Luo Yingtian had calculated every possibility, yet he had never expected Lin Feng to come out with something like that.
The old man was so startled that he nearly tried to silence him.
Of course, whether he could actually silence him was another matter entirely.
Lin Feng relaxed, staring at Luo Yingtian with a teasing look.
"What do I know? Guess what I know?"
Luo Yingtian's old face stiffened for a moment. "Shanhai, this old man is already old. I have no leisure to play word games with young people like you..."
"Can you tell me how you found out?"
Luo Yingtian had already guessed that Lin Feng might know something. Otherwise, he would not have said what he had just said.
Lin Feng had intended to lay his cards on the table. He had merely been teasing the old man and had not planned to put on airs.
He immediately turned serious.
"I do know a little something."
"As for where I learned it, I won't say. But you can rest assured that no one besides me knows."
"What I can tell you is that our goals are the same."
Lin Feng placed special emphasis on the word "your," then pointed at Luo Yingtian before pointing toward a direction in the room.
Luo Yingtian's pupils instantly contracted.
Someone else might not have understood what Lin Feng was pointing at.
But Luo Yingtian knew that Egart, who was making preparations, was in the direction Lin Feng had indicated.
"It seems this old man and Egart both underestimated you..." Luo Yingtian said with a self-mocking smile after realizing it.
Lin Feng merely shook his head noncommittally.
"Let's put that aside for now. What do you think? Is there a chance?"
Luo Yingtian froze. "A chance for what?"
Lin Feng leaned forward.