Selina couldn't be bothered with his nonsense. She glanced at him and asked, "Why is Elena in America? On vacation? "
Luke picked up a bun and said casually, "She's qualified as an exchange student. She's now a student at the Paland Academy of Arts in New Jersey."
Selina hummed and didn't ask anything else.
Luke had never been an ascetic.
In Los Angeles, he would go out at night.
Most of the time, he would look for Jenny, and occasionally spend the night with Jimena.
There were also two other women, but she didn't ask who they were. He didn't see them often.
Given Luke's age, wealth, and physique, this number of women was already very restrained.
It was just like some of the guys who played basketball in college. They partied every night and didn't refuse anyone.
Also, Jenny had been very busy recently.
After coming to New York, Luke had only visited Jenny once.
Elena's appearance had only restored some of the rhythm of Los Angeles to his life.
Selina couldn't be bothered to say anything.
It was still a busy day, but it was a leisurely one for Luke and Selina.
Of course, they wouldn't investigate the body dump at Trienburg Park. Kilgrave, who they had been investigating, was already dead, and the two of them actually didn't have any more cases.
At noon, the two of them used the excuse of going out in the afternoon to look for clues and went home to train and work.
But in the afternoon, there was a knock on Luke's door.
Luke, who was working on the first floor, looked at the surveillance footage, wiped his hands, and opened the door.
Outside the door were two "acquaintances" whom he had just gotten to know.
He greeted them with a smile. "Foggy, Matt, what brings you here today?"
Foggy said, "I heard from Charlie that you were back, so I came to take a look."
Looking at his expression, Luke simply opened the door and made way. "Come in. You definitely aren't just here to visit my new neighbor, or you should have at least brought me some fruit or snacks."
Both Foggy and Matt were a little embarrassed when they heard that. They realized that they had indeed forgotten.
It was their first time visiting a new neighbor, but they had come empty-handed. This usually meant that they weren't on good terms with the other party.
Luke waited for them to enter before he went upstairs, and the door closed automatically.
He turned his head and smiled. "Alright, it was just a joke. Don't mind it."
On the second floor, Luke served them coffee. After they sat down, he said, "Just tell me what you want. Also, your firm is doing very well. You must be very busy."
Hearing this and thinking about the "business" of their firm, the two of them wanted to laugh bitterly.
A moment later, Foggy said, "It's like this. We heard that a police officer from the Detective Bureau was recently attacked? "
Luke nodded.
The Detective Bureau had been very active in the past few days, and they had even uprooted the Blood Skull gang. This wasn't a secret to begin with, and anyone who was slightly familiar with NYPD could find out.
Foggy hesitated for a moment before he lowered his voice. "I also heard that it was Inspector Walter who was injured?"
Luke nodded again. "It's him."
"Is he badly injured?" Foggy asked.
Luke said, "He'll be in bed for about a month. But on the night of the attack, he was seriously injured and almost died in the line of duty. He's already very lucky to be alive. "
"I hope he recovers." Foggy frowned. "Do you think this has anything to do with his investigation of the explosion?"
Pondering for a moment, Luke glanced at the two of them before he nodded. "That should be the case."
Hearing that, Foggy's expression didn't look too good. "Was it really that 'black mask'?"
Luke shook his head. "We've found the attackers. They're gang members, not Mr. Black Mask."
He didn't look at Matt at all when he said that.
Looking at Foggy's expression, he smiled. "Foggy, the Detective Bureau isn't focusing on arresting the black mask."
Foggy found that odd. "Why?" He knew that the police had already issued an arrest warrant for the black mask, accusing him of assaulting a police officer and causing a bomb attack.
Luke shrugged. "I've heard from the Temples siblings about the black mask's reputation. It's basically positive. The few negative comments about him came from the 15th Precinct's accusations. As soon as I arrived at NYPD, several colleagues warned me that the 15th Precinct's reputation was terrible and untrustworthy. "
Foggy was speechless.
Luke took a sip of his coffee and played with the small cup in his hand. "Even the Detective Bureau doesn't believe the 15th Precinct's nonsense. Also, as soon as Walter investigated the explosion case, someone with a black mask came knocking on his door and injured him. You're familiar with this technique as lawyers, right? "
Of course, Foggy and Matt knew that many lawyers were more familiar with this technique than the police.
"You're framing me!" Foggy said through gritted teeth.
This had a lot to do with him.
He had also been injured in the explosion that night, but had been lucky not to have been seriously injured.
Several of the other innocent people who had been affected had been seriously injured, and a lot of property had been lost, such as Old Lady Elena.
If the black mask hadn't been responsible for the explosion, then he had the wrong person to hate.
"Do you have any preliminary conclusions?" Foggy couldn't help but ask.
Luke picked up his coffee and took a sip unhurriedly. "That depends on whether you're asking this question as a lawyer or as a friend."
Foggy was stunned, but Matt understood. Friends had insider information, and lawyers had no comment.
"I promise this is just a chat between friends," Matt, who had been a man of few words, suddenly interjected.
Luke raised an eyebrow and looked at Foggy. "What do you think?"
Foggy nodded decisively. "It's just a chat. Only the three of us know about it."
Luke nodded and put down his coffee cup. He picked up the cake on the table and took a bite. "On the surface, all the evidence points to a gang in Brooklyn called the Blood Skull. Basically all the members of this gang have been thrown into custody, except for their boss, Billy Wharton."
Foggy and Matt focused their attention and listened carefully.
Luke took another bite of the cake. "According to the two attackers, this Billy Wharton is the mastermind."
Foggy and Matt both frowned.
The Blood Skull was just one of the gangs in Brooklyn, and wasn't the most famous. The two of them, who had been in Manhattan for a long time, had never heard of them.
If it really was this Billy Wharton who had planned the explosion, it would be very unlikely that they would get compensation from this missing person.
Looking at their expressions, Luke continued, "However, we believe that Billy is just an executor. The mastermind of the explosion should be Kingpin's men."
"Kingpin?" Foggy repeated the name blankly. Clearly, he didn't know anything about it.
Matt's expression didn't change, but he leaned forward slightly, clearly very interested in the name.
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