There was a boy and a girl. The boy was seven or eight years old, and the girl was five or six.
Seven or eight meters behind them, a couple was dragging their suitcases and talking about something. They didn't notice what Luke was doing.
Luke only said that for a few seconds. When the couple saw their child run off, they asked the security guard at the banquet hall entrance something and hurried over, only to find that the child wanted to pee.
The woman found that odd. "Didn't you just pee before you came out? You're too busy playing again! "
The man apologized politely to the security guard.
What could the security guard say? It wasn't wrong for a child to ask for the toilet.
He told them where the toilet was and waved goodbye to the family before he returned to the door.
Luke, on the other hand, had already entered the dark hall. He moved nimbly and stood in a corner.
On the catwalk, the models were walking gracefully, wearing large sweaters and sweaters with eye-catching patterns, showing them off back and forth.
This was the fall and winter fashion show.
Given the temperature in London, sweaters could be worn sooner or later, and sweaters could be worn in September and October.
Luke didn't care about the models. He was looking for the designer, Alexander.
Alexander McCartney was a fashion designer who was somewhat famous in England. He was also the owner of the hundred-year-old handmade suit shop and the "supplier" of the Bubblegum Gang.
A few hours ago, the fashion designer had been discussing with Axelle how many "goods" they were going to send to the Slovakian town.
Luke had come here to find Alexander first to confirm the guy's appearance and smell. Secondly, he didn't have the guy's address, so finding him here was the fastest way.
Just as he was thinking about how to get rid of the designer and "design" him, he saw something familiar.
He had arrived a little late. The fashion show was coming to an end, and the models and the designer, Alexander, had all come out to express their gratitude.
There was nothing unusual about Alexander. He was an ordinary white British man in his forties. Apart from the fact that he was a little effeminate and had some makeup on, he didn't smell like a vampire.
But the three female models next to Alexander looked a little familiar.
Frowning and thinking for a few seconds, Luke matched their three long legs with what he remembered. He instantly cursed inwardly. It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it?
Looking at the applause from the audience and the stage, he took out his fake phone and sent a message to a woman through the Internet.
He originally thought that the woman would only see it after a while, but who knew that in less than ten seconds, a reply would appear.
Luke sighed and didn't send any new messages.
For this matter, it was best for him to directly deal with the source. The more people who knew about it, the more dangerous it would be.
As for these three long-legged women who dreamed of reaching the pinnacle and becoming world-famous models, Luke could only express his regret.
In this world, it was never easy to succeed. It was already a great fortune to be able to stay alive and continue to struggle.
Thinking of this, he was also a little hesitant. Back then, I only … beat Vanessa, right? Why were the three of them so unlucky? She risked her life to be a model. She was so dedicated.
Very soon, the press conference was over. Luke didn't leave with the guests, but took advantage of the chaos to sneak backstage.
After the press conference ended, this was just an ordinary hall. No one paid attention to the people coming and going.
Luke followed Alexander all the way to the parking lot.
Watching Alexander's luxurious Audi drive past, with Vanessa's three old partners and best friends among the eight models, Luke slapped his forehead and followed in his secondhand Golf.
On the narrow streets of British cities, a luxury limousine was more of a show-off; it wasn't as convenient as Luke's secondhand Golf.
Luke easily tailed the Audi hundreds of meters away as he drove northwest of London.
As Alexander's car went farther and farther away, Luke found it a little strange. What was going on? Both cars were now out of downtown London and in Watford, and there was no sign of them stopping.
Had Alexander discovered that he was being followed? Luke quickly denied that possibility.
It wasn't impossible to discover that he was being followed. For example, he could use a drone to monitor the surroundings, but Alexander didn't have that kind of technology.
Neither did his vampire master.
Puzzled, he followed Alexander's car for more than an hour until they reached Coventry, northwest of London.
Watching them stop in front of a bar, eight men and one woman got out and went in.
Luke also drove the car into a dark alley not far away and changed his clothes.
This time, he wasn't wearing the half-finished White Wolf suit, but an ordinary grayish-black hoodie and a cap. A sharp black metal mask covered his face.
Luke, who had always been prepared to avoid coincidences, naturally wouldn't let his itinerary coincide with White Wolf's so easily.
Even if he hadn't entered Slovakia or England with his original identity, he still chose a safer method — to change into another identity.
After he got out of the car, he jumped onto a building next to him and released the drone to monitor the bar and the surroundings.
There wasn't anything special about the bar, but there were no surveillance cameras here.
Most bars would install surveillance cameras at the front and back doors to prevent petty thieves and fights, but there weren't any here.
Luke was a little looking forward to it.
This habit was a little interesting!
This bar was located in a dilapidated industrial area. It had an obvious LOFT style on the outside, so it didn't stand out here.
It only had two floors. There weren't any windows on the first floor, and the old iron doors and windows on the second floor looked especially old.
Luke watched as the four models were taken to a room on the second floor, and Alexander said a few words before he went downstairs.
The four models were left to turn on the music, pour themselves drinks and make fun of themselves.
Vanessa's three best friends weren't among the four models. They all seemed to have something in common — they were young and immature, with a relatively pure temperament. They looked like newcomers in the industry.
As for Vanessa's three best friends … Considering how they had robbed a bank with Vanessa in New York, it was obvious what they were like.
One is marked by the company one keeps. The principle of this saying is the same everywhere.
After confirming that, Luke didn't waste any more time, and directly entered through the window on the second floor.
The four new models, who were in the middle of their own fun, didn't notice the movement in the corner, nor did they see the flash of a black shadow.
Coming down from the second floor, Luke suddenly smiled delightedly in front of a door.
He didn't pause at all as he kicked the door open, and a huge sound wave surged out.
Like the outside of the building, the interior of the first floor was in the same industrial style.
There were exposed brick and cement walls, all kinds of pipes, and a large ballroom that was so wide that it was almost unobstructed. Dozens of people were sitting or dancing in it.
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