The overall style of the house didn't change much after the maintenance, but the details, such as the wiring, pipes, waterproofing, anti-rust, and switches, were all new.
Luke had helped Max fix the bathroom pipes in the middle of the night, but that wouldn't happen again.
The tiles and switches, which had to be taped to prevent them from falling, and the doors and windows that couldn't be closed or opened, were all new.
Most importantly, the rent hadn't changed.
It was like the landlord was paying a maintenance fee. It was legal, but it was unreasonable.
However, the original landlord had hired a professional real estate management company to collect rent, and there was no need to inform Max and the others about the change.
As long as the landlord and the tenant didn't have any objections, they just had to tell the management company.
But most of the time, it was the tenants who forced the management company to contact the landlord for maintenance. It was rare for a landlord to take the initiative to maintain the house.
Luke naturally didn't care as Max mocked the former landlord for being an idiot.
In any case, it was the former landlord who was being scolded. It was normal for him to be scolded for being stingy.
The former landlord, who had received a high premium from Luke, wasn't willing to be scolded a little.
Williamsburg hadn't been affected much in the battle in New York two months ago, and Max's place was completely fine.
They were doing pretty well, and Luke had no intention of getting involved to make them rich.
It was easier to maintain a stable mindset as they slowly accumulated money than it was to be a nouveau riche.
Besides, the two women weren't stupid. This was already a little too much.
Thankfully, they only had a vague feeling. Luke simply asked them half-truthfully, "Do I look like that kind of idiot?" and fooled them.
Luke didn't care about scolding himself.
First of all, the renovation had greatly improved the safety of the house in the name of maintenance.
Second, he was the one who was using the "maintenance."
He had enjoyed the renovated room, and the brand new bathroom was a necessity.
Didn't Max's bathwater smell good?
Cough, cough. Reining in his thoughts, Luke smiled at a horse that had stuck its head in from the side door. "Li Bao, why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? Do you want carrots again?"
The horse snorted and stuck out its tongue to lick him.
This was Caroline's horse, and was the only luxury item left behind by this former princess.
Of course, it was already old and worthless, and Luke had to spend money to take care of it.
With quick reflexes, Luke instantly dodged the tongue's ambush. "Don't, you're good. I'll get you some carrots. "
He hung a carrot outside the door, attracting Li Bao's attention. His expression suddenly changed, and he walked out, closing the side door behind him.
With two steps, he lightly leaped up, and with a pull of the two-meter-tall iron railing, he flipped over and quickly disappeared into the night.
…
On a small street, a woman was confronting five men.
The five men all had the typical temperament of a hooligan, mainly the temperament of the poor, their whole bodies full of the smell of poverty.
The blonde woman in front of them was dressed in formal and high-end clothes, but the slightly tight red business suit made her look even hotter.
It was said to be one against five, but in fact, there were only four hooligans standing. One of them was kneeling on the ground and screaming, "My eyes, my eyes. You bitch, I'm going to kill you! "
Cui Xi held the bag in front of him with one hand and placed the pepper spray behind the bag with the other hand so that the hooligans could not see the movement of his hand.
That was the only way to maximize the threat of the pepper spray.
She was cursing her bad luck in her heart.
It was just a regular overtime, just like any other day. The only accident was that the car had suddenly stalled, and it could only stop on this block.
The security on this block hadn't been very good in the past, and it was even worse after the New York War.
However, the number of armed violent crimes hadn't gone up. All the hooligans in New York had been traumatized by Batman and the black catgirl.
They would rather rob and run than threaten their victims with weapons.
According to the gang members' private communication, few of them were sent to the orthopedic department. At most, they would occasionally pass out on the street.
It was fine if it was only one or two, but after a few times, a lot of hooligans would guess what was going on.
As long as it wasn't a violent injury, Batman and the black catgirl wouldn't bother to break their bones.
In other words, violent injuries were the dividing line.
If they were caught by Batman and the others, they would be at least broken bones and possibly disabled.
But Batman and the black catgirl had disappeared after the New York War.
The chaos caused by the war and the two months that had passed had made a lot of hooligans restless.
Judging from the police department's data, violent robberies and other incidents were quickly increasing.
For example, when the five hooligans accidentally saw the woman's branded bag and car, they were immediately tempted.
After robbing her and running, they would be able to get at least a few hundred dollars.
Many of their friends had done the same thing recently, but hadn't been hospitalized.
They couldn't be blamed for being careless; the world in New York was simply too difficult.
The price of illegal drugs in Manhattan had risen to more than ten times its original price, but the local distributors collectively claimed that they were short of supplies.
Could this still be considered the biggest city in America?
If they couldn't get their hands on the goods, it would be like they were starving next to a mountain of gold.
The hooligans could only steal and rob in order to barely make ends meet.
Of course, they wouldn't work, not for the rest of their lives.
Even though the reconstruction of New York was starting, there were a lot of brick moving jobs that paid a lot. The hooligans who were used to idling around didn't want to suffer.
Unfortunately, they had run into a serious woman in tonight's robbery.
Faced with so many robbers, she didn't tremble in fear. Instead, when the first hooligan made a move, she immediately taught him a lesson with her pepper spray.
At this moment, it was hard for both sides to back down.
Although Tracy wasn't wearing high heels, she was wearing a skirt, which really wasn't suitable for a race with hooligans.
One of the hooligans knelt down and shouted for revenge.
There were still four of them who were unharmed, and their opponent was just an ordinary woman. None of them were too embarrassed to say that they would let it go.
In the end, the four hooligans pulled up their clothes and covered their faces in case of a spray attack, before they collectively approached Tracy.
At that moment, a black figure descended from the sky. As he approached the ground, a huge shadow spread out behind him.
The black figure's speed plummeted, and the huge shadow turned into a soft cape again. With a thud, the person landed between the hooligans and Tracy.
Looking at the black figure right in front of her, the familiar black cape and the two pointy ears on his helmet, Tracy almost subconsciously exclaimed, "Batman!"
The four hooligans stopped in unison. Their hands were shaking like chicken claws, and they could no longer hold on to their clothes. Their mouths opened and closed like fish out of water, but they couldn't make a sound.
In front of them was "that person" who was exactly the same as in the legends.
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