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It wasn't that Luke was afraid of the old man, but it was his habit to never fight a battle he wasn't confident in, especially when he had the initiative.
After understanding the basic situation here, and knowing that no one had come to the portal, he naturally wouldn't stay in someone else's house.
After he went downstairs, he opened the black umbrella that he had just taken out of his space and strolled along the streets of Gotham City.
The sound of the rain and the sound of tires running over the road couldn't drown out the various sounds in the distance.
As he consciously spread out his Elementary Sound Wave ability, he heard everything in every dark corner of this gloomy metropolis.
On such a rainy night, robberies and robberies still happened from time to time. There was no shortage of armed criminals who injured or even killed people, although the frequency was lower than the previous two.
As expected of Gotham City, where outstanding people lived, criminals couldn't even relax on a rainy day? He couldn't help but sigh and suppress his urge to take action immediately.
Since he was already here, he couldn't make a small fuss. A detailed or even long-term plan was necessary.
It had to be noted that before the battle in Wakanda, the big American city next door had been upgraded from a boss dungeon to an elite dungeon by Team Bat.
Ten years after the battle in Wakanda, it was now a dungeon for small monsters, and could only be left for reserve members to "warm up" for practice.
The difference was like going from holding a real gun in a war-torn area in the Middle East to holding a stun gun and zapping in New York.
Luke's source of experience and credit points had already become the leader of the various tribal conflicts and killings.
Compared with the American gangsters who were willing to have fun after making money, these forces who fought non-stop because of their different faiths and races were like leeks.
When a big one died, a few small ones popped up.
When a few small ones died, a few big ones popped up.
The only thing Luke could do was kill those who were particularly brutal so that the conflict wouldn't be so insane.
However, carrying out missions across regions, especially in underdeveloped areas, would take a lot more time.
He obtained a lot of experience and credit points each time, but the frequency of them was much lower.
Overall, Luke's efficiency at earning experience and credit points in his hometown next door was decreasing, and would definitely continue to decrease.
Opening up a new 'leek field' was an inevitable choice.
With the talents of Gotham City, it would take at least ten years to go from a Boss Dungeon to an Elite Dungeon.
With such a long period of time, temporary patience was necessary … Alright! I'm still too righteous. Luke sighed again, and a small steel ball appeared between his fingers.
With a flick of his index finger, the steel ball instantly hit a water pipe at the corner of the street, and then refracted into the shadows in the depths of the alley.
Thump! Huala!
The sound of a human body falling into a puddle was heard, followed by the frantic footsteps of a woman leaving.
Luke heaved a sigh of relief. Lord Wei wouldn't investigate a minor concussion, would he? Well, the premise was that the quantity couldn't be too large.
Then, he frowned and looked around. 'F * ck, I've seen dozens of people who could be beaten to a brain infarction, let alone a concussion.'
Multiple choice questions were indeed not something adults were good at! Muttering to himself, Luke walked through the streets and alleys with the black umbrella in his hand.
Tomorrow, hundreds more people would visit the neurosurgery department at the major hospitals in Gotham City.
Of course, if someone called an ambulance for them tonight, it would be the emergency department's turn to make a fortune.
…
The next morning, Luke sat in a glass coffee shop in a five-star hotel and unhurriedly ate breakfast.
If this was New Jersey, it would be open-air.
Unfortunately, this was Gotham, and there were too many pollutants in the air. With his keen sense of smell, he could smell all kinds of chemicals.
In his hometown next door, no company would dare discharge polluted water in broad daylight, but here, it was officially permitted.
Ordinary people were already numb to the strange smell in the air, and the rich could only do their best to stay indoors with clean air, or live in villas in the suburbs that were less polluted.
As he ate breakfast and looked down at the city that seemed to have come to life, Luke had mixed feelings.
That was because most of the guys who he thought should have been sent to the hospital last night didn't. Some of the less seriously injured ones even got up on their own and slipped home.
To put it simply, these people seemed to have abnormal recovery abilities, but their physical fitness wasn't any better than the average person in Luke's hometown.
Did this world favor scoundrels? Luke couldn't help but wonder, why else would so many scoundrels show up?
Even if they were often caught by Lord Wei the moment they came out and beaten up, those who had broken their bones three to five times wouldn't even rank among the top hundred.
But most of these guys would come out alive and kicking after a while to continue their "quest for a beating."
Forget it. If they wanted to be beaten up, he could just beat them up a few more times and make their injuries several times worse. Wouldn't that give them more time to behave themselves? Luke chose the simplest plan.
Kill them directly? That would be at least a few months later, when his territory would heat up.
A hasty man wouldn't be able to eat hot tofu, let alone steal food from Lord Wei's mouth.
Suddenly, a pair of shockingly long legs flashed in front of him, followed by a beautiful back that most men would want to fly straight to heaven.
Wasn't she afraid of catching a cold dressed like that so early in the morning? Luke raised his head and looked at the lady who had a strong constitution.
Erm … Fine, this lady wasn't just a little strong, but too strong.
Looking at the woman in the revealing red dress sitting three tables away, Luke's eyes flickered with curiosity.
Sensing that someone was looking at her, the woman turned her head slightly and met his eyes.
She didn't have much of an expression on her face. She simply sized him up, before she indifferently turned away.
It was an obvious gesture of rejection, and the subtext was probably "I'm not interested in you. Don't stare at me."
Luke took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses and put them on to make himself look even more ordinary … Of course not.
The glasses were made of nanoarmor, and were the most suitable detection and display equipment to be worn openly.
He could intuitively sense that the woman in the red dress had immense power in her body, but the detection equipment could provide more detailed data to further analyze the composition and source of the power.
Putting on the glasses to make himself look more refined, Luke walked over to the woman in the red dress and sat down in a chair across from her.
The woman in the red dress raised her long and narrow eyes in displeasure. "Sorry, there's someone else here."
Luke smiled. It was the "cold" smile that was most commonly seen among Knights. Mindy had spread this comment in private, and it was unanimously agreed upon by everyone in Ursa Minor, including the tycoon.
Hm, so it wasn't just her back that was exposed. Luke, who was a professional actor, looked as steady as an old man on the surface, but he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
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