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Now that she thought about it, it was possible that Max's escape today had something to do with the money she had just made. This money was the profit from the customized desserts for the people on the yacht.
Max had a talent for cake making, but he also had a certain interest in it.
She had also made too many cakes with Luke over the years. Although she often left the stage shouting "God," Luke still taught her a lot of the techniques of a professional dessert chef in an "equivalent exchange" afterward.
It was a very long process, and it was transmitted bit by bit from the basics. In essence, it was no different from Max seriously studying her craft for more than ten years.
Of the bad guys that Luke had killed, there were dozens or even hundreds of them who had the abilities of a dessert chef, and there were even more who had a "secret technique."
These techniques were combined with the free skill module to become a Beginner Dessert Chef.
Max, who had been "empowered" by Beginner Dessert Skills for many years, could definitely work as a dessert chef in a top restaurant.
Although she couldn't make much money with her skills, more and more people were asking her to make desserts for banquets.
Families with ordinary incomes in America would occasionally pay for a third-rate chef on holidays. A professional dessert chef was neither necessary nor affordable.
She could order desserts and perform a few of the most fancy buttery flowers, and the net profit was at least a thousand dollars.
For the sake of the money, Max would still accept some orders for live shows.
Of course, wearing a chef's uniform and accepting everyone's compliments and praises as a dessert chef was also one of the reasons why it was not worth mentioning.
Today, her customization business and performance venue were originally in another mansion a few hundred meters away.
In the end, some of the rich kids, including the organizer, decided to have a good time on the yacht.
Max didn't even need to think to know that these guys definitely wanted to have some weed.
Although she had been sober for many years, it had nothing to do with her.
Luke had given her a lot of Life One over the years, and in his spare time, he would personally teach her joint techniques, which could instantly break (or dislocate) limbs.
It wouldn't be difficult for Max to cripple ten rich kids who didn't have superpowers.
If she encountered someone with superpowers, the Nano chest protector he gave her would be enough for her to protect herself for a while.
Clearly, there wasn't anyone powerful on the yacht. At the very least, they hadn't attacked her. Otherwise, the nano chest protector would have automatically activated when it sensed danger, taken her away, and sent a warning to Luke.
Only then did Luke remember the other "supporting female character." "Where did Carolyn go?"
Based on Max's behavior of singing rap as soon as he got ashore and not immediately calling for help, Caroline couldn't have been on the yacht.
But … didn't this once fair, rich, and beautiful woman like to participate in these kinds of customized live shows at rich banquets?
Even if Carolyn's talent in cooking was as mediocre as her pectoral muscles, she was very clear about the rules and unspoken rules of the upper class.
She also had a strong desire to show off and perform (yawn). Her eloquence was top-notch. Max only needed 30% of his skills to be described as cool by her.
On the other hand, without Max's craftsmanship, the hardware she could show off would be missing the most crucial parts.
That was why she was usually near Max at these kinds of parties.
Holding Luke in his arms and feeling the strong sea breeze in his face, Max simply said loudly, "She's in charge of delivering and explaining the finished desserts at the villa."
Luke was lost for words. Actually, Carolyn was pretty miserable.
If it wasn't for the fact that this rich second generation was messing around, Max could be a "star" at the yacht show, while Carolyn could only look after a "stall." No matter how one looked at it, she would look like a tool.
But in that case, Luke could only take Max to look for Carolyn after he was done with his business.
Thinking that, Luke drove the motorboat east for a kilometer before he found the yacht.
The three-story yacht was more than twenty meters long, and there were all kinds of cheers and screams every now and then.
With his eyesight, he could even see a few young girls wearing only a small cloth belt holding wine glasses and dancing in the middle of a group of men, feeding wine into their mouths.
The brats were having quite a good time. Luke's lips curled into a cold smile.
The motorboat drifted ten meters parallel to the yacht and stopped at the back of the yacht.
Using inertia, Luke jumped over the railing with Max in his arms and landed lightly on the fishing deck at the back of the yacht.
The sense of weightlessness scared Max so much that he bit the towel that was covering his face and whimpered crazily. This was too f * cking exciting. Who could take it?
On the back deck, two security guards in black T-shirts were drinking beer and chatting.
They were envious of the boss's son's high spirits, but there was nothing they could do except talk about it.
What was even more unfortunate was that in order to prevent some people from going crazy and going for a night swim from here, they had to face the dark sea here.
They couldn't even catch a glimpse of the beautiful models and college students on the front deck.
It wasn't until a dull whimper attracted their attention that they looked over and saw Luke and Max, who had just landed.
One of the security guards reacted quickly and said, "Hey, this is a private yacht. Where did you come from?"
That being said, they weren't very vigilant.
Although Luke wasn't dressed extravagantly, the security guards who had been with those rich kids for a long time could tell that he wasn't a regular guy.
Max? Not only was she wrapped in a big towel, she had also covered her face, which was similar to some rich girls who were afraid of being photographed after having fun.
Besides, nothing had happened here. When they were bragging, they hadn't paid attention to the water below the back deck, and thought that Luke and Selina had jumped down from the front and climbed up from the back.
Luke looked at the system panel. Hm, thankfully, there were two red names. Nothing serious, but there was no need to be polite.
Unhurriedly putting Max down, he made sure that she could stand steadily, before he walked over to the two security guards.
"Be careful. He doesn't seem to be a guest. " The security guard who had lagged behind sensed that something wasn't right and warned his companion. He also reached for a folding baton at his waist and swung it.
Hearing that, the security guard who had walked over also reached for his waist.
The moment his hand touched the baton, Luke raised his left hand and slapped him in the face.
Pa!
In Luke's eyes, the security guard's face began to ripple, before it slowly twisted to the side and spun 720 degrees.
His eyes were lifeless as he stood there swaying for a breath. Then, with a thud, he fell straight on the deck.
Alarmed, the security guard who had been more vigilant slowly waved the baton in his hand as he backed away. At the same time, he opened his mouth to shout a warning, "Attention …"
His vision blurred, and Luke was already standing in front of him.
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