Chapter 220 Who exactly are you?
"Mr. Lin."
"If we leave like this, will nothing really happen?"
Christie was somewhat worried.
Despite her dislike of Constantine, she didn't want these small misunderstandings to escalate into violence.
Furthermore, Constantine, as a veteran and highly respected figure in the piano world, has considerable international influence. If he were to be beaten by Chen Bin today, it would have an extremely negative impact on Lin Rui and her in the future.
"Don't worry, Brother Chen knows how to behave."
Lin Rui's words only made Christie more worried.
Thinking back to the cracking sound Chen Bin made when he moved his joints before leaving, Christie looked at the steak in front of her again and had no appetite at all.
She even began to imagine Constantine huddled in a corner, writhing in agony.
What do you want?
“I’m warning you not to do anything reckless. I am a person with social status and protected by international conventions.”
Constantine stared at Chen Bin with a wary expression.
Judging from Chen Bin's earlier display of stretching, he knew that the young man in front of him, who was about the same height as him, was definitely a tough nut to crack.
To say you're not afraid would be pure self-deception.
Constantine tried his best to remain calm, attempting to intimidate Chen Bin with his knowledge of language, while also determined to ruin Lin Rui's reputation and make him pay the price once he escaped back to Luo!
Oh, and there's that woman Christie too. She's the one who tricked me into coming to Shenzhou. She's an accomplice!
"I am a civilized person and I would never bully the elderly, the weak, women and children."
Chen Bin said with a half-smile.
"I've made a note of this!"
Constantine breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't let his guard down. He was about to leave with his suitcase when Chen Bin stopped him.
"Since you're here, why don't you leave right away?"
Chen Bin maintained a half-smile.
"What exactly do you want?"
Is it illegal detention?
"Aren't you afraid of facing sanctions under international conventions?"
Constantine stared coldly at Chen Bin.
At this moment, his hatred for Christie, who had tricked him into coming to Shenzhou, grew even stronger.
"Illegal confinement?"
"International conventions?"
Chen Bin's smile deepened.
As he spoke, he took out a business card holder from his pocket, and after a while, he pulled out a business card and handed it to Constantine.
"To put it bluntly, I know more about the law than you do."
Constantine cautiously took the business card, glanced at it briefly, and then couldn't look away.
As a native of Los Angeles, he was very familiar with the Thuringia Law School that appeared on his business card.
It's important to know that in the field of law, Thuringia Law School is undoubtedly the top university in Los Angeles!
Even on an international scale, it would rank among the top three!
A Doctor of Laws?
Honorary lecturer in International Business and Diplomacy?
"If you need legal assistance, you can contact me."
"Of course, I may not be available."
Constantine wasn't stupid. Looking at Chen Bin's amused expression, he knew that the young man was teasing him!
However, since the other party was a cultured person and a senior figure in the legal field, he was unlikely to act rashly, which made Constantine secretly relieved.
At least, he doesn't have to worry about getting beaten up.
Seemingly sensing Constantine's thoughts, Chen Bin suddenly lifted his coat, revealing a dazzling gold belt.
"I also have another job. If you need a fitness coach, I have plenty of time and am always available."
Constantine's pupils contracted again.
Others might not recognize this belt, but he was different. When he was young, his greatest hobby was watching combat sports, especially underground fighting games.
Although he is getting older and rarely pays attention to these competitive sports that get his adrenaline pumping, he still recognized at a glance that what Chen Bin was wearing around his waist was the symbol of a freestyle fighting champion!
What terrified him even more was the three-stripe brand on his belt!
This is a symbol of honor that can only be bestowed upon someone who has won the gold belt at least three times in a row!
Constantine, who had just caught his breath, now felt a tightness in his chest, and his heart was in his throat!
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