Following the vague scent, Luke passed through alleys and made several turns before he reached a dilapidated building.
He looked around for a moment. It was an old residential building that hadn't been maintained for a long time.
There were still some people living in the building, but they were either poor or had questionable identities, such as illegal immigrants or criminals who could not be seen in public.
Luke observed the place for a moment, before he simply picked up his bike and went upstairs.
On his way, he ran into a mother and a daughter who weren't surprised to see him carrying his bike upstairs.
If anyone dared to park their car downstairs, it would disappear in less than ten minutes. It was basically the same for bicycles and cars.
On the third floor, Luke took another deep breath to confirm the situation inside, before he put down his bike and said, "Hello, here's your takeout."
There was nothing but silence inside.
Luke chuckled. "Miss Vanessa, here's your takeout."
A moment later, the door suddenly opened, and a gun was pointed at the door, but nobody was there.
Luke chuckled. "Hehe. That's not very friendly, Miss Vanessa."
Who else could it be other than Vanessa who had a gun pointed at the door?
He tilted the gun a little and aimed it at her. "Now, can you put down the gun and have a good talk?"
Vanessa's face was cold. "What's there to talk about? Aren't you here to arrest us? "
Luke chuckled again. "Hehe. I wouldn't have to wait until now if I wanted to arrest you."
Gritting her teeth, Vanessa finally put down her gun. "Speak. What do you want?"
Luke took a deep breath. "Hehe. Ladies, there's no need to be so nervous. Aren't you tired of holding your gun all the time?"
A moment later, Vanessa gestured helplessly, and the three women who were scattered in the corners of the room lowered their guns.
Luke finally dashed into the room and hugged Vanessa.
Vanessa's instinctive resistance was useless in the face of his immense physical strength.
Luke easily suppressed her struggle and turned her around to block his way. "Hehe, four beautiful ladies, we meet again. Did you miss me?"
Vanessa gnashed her teeth. She hadn't expected Luke to be so fast, so strong, and so adept at close-quarters combat. In his hands, she was no different from a Barbie doll. Her hands were easily locked behind her back and she became a shield.
Luke's head was at the back of her head, and one of his hands was pressing down on her waist. Coupled with the way he controlled her hands, it was hard for her to resist.
Luke, on the other hand, had already sized up the women and was secretly amused.
Clearly, these people were not in good condition.
His clothes were obviously ragged, and he must have gotten them from somewhere. His lips were chapped, and he looked dispirited. He must have been chased by NYPD for the whole afternoon.
Luke clicked his tongue. "How can such a beautiful lady live in such dire straits? I'm a kind-hearted person, so I'll help you out. "
As he spoke, he slowly backed out of the room with Vanessa in front of him.
Now that he was out of range of the three women in the room, Luke was immediately relieved.
He examined Vanessa's gun with a smile, only to discover that there were no bullets in it. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
These women were truly at the end of their rope, and could only scare people with empty guns. It was truly infuriating.
Luke searched his pocket and took out a roll of green cash. He tossed it to Vanessa, who was glaring at him. It was the money he had gotten from knocking Sergei out, and he didn't regret giving it away at all.
He then took out two bags of roasted wax from the handlebars of his bike and gave them to her.
Vanessa was lost for words.
Luke said, "As I said, I'm here to deliver food. As a small compensation, including that small amount of money, it was the same. Alright, it's nice to see you again. I hope you won't point a gun at me the next time we meet. "
After that, he gave Vanessa's gun back to her, picked up his bike, and dashed downstairs.
Vanessa was lost for words. What was going on?
Her head in a mess, she didn't come back to herself until the three women came out and asked where Luke was. "Well, he's … gone."
The three women looked at each other in bewilderment.
They then looked at the things in Vanessa's hands curiously.
The cash had to be good stuff, especially for them in their current situation.
Sergei, who had been their technical support, had been wiped out, and the car that they had prepared for themselves had been lost.
Also, they were going to fly away after this job, and hadn't left any supplies in New York.
The roll of cash was all in hundred-dollar bills, and there were about twenty of them, which would be enough for them to survive.
The main reason was that the New York police were searching for them, and they didn't have much time to get the money, or they might be exposed.
Otherwise, if the four beauties went out, their long legs would be exposed, and they could easily trick some men who were overflowing with hormones.
Luke hadn't taken the gun, but had given them a stack of cash. What was in the last two bags?
The three women were confused, because they seemed to have smelled food.
They weren't familiar with the smell, but it was definitely the smell of food.
For them, who had been starving for half a day and didn't dare go shopping yet, the food was even more important.
Vanessa shook her head. "Let's go somewhere else and see what's in the bags."
Half an hour later, the four women moved to another building hundreds of meters away. They sat down at the dining table in an abandoned room and removed the white cloth that covered the dust.
After the dust settled, Vanessa opened the two big bags and revealed a dozen lunch boxes.
The four women looked at each other in bewilderment when they opened the boxes.
Although the food looked and smelled different from what they usually ate, it was undoubtedly food, and meat.
One of the women couldn't help but swallow. "Is it really takeout?"
Vanessa frowned. "Is there something wrong with it? Maybe it was drugged? "
The woman hesitated for a moment. She was the one who moved the truck in the afternoon. She said, "Let me have a taste." As she spoke, she grabbed a piece of barbecued pork and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing crazily.
The other three women: "…"
Luke didn't care what happened to the takeout in the end.
At that moment, he returned to the barbecued pork restaurant in delight and bought a hundred dollars worth of takeout.
The owner found it odd to see him again. "Hey, did you finish all the takeout you brought home?"
Luke chuckled. "Yes, it wasn't enough, so I bought some more."
The owner instantly smiled. "Of course. My food is the best in Hong Kong."
Luke nodded. "I know. It's a Chinese specialty." He said the second half of the sentence in Mandarin.
The owner was surprised. "Wow, you speak perfect Chinese."
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