"I'm in New York, so Mr. Wilson, you don't have to catch a luxurious business class flight tonight, and you don't have to bother staying in a standard four-star room. You can sleep in your own bed and have a good night's sleep, "said Luke unhurriedly.
Pausing for a moment, he continued, "Also, a reminder: if you don't work harder, Mr. Wilson, you might have to pay the minimum fee of five hundred dollars for the information."
Wade's face drooped, and he felt sorry that he hadn't knocked the rich guy. "That's a pity … Ah, I mean, that's great."
"Set a time and place, then send it to me. It'd be best if it's before seven tonight in New York. I don't plan on flying back to Los Angeles to meet you. "Luke chuckled." Money only belongs to you when it's in your pocket, right? Mr. Wilson. "
Wade: "… Okay."
Then, Luke hung up.
Selina began to complain, "How did this guy survive until now? He hasn't been beaten to death since he was young. Is it because he's surrounded by people with hearing disabilities? "
"Of course, it's not something that can be cultivated in a day." Luke said unhurriedly, "It took you twenty to thirty years to successfully become a super b * tch. You can be considered talented."
Selina laughed out loud. "I want to know how many of his classmates wanted to kill him when he was young. Yes, you can count Teacher as well. "
Luke said, "Maybe they've already been fired."
Wade's text came back quickly: Sister Margaret's Home for Bad Children.
argaret’s
shool
for
aard
Hildren Bar, 7: 00 p.m.
Looking at the long list of bar names and the word "school," Selina's mouth twitched. "Is this really the name of the school that Wade went to? Isn't he afraid of being cursed by God? "
Luke didn't think much of it. "You have to believe that bitches aren't afraid of being cursed, because too many people curse them."
…
At half past six in the evening, Luke and Selina left in their old car.
But now, the old car had been replaced with a grayish-black color, and it looked even more inconspicuous. The license plate had also been changed to a real fake license plate.
Luke and Selina were still dressed like a teenager and a girl in a hip-hop band, and they also had caps, sunglasses, and big masks.
They found a shabby bar with a long name in Harlem that was full of bad humor and walked in.
As soon as he stepped through the door, he felt a sense of familiarity.
This place was similar to the bar in Los Angeles where he had met Wade, and it was equally vulgar.
In the old and run-down bar, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, sweat, and vomit permeated the air. The customers all had ugly faces and looked like they should have been sent to the electric chair a long time ago.
The two of them walked to the counter and each ordered a bottle of Coke.
The bartender with long hair, buckteeth, and black-rimmed glasses didn't seem surprised. However, the twenty-dollar price for a bottle of Coke was a clear indication of how unscrupulous this place was.
Perhaps it was because Luke and Selina weren't dressed like everyone else here.
Luke put two twenties in a glass jar on the counter and asked, "Is Wade here?"
The bartender glanced at him. "Which Wade?"
Pondering for two seconds, Luke said, "The cheapest and most shameless one."
The bartender said, "He hasn't been here for days. It's said that he's obsessed with a 400-pound African woman whose ass is as big as a hippopotamus."
Luke and Selina were lost for words. Is your mouth related to Wade's?
At that moment, a man sat down at the counter. "If you spread fake news about my wife again, I'll blow up all the fake alcohol here."
The bartender snorted. "Then you can only drink water."
The man tossed a five-dollar bill into the bartender's glass bowl. "Give me a fake whiskey you mixed yourself."
The bartender didn't move. "Twenty-five dollars."
The man said, "Who told you to slander my wife just now? Five dollars, or I'll take twenty-five dollars from your money box. "
The bartender helplessly poured a glass of whiskey and filled it with ice cubes. He then put the glass in front of the man with a thud. "Wade, take it easy. Don't get drunk and go back to the wrong house with the wrong wife."
Of course, it was Wade.
Hearing that, he gave the bartender an international gesture and ignored him with a smile. "Boss, we meet again. What's the deal this time?"
Luke took a sip of his coke. "You know that someone offered a huge reward for revenge yesterday, right?"
Stumped for a moment, Wade immediately said, "I do. You're not going to ask me for information on the masked men, are you? I can't help you with that. Those masked men are all cuties. I love them. They're the ones who fill this city with joy and liveliness … "
Of course, Wade wouldn't say that after watching Batman's video, even he had put on a mask and done a few things in the name of "justice."
Of course, after the trial, all the bad guys' money would go into his pocket. It was a good habit not to waste anything.
However, he didn't want to be Batman.
Batman was indeed very strong, but he was the "strongest Wade," and wouldn't be weaker than anyone.
Thus, he bought himself a dark red suit to show that he was different from Batman.
In fact, he felt that there were too many people on the streets wearing Batman, and the black armor was too ordinary, which didn't match his unique temperament and figure at all.
In the end, one night when he went out to "uphold justice," he ran into a few guys in the same dark red clothes who were kidnapping children.
Enraged, he drew his sword and hacked the bad guys who kidnapped the children to death before throwing them into the river.
That was because not only were they wearing the same dark red clothes, they also had long knives on their backs.
Apart from the fact that the dark red clothes were a little looser, these bad guys actually looked similar to Wade at first glance.
Wade, who felt that he had been taken advantage of for no reason, was naturally merciless and destroyed them all.
With this encounter, Wade learned from his painful experience and made up his mind to part with what he loved.
Finally, he added a few small black patches to his "uniform" — for example, the eyes of the mask turned black.
The red and black color scheme and the fact that the clothes had turned into tights finally allowed Wade to temporarily escape the piracy crisis.
So, when he heard Luke mention the masked men, he decisively expressed his attitude.
He was one of the masked men himself. How could he help Luke catch these "companions," unless … he paid more!
Wade was delighted. This time, he had to make this rich guy pay more.
Luke said, "No, what I want is information on those hitmen."
"… So, you have to give me a price I can't refuse," Wade said at almost the same time.
Then, he was stunned. "What did you just say?"
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