy even took out a cigarette and handed it to Old Jack. When Old Jack coughed and said "Thank you, no", Yi Jun stuffed the cigarette back embarrassedly, and stuffed the wrinkled cigarette box back into his shirt pocket.

Old Jack looked at the young Eastern powerhouse curiously, smiling as usual on the surface, but was surprised in his heart. Because he couldn't see clearly at all, the background of the young powerhouse was like a cloud of fog, everything hidden inside was either majestic or ferocious.

"Yi Jun?" Old Jack smiled and said, "I'm very happy to see you. What I'm most curious about is how did you know my identity?"

Yi Jun laughed loudly, even Victoria was happy. Last night, his father said he had let go and was bluffed by Victoria. So Victoria proudly told the story, and Old Jack also glared at him. Finally, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "So that's the case... Sometimes he is suspicious, and simple questions become more complicated."

Yi Jun looked at him meaningfully and smiled: "There is an old saying in China - don't do bad things during the day, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night."

"Oh?" A trace of splendor flashed in Old Jack's eyes, and it was extremely sharp in an instant.

Victoria also heard this and seemed to have a bad tone, and immediately signaled Yi Jun not to say that. Yi Jun smiled and didn't care, and spat out a breath of smoke and said, "'Paladin' Black Jack, I almost killed the European underground world back then. How many blood stains were on her hands?"

"Twenty years ago, the Italian mafia killed Justice Falcone, which immediately set off a storm of anti-malpractice throughout Italy. Even the Italian parliament, which has a deep collusion with the underground world, had to issue the Anti-Mafia Act.

But as far as I know, in that powerful anti-black storm, it was not the Italian police who really killed more mafia members, but an old man behind the scenes?

There were 142 families in the Italian mafia, and dozens of them were killed by this paladin alone, and in the end there were only two-digit mafia families left! Haha, even if one family only killed the boss, the military advisor and the second boss, it is unimaginable how many lives the paladin would kill.

More importantly, it is said that it was only limited to a storm in Italy. Before that, the old man seemed to have experienced the same rich experience, and almost all major European countries left his deeds. Of course, this is limited to the secret that only the highest level knows. Now I am afraid that it has been gradually forgotten. I also accidentally learned about these news, and I really admire it."

Old Jack listened with interest and nodded constantly: "Oh, what a thrilling story, very exciting."

Yi Jun smiled and said, "Old man, are you interested in going out for a walk and having a heart-to-heart talk?"

"I'm very happy." The old housekeeper stood up with a smile and made a standard nodding manner. He could not tell at all that he had been a murderous lie. Then he turned to Victoria and said, "Your Highness, Princess, you should rest more, and the injuries on your legs need to be recuperated."

Victoria nodded. She knew that the old housekeeper was trying to persuade her not to follow her, but she expressed her tactfully.

...

He walked out leisurely, and Chiang Rai City was not a big city. In a short while, he arrived at a small river on the outskirts of the city. The water was gurgling and the trees were covered with green trees. Yi Jun turned around with a smile and said, "My man, do you want to verify my skills?"

This question was direct, but Old Jack was not embarrassed and waved his hand with a smile: "No need, I am not as good as you. His steps along the way were unpredictable, but he was calm and powerful, his breathing was vague and free to send and receive. Even the rhythm of his breathing was as stable as if he was sleeping. It was outrageous and he was indeed not as good as you."

Yi Jun didn't want to fight with this old guy, so he deliberately showed it a little along the way.

Seeing Old Jack say this, Yi Jun also said regretfully: "Actually, your strength is still amazing, but your physical condition is too special. I can feel that once you explode, you may still have the strength of the legendary level - that is, super S-level, but it may not last long."

In other words, this once famous "Paladin" is still different from the Chen Hutu.

Chen Hutu's entire realm has fallen and has fallen to the peak of the master level. However, he is still a powerful master level master, and he is practicing internal martial arts, so even if he doesn't care about long-term combat, he can still be no different from other master level masters.

On the other hand, once this old Jack burst out with all his strength, he could still launch an offensive that was no less than a legendary strongman. However, his physical condition made him unable to last. Perhaps he could last for two minutes, or even just one minute. He would still show a terrible advantage in defeating ordinary opponents, but if he faced a master of the same level, he would definitely fall.

Of course, neither Old Jack nor Chen Hutu are considered legendary masters. If their body is subject to such restrictions, it cannot be called the strongest.

Time is ruthless, and the extreme master who specializes in practicing external kung fu improves very quickly when he is young, but often encounters problems of one kind or another when he is old. The way of heaven can reduce the excess and make up for the shortcomings, and there are advantages and disadvantages.

However, for normal fighting, Old Jack's strength is already amazing enough. There are not many truly top fighting masters in Europe, and how many of them can survive the explosion of Old Jack? Just like Dickens, he is already considered a real master, but he was beaten by Old Jack so hard that his mother couldn't even shout out after a meeting.

"You have good eyesight." Old Jack smiled, "not only is it severely restricted, but it even has sequelae. Every time I take action, I feel that my body is much weaker, as if the god of death is one step closer to me."

Not only is the time to support fighting limited, but even overdrawing huge physical strength after each fight. To put it simply, it is overdrawing vitality. An old body must overload the world's top attack power at an overload. This is like a broken car that has to drive a speed of 200 kilometers per hour, with serious losses.
Chapter completed!