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Chapter 1315

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Beating up the hooligans, relaxing, and enjoying the good life was the main theme of Luke's night trip tonight.

With that thought in mind, he threw the specially made yo-yo in his hand. The grayish-black hard plastic ball spun and smashed into the back of a hooligan's head. Then, it was pulled by a string and bounced to the forehead of another hooligan.

Two hooligans were threatening a woman who had returned home late with a knife to hand over her wallet and take off her clothes. Suddenly, their bodies swayed and they fell to the ground.

The middle-aged woman, who had covered her chest with her hands, was stunned for a moment. She subconsciously looked around for a moment before she came back to her senses and ran away.

Whether it was a human or a ghost who had knocked down the two hooligans, the right choice was to get away from this place as soon as possible.

No matter how the ghost or the human dealt with the two hooligans, she wouldn't have any objections. She would break their fifth limbs like the black cat heroine had done.

Luke flicked his wrist, and the gray and black yo-yo flew back into his hand.

He nodded in satisfaction.

At first, his rope dart had been this type of yo-yo, but after he got the Batman vest, he changed it to a bat dart.

This thing wasn't very useful, but it was convenient for beating up hooligans without leaving behind any "lethal weapons," or causing blood to spurt out.

He had long mastered how to use it. If it was just to beat up some hooligans, he didn't even need to spend time familiarizing himself with it.

Luke let his thoughts run wild as he walked and fought. Just like that, he wandered from ten to twelve, wandering from Queens to Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

As he walked through the old apartment buildings, he heard many strange noises.

Illicit drug aficionados, special service workers, special psychiatrists, and so on created these voices.

Luke had become more and more proficient with Elementary Sound Wave recently. He could already listen to movements within a hundred meters, and automatically ignore them. He would only react to certain sounds, such as gunshots, screams, and cries for help.

This was especially true when it came to human voices. He could basically tell if they were made "for fun" or if they were made by someone who really needed help.

That way, he wouldn't have to break into the workplace of certain service workers and psychologists and disrupt their service and treatment.

The other party wouldn't be embarrassed, and he wouldn't be embarrassed.

But it had taken him months to turn a deaf ear, and he didn't want to rush in and see everything. It would be too painful for his eyes.

He could directly ignore what he heard, but with his eyesight and memory, it was too difficult for him to forget what he saw at close range.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar conversation. Apparently, there was a robbery going on in the fast food restaurant not far away, but there seemed to be something strange mixed in.

He focused his attention and could clearly hear the conversation on the other side.

After listening to a few sentences, the corners of his mouth curled up. He was amused and had the idea to join in on the fun.

With a thought, he put away the stealth combat suit and changed into the jacket and overalls he was most used to. At the same time, he took out the Thousand Face System and put it on.

Version 1.0 of the Thousand Faces System had been slightly improved recently, so it was probably version 1.02.

The biggest change was that it could be put on from the face, and the rest of the body would automatically cover the skin of the whole body. The entire transformation process took about ten to twenty seconds.

The difference was that moving the body would interfere with the deformation process, slowing down the speed at which the nanomaterials covered the body, and increasing the time required.

However, the transformation of the face only took a second.

In an emergency, two to three seconds was enough to complete the transformation of the face and neck, which was practical enough.

Five seconds later, Luke walked out of the alley. The transformation of his upper body had been completed, and his body, which had looked thin in his clothes, had become visibly strong. The overalls on his lower body were relatively loose, and he was completing the transformation of his legs.

By the time he gently pushed open the door of the fast food restaurant where the robbery had taken place, the farce inside had pretty much reached Gao Chao.

"Come out from behind the counter, right now!" A young white man in a loose coat with one hand in his pocket took out something and pointed it at two young girls in fast food restaurant uniforms.

A tall and thin girl with shoulder-length blonde hair shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. I can't do it."

The white man was anxious. "What did you say?"

The blonde girl said awkwardly, "Because … I was so scared that I peed my pants."

The white man was stunned.

The shorter black-haired girl next to the blonde girl was stunned. She turned her head and asked, "You're not done?"

The blonde girl smiled awkwardly and nodded.

Suddenly, the kitchen door behind them opened, and a tall man who was 1.9 meters tall rushed out with a baseball bat. "Girls, move aside. Watch me beat this little tramp to death … wawoo ~"

Bang!

When the big, tall man rushed past the blonde girl, he suddenly felt his feet slip. He cried out in alarm and his whole body flew into the air. He fell to the ground in a lying position.

Everyone in the restaurant was speechless.

The white man who had robbed them couldn't help but say, "Hurry up and stand over there."

This was the civilian district of Williamsburg in the wee hours of the morning. He was very worried that one of them would suddenly pull out a gun and point it at him.

Since even he had dared to rob them, he knew how chaotic the area would be tonight. It would be best to grab a ticket and run.

The blonde girl shyly walked out from behind the counter and didn't forget to pull the black-haired girl in front of her.

However, whether the black-haired girl was helping her cover her wet work skirt or blocking the muzzle of the robber's gun was a matter of opinion.

Luke was still in the alley when the blonde girl said that she had peed herself.

When he entered, the blonde girl happened to be standing behind the black-haired girl.

An old man sitting at the cashier's desk noticed him, but the robber had his back to the door and didn't notice at all.

The two girls were preoccupied and didn't look at the door at all.

Luke smiled at the black old man, and sent out a Telepathic Message.

The old man subconsciously nodded in response, which probably meant, "Good evening to you too."

Then, Luke turned to look at the robber on the other side with a surprised expression. Then, as if enlightened, he walked over with a slightly indignant expression.

His movements seemed normal, but when he strode over, not only were his footsteps silent, he approached from the side, basically staying at the edge of the two girls' line of sight.

His Mental Communication made the two girls ignore him. It wasn't until he walked behind the robber that they were stunned. Where did this young man come from?

The blonde girl subconsciously looked intoxicated. "Wow, he's so handsome."

The robber was puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

He knew that he was a little handsome, but this was the first woman he had ever praised for his handsomeness while pointing a gun at him.

For a moment, he was inexplicably delighted, but then a little disappointed. What was the point of being handsome? It wasn't like he could make a fortune with his face. It would be good even if he could be a cameo in some TV series!

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