The French liked her body, and even the Americans liked it, but Elena didn't think so for Luke.
She was an art student who was good at observing and copying the human body.
After just two days together, she had noticed that Luke's body was very fit. He must've been working out for a long time to maintain his figure.
It was a pity that it was still January. If it were summer, she would be able to enjoy his body.
He must be very strong! She blushed again as she thought this.
It wasn't because she was shy, but because she was excited.
She was an art student, after all! Men with gorgeous muscles were always a little biased.
Luke was very relaxed at that moment.
He needed to adjust his mood after the big job last night.
At home, he could make dinner or chat with Selina to get rid of the discomfort.
That feeling was not simple disgust, gloom, fear, or bloodlust. There were more subtle emotions in it. Other than the above, perhaps there was also a little excitement, anticipation, happiness, restlessness, and pride.
The human mind was never that simple.
Greyson hadn't noticed anything wrong with Luke last time, mostly because of Luke's psychological adjustment.
Even Tony Stark had shown up. Those bad guys were supposed to be experience monsters for superheroes to level up.
Most of the time, Luke treated the bad guys as experience NPCs in the game, and it didn't feel as good to kill them.
The existence of the system also gave him confidence.
So far, he hadn't lost points for killing the wrong person.
Considering that he had lost five points for taking five dollars, the system wouldn't allow him to kill randomly.
On the other hand, he hadn't killed the wrong people.
Luke was in a good mood as he ate and chatted with Elena, before they went upstairs together.
Back upstairs, Elena put up a painting rack on the rooftop and began her studies.
Like Elena, Luke moved a chair out of the house and sat down to read on his laptop.
He logged on to Elena's Internet and browsed through the tourist attractions online.
After a while, he raised his head and saw that Elena was already immersed in her painting.
Luke got up nimbly and didn't disturb her. He simply looked behind her and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What's going on with you? Since when did I become a bird?
There was a sketch on Elena's drawing board, and it was obvious that it was Luke.
However, that Luke was glowing and had a pair of big wings. He was sitting there with a smile and a … Bible in his hand?
This posture was exactly the same as when Luke had been sitting there earlier.
But … wasn't I holding a notebook in my hand? Moreover, this painting seemed to be emitting white light. Wasn't it a little too beautified? He complained in his heart, but he didn't disturb Elena.
Sometimes, artistic creation had nothing to do with real references, but only with the painter's own feelings and intentions.
Luke simply shook his head with a smile and returned to his room.
A moment later, Luke quietly went downstairs.
At this moment, he had changed into a hooded sweater, carried a black backpack, and wore a large mask. He got off the subway and got on the bus.
The bus was very shabby, and there were not many people on it. There were only three to five people with rotten temperaments. Without exception, they did not look like good people.
Idling, idling, stirring up trouble, and committing crimes were basically the daily routine of these people.
When Luke got into the car, they looked at each other but didn't say anything.
But ten minutes later, someone couldn't take it anymore.
Although Luke's face was covered, his clothes and the way he sat revealed that he was different from these people.
The three hot-tempered black men pressed forward. They didn't waste any time. With a wave of their hands, butterfly knives, daggers, and the like appeared in their hands. With an expression that said, "Be good and don't move", they pressed forward.
Sitting there, Luke's hands moved unhurriedly. The three black men saw that he seemed to have taken out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on.
However, gloves weren't weapons, and the three stupid hoodlums didn't think much of it and continued to move.
One of them reached for Luke's backpack, and the other grabbed Luke's shirt.
When the two black men's hands reached out to Luke, he reached out and grabbed their hands, before he gently twisted and pressed down.
With two cracks, the two black men immediately screamed.
Luke was still sitting there silently. He crossed his arms in front of him and casually stepped on the two kneeling black men's hands.
Everybody else in the car was stunned. They had been waiting for a good show, and hadn't expected this to happen.
The two black men's hands were the ones that Luke had dislocated. They didn't dare exert any strength at all, and could only scream as they pulled at the soles of Luke's shoes with their other hands.
Luke faced them indifferently. His eyes suddenly flickered, and he picked up the knives that the two men had dropped and threw them.
There was a scream, and one of the black men dropped his gun. The knife had already pierced through his wrist, and it was possible that he would be disabled for the rest of his life.
Luke slowly got up and kicked away the two men who were still kneeling and screaming in front of him.
He slowly stepped forward, the butterfly knife in his hand still spinning slowly.
Nobody in the car said anything. They watched as Luke picked up the M1911, unhurriedly unloaded the magazine, pulled out the sleeve, and examined it. Then, he pointed the gun at the three gangsters. "Give me all your money."
Everybody in the car was lost for words. So, he was also a professional.
Leaving the three unlucky black men with less than a hundred euros in total, Luke told them to get out of the car and returned to the backseat.
After that, nobody messed with him again.
Not long after entering 93 Province, Luke got off the bus and took a deep breath of the air. Hm, it smelled of experience and credit points everywhere!
He deliberately walked to a remote corner. A moment later, someone took the bait.
After robbing three groups of hooligans in a row, he finally ran into a bunch of guys with a car.
When a few people surrounded them with knives, the pitch-black muzzles of the guns immediately made them very obedient.
One of the guys in the car also had a gun, but he wasn't as fast as Luke.
He had just taken out his gun when Luke shot him in the shoulder. Taking out a gun was a threat to his life, and he was lucky that he wasn't killed.
Luke threw the guy out of the car and drove off in the broken car.
Less than half an hour after entering 93 Province, he had turned into a man with two guns and a car.
Rummaging through the car, he found all kinds of things with his Sharp Nose.
For example, some bullets, some cash, and some weeds. They weren't very useful.
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