There was disgust on Luke's cold face. He wiped his hands with a white handkerchief and murmured, "You actually have oil all over your face. You really don't care about personal hygiene. If you're so uncultured, you should stay at home and not come out to disgust people. "
As he spoke, he checked his palms again, as if he really was checking if there was anything dirty on them. In the end, he threw away the handkerchief and bowed slightly as he stepped back.
It was only then that the group noticed Max, who was wearing a cat mask, behind him.
Two of the girls seemed to have been in the cosplay circle before. When they saw the cat mask, they couldn't help but blurt out, "B- Bastet?"
The group looked at them blankly. "What?"
Well, Max, who had been called, was also dumbfounded. It wasn't easy for her to hold back the same "what."
As a New Yorker, she naturally knew about the black catgirl, but she had never noticed that her official name was actually Bastet.
It was just like how many people knew about Death Knell, but didn't know that its official name was Big Dipper.
Luke was amused.
He hadn't made this mask for Selina, but a pure cosplay product that the little turtles had come up with. He had just taken one in passing.
Besides, the old Bastet armor that Selina had worn had been kept as souvenirs by her. She hadn't given it to anyone, not even Luke.
Now that they had entered the era of nano armor, the only difference between the appearance and structure of the armor was the input parameters.
Who would have thought that there would be cosplay enthusiasts here? He looked at the two girls with great interest, only to find that their faces were pale and their legs were trembling.
Under everyone's gaze, the only piece of cloth on one of them instantly became wet, and a huge amount of smelly yellow liquid flowed down her legs.
Stumped for a moment, Luke looked at the system panel. Hm, that's right. These two girls were indeed yellow neutral normal people.
Then why were they so afraid of the black catgirl that they peed themselves on the spot?
Before his mind could work, the girl who had peed herself had already fallen to the ground and "explained" in despair. "S- I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. She taught me to do it. "
Luke:???
Max:???
All the men and women:???
Only the girl who had also shouted "Bastet" changed drastically, and then … peed herself.
The one who peed later felt that his partner wanted to shift the "responsibility" to him, so he subconsciously pushed the blame to him.
She raised her hand and pointed at one of the two remaining second-generation nobles. "It was Barry. He was the one who asked Nina and I to disguise ourselves as black catgirls. He's rich and powerful, so we have to agree. Actually, Nina and I are very normal. We've never been masochistic. It's all because of Barry. "
The girl who peed first was even more timid. When she heard her best friend's words, she nodded without hesitation. "Yes, it's Barry who forced us …"
Luke put a finger on his lips and gestured for them to shut up.
If he continued to listen, he was really afraid that he would cripple these two idiotic women.
It was a person's freedom to cosplay whoever they wanted, but it was too stupid to repeat such a disgusting thing.
Of course, the Barry they were talking about was the one who started it all.
And Barry was the mastermind who wanted to make a move on Max. He was also the protagonist of today's banquet, the owner of the yacht, and the "core" figure of this group of rich second generations.
Luke's cold gaze fell on Barry.
Coincidentally and inevitably, this Barry had a red name.
Very good. In a few days, he would be able to live his second life in peace. The logistics team in Space 2 had always lacked innocent masochistic male students.
Ophelia (Madam Viper, expert in nanotoxins) wasn't interested in letting men sleep with her, but she liked to torture them for psychological satisfaction.
Since this Barry was so good at having fun, Luke would let him have his fun.
But not tonight, and especially not in front of Max.
The Cake Maker had no intention of getting involved with superheroes. She preferred to live like most people. It would be even better if she lived like a rich person.
Apart from improving her body so that she wouldn't have enough strength to make cakes, Luke didn't give her any other extraordinary powers.
So, tonight would only be a normal conflict.
It had been years since he had played face-slapping with a rich second generation. Since he had decided to do it, he might as well give it a painful one.
In any case, slapping someone in the face was a very common choice. The security guard who was the most heavily injured here would only need to rest for a month or two at most.
After that, he would accompany the young master Barry to go missing. That would be the simplest choice.
Having already made up his mind, Luke turned around and gave Max a look. "Hurry up, or I won't be able to keep up the act."
Enlightened, Max managed to put on the act that he had been practicing for five minutes.
When Luke asked, "Who is it?", she activated Death Stare at Barry.
Then, the "lucky audience member" who had been picked out tried to jump into the sea to escape, but Luke grabbed him by the neck and pulled him back from the guardrail, and slapped him in the face in front of everyone.
Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap! It sounded like a string of drumbeats.
Then, Luke slapped the other two "lackeys" who had been involved in the coercion that Max had hinted at her to wake up.
He forced them to strip Barry and tie him up. He then stuffed his boxers into Barry's mouth, before he pretended to enter the cabin.
When he came out, he had two leather rackets and a phone in his hands.
Throwing the racket to his two "followers," Luke raised his phone and ignored the looks of despair in the eyes of the three "leads" as he gave the director an order. "Okay, action!"
The two lackeys looked at each other. After a while, they gritted their teeth and raised their racket high. It was better to let our brothers' asses suffer than to let our own faces suffer!
If he didn't do as he was told, the other party might get angry out of humiliation and attack him personally, and Barry's fate would only be worse.
Yes, brother Barry, we are doing this for your own good. With that thought in mind, the two of them swung their hands down heavily.
Pa pa pa pa pa!
A sound that was even louder than a slap rang out, accompanied by Great Director Lu's "on-the-spot instructions" from time to time. "Harder. Didn't you eat?"
"Expression, you have to show an expression of enjoyment."
"It seems that Barry isn't satisfied with your 'service'. Give him another hundred hits."
"Yes, just like that. Tears of excitement are very impactful. "
Ten minutes later, Luke and Max jumped off the yacht and landed on a remote motorboat that was parked next to them, before they slipped away.
The people on the deck looked at each other. For a moment, no one dared to make a sound.
Luke simply told them to stay put, and that whoever moved would be the next male or female lead.
Looking at Barry, who was still crying on the deck with his boxers in his mouth, nobody wanted to be the next male or female lead.
On the motorboat that was a few hundred meters away, Max finally laughed out loud. "Oh, baby, I love you so much!"
Recalling Barry's expression just now and the video on her phone, she couldn't have been more happy. She turned around and kissed Luke.
Luke chuckled. "Satisfied?"
Max said, "Yes, I'm very f * cking satisfied."
Luke said, "Then it's your turn to fulfill your promise when we get home, until I'm satisfied."
Max said, "Wait, although I said you can do whatever you want, I don't want you to do whatever Barry does."
Luke: "Huh?"
Max said ingratiatingly, "It's just a gesture. What do you think?"
Luke: "… Take a guess?"
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