It was only then that the two black men noticed the young man in front of them who looked like a student.
It was mid-October, and the average daily temperature in Los Angeles was 15 to 28 degrees Celsius.
At that moment, it was autumn in New York, and the temperature was mostly between 10 and 18 degrees Celsius.
People were all wearing thick long johns. Things like jackets and windbreakers, which were hard to wear in Los Angeles, were standard issue in New York.
Luke, on the other hand, was only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, which was stretched taut by his well-developed muscles.
Looking at the dust on him and hearing the sound of things being smashed inside, the two black men couldn't help but swallow. This guy might have a tender face, but he was someone who did physical work!
And most people who did physical work didn't have good tempers.
Those who did physical work in the Clinton area had even worse tempers.
Their gazes darted between Luke's muscular chest and the sledgehammer, and the two black men were caught between a rock and a hard place.
If they didn't do anything, they would feel too embarrassed.
If they did, they felt a faint chill on the top of their heads, as if a cold wind was about to blow through the cracks in their skulls and into their brains.
It had to be said that there was something wrong with their instincts.
Luke was here to be a police officer, and he hadn't taken up his post yet. How could he smash their skulls the moment he arrived?
He was actually looking at the soles of their feet out of the corner of his eye.
It definitely wasn't illegal to throw away renovation tools and accidentally smash the soles of the thugs' feet in the face of a bayonet.
Suddenly, someone shouted not far away, "Hey, what are you doing?"
This time, the silent atmosphere between the two sides was broken. The two black men jumped two meters back. "Don't come over, kid, don't come over."
Luke couldn't be bothered to look at them.
He turned his head and saw two young Caucasian men walking over at a fast pace about twenty meters away from him.
The one who spoke was a short and fat young man with long brown hair, and behind him was a tall and thin young man in sunglasses.
The short and fat young man raised his voice as he walked over. "Charlie, Raqael, what are you doing here?"
The two black men turned their heads and subconsciously hid their knife hands behind their backs. With a pained expression, they cried, "Oh my god, please let us go. Don't come to my house to nag us again tonight. No, it's best if you don't appear in my house for the rest of your life. "
The short and fat young man's expression turned serious. "But a few days ago, we finally managed to get you out of the police station's detention room. At that time, you personally promised to find a proper job. That was the condition. "
Luke listened to their conversation with great interest and smiled. This young man was quite interesting.
Having been a detective for so long, and with all kinds of abilities, he could easily sense what most people were thinking.
The short and fat young man in front of him actually gave off the vibe of Jennifer's lawyer.
His expression was calm and his eyes were clear. He was a typical righteous player.
The short and fat young man turned around and smiled at Luke. "Sir, how should I address you?"
Luke smiled back and put the sledgehammer back next to the door.
He took off one of his gloves and stretched out his hand. "Just call me Luke."
The short and fat young man glanced at Luke's outstretched hand and realized that this hand belonged to a gentleman who lived like a prince.
Of course, it wasn't hard to understand why a gentleman would confront two hooligans with a sledgehammer.
Foggy would also use a baseball bat to defend himself when he was in danger, but that didn't mean he was a baseball player.
He immediately stretched out his hand. "Hello, Luke. My name is Foggy, Foggy Nelson."
They shook hands for a moment before politely letting go.
Foggy took the initiative to speak again. "It's like this, Mr. Luke …"
Luke said, "You're welcome. Just call me Luke. That way, I don't have to call you Mr. Nelson, right?"
Foggy nodded decisively. He found this smiling and gentle young man very pleasing to the eye.
"Luke, I'll be honest. These two guys are sixteen and fifteen. They're underage. " Foggy gestured at the two boys who had conflicted expressions but didn't dare leave. "I saw them threaten you with a knife. I'm sorry for what they did."
Luke raised an eyebrow. Wasn't this nice guy a little too much?
Seeing his expression, Foggy said with a bitter smile, "It's a little too much to say, but they actually didn't have much ill will just now. So far, they only have a criminal record of theft, not assault with a weapon. That's why we bailed them out of the police station. "
Luke glanced at the two boys, pondered for a moment, and coughed.
Foggy immediately focused his attention. He was good at reading people's expressions, and knew that Luke was probably going to make a stand.
Luke asked, "Are they your younger brothers?"
Foggy: "…"
The skinny young man behind him: "…"
The two boys: "…"
After an awkward moment, he quickly shook his head. "No, I don't have any African-American elders in my family."
Luke suddenly became playful. "What about your cousins?"
Foggy: "…"
The skinny young man: "…"
The two boys: "…"
Foggy smiled bitterly. "Luke, I'm not their relative. I'm just a lawyer who was entrusted by their mother and cousin to bail them out. "
Luke glanced at the skinny young man behind Foggy.
Foggy reacted quickly this time. "He's my partner. He doesn't have any African-American elders! Hm, and he doesn't have any African-American cousins either. "
Hearing that, the skinny young man's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Did he look like an African-American at all? What's wrong with your brain?
Luke nodded and looked away. "What do you mean?"
Foggy hesitated for a moment before he asked tentatively, "If it's possible, they can apologize to you and make some personal compensation in exchange for your forgiveness. Is that okay?"
Seeing that Luke was expressionless, he added, "I promise they won't harass you again in the future."
The two boys were about to object, but Foggy turned around and glared at them sharply. "If you refuse, I'll print out a copy of the lawyer's fee last time. You can consider paying it in five or ten years. It's fine if you don't understand. I can help you make a repayment plan and tell you exactly how much you have to pay me every month. "
The two boys' faces were filled with despair. The butterfly knives on their backs clattered to the ground as they stood there weakly. "Then you'd better send us back to the detention center."
Luke wasn't in a hurry to say anything. Instead, he sized up the two boys.
Foggy turned around and looked at him sincerely. "Luke, they're just kids. Give them a chance, okay?"
Pondering for a moment, Luke suddenly asked, "Are they really not your cousins?"
Foggy: "…"
The skinny young man: "…"
The two boys: "…"
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