The pink-blue t-shirt gnashed his teeth. "Don't even think about it! I don't even have fifty dollars on me. "
Amused, Luke typed again, "Then you owe me half a million dollars. You won't deny that, right?"
The pink-blue t-shirt hesitated for a moment, before he nodded dejectedly. "I owe you."
He had a lot of good habits, such as extortion, blackmailing, eating free food from his targets, wearing their slippers, and taking a bath in their bathtub.
But trustworthiness was one of his fundamental strengths in the mercenary world. Otherwise, why would high school students ask him to beat up their love rivals?
It was all because he said that he wouldn't kill anyone if he knocked out two teeth.
While the pink-blue t-shirt was lamenting himself, Luke put his phone away and dashed into his room.
The pink-blue t-shirt was stumped for a moment. A moment later, he saw Luke search his room, and immediately understood. "Wait, we have to split the loot here."
A few minutes later, looking at the pile of cash and white crystals that Luke had just taken out of Dre's safe, the pink-blue t-shirt looked at Luke. "How do we split it?"
Luke pulled the goods over to his side and gestured at the pile of cash.
The pink-blue t-shirt was stumped. "Mine?"
Luke nodded and typed, "The goods are mine. Cash? "
The pink-blue t-shirt beamed. "Haha, you're too generous. No problem, we'll split it like this." He then reached for the pile of money.
Luke, however, raised his hand and gestured for him to wait.
The pink-blue t-shirt looked at him warily. "Are you going back on your word?"
Luke unhurriedly typed and played, "You seem to have forgotten that you just owed me half a million dollars."
The pink-blue t-shirt was dumbfounded. "What do you mean? Are you saying … "
He looked at the pile of cash in front of him. "Is this money still yours?"
Luke spread his hands helplessly.
The pink-blue t-shirt gritted his teeth at the pile of money, before he lowered his head in frustration. "Fine."
Luke grabbed the pile of cash with a smile and stuffed it into a big bag. He then took a bottle of vodka from the hall and poured it on the pile of goods.
He grabbed the lighter on the coffee table and lit it up. He raised his hand and was about to throw it on the pile of goods.
"Wait, you burned it?" The pink-blue T-shirt was surprised. "It can be sold for at least two hundred thousand dollars."
Luke glanced at him, but still threw out the lighter in his hand.
With a loud boom, flames sprang up.
He typed a message on his phone and played it. "Mr. Strongest Assassin, I have a piece of advice for you. Don't ever deal in illegal drugs. Otherwise, I don't mind killing you too. "
The man found it odd. "You're not a killer?"
Luke was silent.
"Wait, you are …" The man in the pink and blue t-shirt suddenly moved his head closer and asked in a low voice, "Ghost Butcher?"
Luke was still silent. He simply picked up the pile of cash and threw it at the pink-blue T-shirt before he typed and played the video. "Okay, you only owe me 220,000 dollars now. This is for your hard work tonight. "
Looking at the ten thousand dollars in his hand, the pink-blue T-shirt was lost for words. You really don't take money seriously! That was ten thousand dollars!
If it happened to be a mission to threaten kids, stalkers, or hooligans, he wouldn't be able to make that much money even if he did it twenty times.
But the man in front of him had casually thrown it to him.
But when he thought about it, the two hundred thousand dollars had still belonged to him a moment ago, and his heart was bleeding again.
"You're too high profile." Luke played another message on his phone. "The LAPD has already noticed you. You'd better leave as soon as possible. This isn't your territory. You'll easily be targeted if you cross the line. "
Saying that, he disappeared from the doorway.
Stumped for a moment, the man snorted. "I'm not scared of those idiotic police officers. Come and catch me if you can!"
At that moment, a siren rang out in the distance.
Looking at the fire that was already spreading, the man said, "Forget it. In any case, Haley doesn't know that someone else killed half of them. I didn't lie to her. These guys have indeed been taken care of, and my mission is complete. Time to go."
As he walked out of the room, he smashed the stack of hundred-dollar bills in his hand. "Where should I go today? It'd be a waste if I didn't spend the ten thousand dollars soon. There seems to be a strip bar over there? The girls there have big and round butts. Hm, it's only two. I still have time to catch one … "
As he rambled on, his figure disappeared into the night.
On the other side, Luke put the bag of cash into his inventory and checked the system.
System: Eliminate Black Bones' nest and its main members. Completed.
Total experience: 4,000. Total credit: 4,000.
Contribution rate: 50%. EXP + 2,000. Credit + 2,000.
In tonight's operation, the "Mr. Strongest Hitman" was on par with him, and Daddy System approved of it.
Luke didn't think much of it.
Compared with experience and credit, he was more troubled by something else.
Walking to a dark corner, he turned his head and looked at a window on the second floor of a dilapidated building. "Still not coming out? Do you think I put the drone there for nothing? "
After two seconds of silence, Selina crawled out of the window and landed next to him with a small jump. "I …"
Luke waved his hand. "Let's talk later."
Saying that, he took Selina to his car which he had parked in a secluded corner, and they left.
They didn't talk on the way.
When they were one kilometer away from home, Luke drove the car into an unremarkable bungalow.
After they entered the house, he said, "Take off your clothes. Throw your sunglasses, mask, and shoes into this bag."
Selina obediently did as she was told. She then put on a new set of clothes that Luke gave her.
Luke also changed his clothes and threw them into the bag. He then took the bag into the house and stored it in his inventory.
"Let's go home," he said.
They left on foot through a remote back alley.
Ten minutes later, they returned home.
Luke made himself a pot of green tea and sat down on the couch. "Tell me, why did you go out with me today?"
Selina was drinking her drink, and she choked when she heard that.
Coughing a few times, she said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
Luke shook his head. "I'm not blaming you. You didn't do anything wrong."
Selina raised her head. "Really?"
Luke nodded and had a sip of tea. "There are some things I don't want you to know, because it won't do you any good."
Selina lowered her head again. "Isn't that the same?"
Luke moved closer with a smile and put his arm around her shoulders. He rocked her as if she were a child. "Did you forget how devastated you looked when we went camping a few days ago? What could I have done? "
Selina was lost for words.
She had been devastated by Luke's combat ability.
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