Looking at the two cupcakes, Luke smacked his lips. "Well …"
Max waved his hand. "Thank you for saving us just now. I won't take your money."
Luke smiled, but still took out twenty dollars and put it on the table. "Thank you, but two isn't enough. So, I'll accept your gift. Here's the money for the remaining three cupcakes. "
Max was stunned. He looked at the money, then at the three cupcakes, before he turned back to look at Luke. "You … want to f * ck me?"
Slightly stumped, Luke said, "Then twenty dollars isn't enough, right?"
Looking at his smile, Max snorted. "Fine, maybe I should give you twenty. Hm, or two hundred dollars?"
Luke was truly stumped this time. He then burst out laughing. "Sorry, I only sell my skills, not my body."
Max smiled again, took the twenty dollars, and brought over the cupcakes.
The two of them then skipped the awkward topic.
It was almost one o 'clock, but a few customers had come in here and there.
What was more interesting was that some of them were wearing surveillance equipment and wireless earpieces. They didn't look like people who would come to a third-rate fast food restaurant like this.
Apart from the two of them who sat down in the restaurant, the others were in a hurry to get their food and leave in their cars.
As expected, these people were probably waiting on the streets for Batman and Seven Star to show up.
This seemed ridiculous and wasteful, but they had nothing to do.
If they didn't let these people wander around, would they all stay in the office and search for information?
In fact, these people's work was similar to that of the police.
Even if it was boring and inefficient, they could only talk about other things after they came out. A secret agency that always hid in the office wasn't a deterrent.
For example, the FBI and the CIA were all doing the same thing. They had been trying to increase their ability and authority to "take action."
Both of them had more and more power.
If one had to describe it in the animal world, it was probably similar to peeing and marking territory.
Peeing didn't kill an opponent, but it was a warning.
Luke simply glanced at these people and didn't want to investigate further.
There were at least eight thousand people in New York who were looking into his aliases. He couldn't keep track of all of them, and he was even less interested tonight.
He was not one of those psychopathic killers who liked to see how others investigated him.
Most of his counter-investigations were for the sake of his own safety. It was just preparation work to hide himself.
Most of the time in the fast-food restaurant, he mainly looked at the customers who came to the restaurant. He also took out his phone and slowly ate five cupcakes and drank three bottles of juice.
Of course, the juice had to be bottled. He didn't dare to use the cups and saucers here.
The chef, Oleg, fell into a puddle of urine and entered the kitchen without even changing his clothes. Luke, who had a slight obsession with cleanliness, really couldn't stand it.
It was almost two o 'clock in the morning, and the fast food restaurant named Williamsburg Restaurant was ready to close.
Luke speculated that it could only rely on such differentiated competition to survive in the fast food restaurants around it.
No matter how lousy fast food is, you can't eat doughnuts every night.
Other fast food restaurants couldn't do this. Of course, it was because their costs couldn't be so low.
Normal fast food restaurants wouldn't hire Earl, a retired gangster who was almost seventy, as a cashier, or Oleg, the sloppy chef, who was even darker than the dark chef.
The only two waitresses who were far better than other fast food restaurants were the black-haired Max, because the boss allowed her to sell cupcakes in the restaurant.
The blonde Carolyn, on the other hand, was a troublesome person with a lot of debts and "enemies."
This kind of staffing could be summed up in one word — saving money.
If it were anyone else who took over this fast food restaurant, the labor costs alone would bankrupt the restaurant.
So, the boss of this place was quite smart … Really?
Luke looked at a little bean who walked in and took the bill and cash from Old Earl. He found it a little strange. Was the boss of this place really that bold?
Wasn't he afraid that something would happen to his son when he let him collect the money in the middle of the night?
In the end, Old Earl mentioned that Luke had helped chase away a robber.
The little bean walked over with a smile on his face and shook hands with him. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Chris. My name is Han Li. As the owner of this restaurant, please allow me to express my gratitude. "
As he spoke, he took out two colorful pieces of paper from his pocket and stuffed them into Luke's hands. "A 15% discount coupon. Come back often."
Luke couldn't help but laugh and put the two coupons in his pocket. "Okay, definitely."
Not far away, the blonde Carolyn elbowed Max, who was wiping the table next to her. "Max, he's flirting with you. This is the twenty-fifth time in an hour and seventeen minutes, an average of once every three minutes."
Max glanced at him and coughed softly, saying in a low voice, "That's not flirting. He's just expressing his appreciation for my well-developed chest muscles, understand?" As he spoke, he didn't forget to push them up with both hands.
With this burden on her, it was actually quite tiring for her to do things.
Unlike Carolyn, who could jump however she wanted. In any case, she basically wouldn't move, and wouldn't feel any pain.
Carolyn subconsciously looked at herself, and suddenly didn't want to talk.
Not only were you not modest when a handsome man was chasing you, but you were actually showing off your chest muscles? This was completely unfair competition. Furious, she could only quickly fiddle with the mop in her hands.
Max reminded her in passing, "Wipe that area more often, or we won't have a place to stay tomorrow."
Carolyn said gloomily, "I used detergent and air freshener. I guarantee that you'll only smell roses."
Max sniffed and shrugged. "As long as it's not salted fish."
Carolyn said, "… Do you not want to sleep tonight? If you have the guts, let's fight one on one at home. "
Max chuckled and puffed out his chest. "You're a few heavyweight classes below me."
Carolyn was lost for words.
A moment later, the restaurant was cleaned up, and the two girls left the fast food restaurant, leaving the owner behind to close the door.
They had only taken two steps when someone stood up against the wall three or four meters away.
Carolyn screamed in fear and jumped back. She reached into her bag and shouted in panic, "Don't come over! I have pepper spray and a taser! I can dial 911 with my phone right now …"
"Oh, it's me." Luke looked at the blonde girl helplessly.
As expected of a girl who could slip under someone's water gun. Her sensitivity was extraordinary.
Carolyn was relieved when she heard his voice, but she was still a little worried. "Are you trying to follow us? Then when we get home … "
"I want to ask Max out for a drink." Luke was amused, interrupting her train of thought.
Carolyn was stunned.
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