A moment later, Luke arrived at a two-story beachfront villa.
He looked at the light faintly coming through the crack in the door, thought for a moment, stepped forward, and knocked on the door three times at a steady pace: "Hello, is anyone home?"
The voices that had originally reached his ears suddenly stopped, but no one came to open the door.
Luke: "If you don't answer, I'll take it as your consent. Then I'll come in."
As he said this, he turned the doorknob, opened the door with a slight click, and walked in, looking as relaxed as if he had returned to his own home.
After walking three meters in, he passed through the door, hall and partition and saw the situation in the living room on the right.
Then, he stopped, and the corners of his mouth widened, making the smile on his face even brighter: "Hi, what's your name?"
In the living room, two people were standing and one was sitting.
Sitting on the sofa was Harley, wearing a white shirt and denim shorts, and she just looked at Luke with a dull look.
Standing behind her was a thin, calm-looking white man, probably between 25 and 30 years old.
As Luke looked at him with a smile, the thin man released his hands that were pinching Harley's head, with curiosity flashing in his eyes: "It's you, Joker."
Luke bowed gracefully and said, "It is an honor for you to know my name."
The thin man looked curious: "Your name is Jeff Richard Howson, right?"
Luke: "Yes, but I prefer people to call me the Joker."
The thin man nodded thoughtfully: "So, the clown is the real body? Interesting."
Luke walked into the living room slowly and sat down on the sofa next to Harley: "No, it's you who's interesting."
As he spoke, he casually picked up a cup of coffee on the table, crossed his legs, and took a leisurely sip: "Should I call you Zero?"
The thin man walked from behind the couch where Harry was sitting to the single sofa on the other side and sat down as well.
With Harley as the apex, the positions of the three people form an isosceles triangle.
The thin white man leaned his back against the sofa, put his hands naturally on the armrests, and tapped the armrests rhythmically with his ten fingers, full of rhythm: "Simon, Simon-Neper."
Luke glanced at his nimble fingers, smiled and took another sip of coffee: "Do you know why I came to see you?"
Simon on the other side was silent for a moment before answering, "Because you wanted to find me."
Luke raised his eyebrows: This guy is quite interesting.
He had been paying attention to Simon's mental fluctuations before knocking on the door.
At that time, Simon's mental fluctuations were slightly excited and a little happy.
Luke almost thought that this guy was doing something unspeakable to Harley.
Fortunately, my keen sense of smell and primary sound waves denied this possibility, and when I came in, I saw that Harley was also fully clothed.
Faced with his sudden appearance, Simon was not panicked, but became extremely excited.
This excitement was well suppressed by another kind of focused emotion, making him look normal.
But Simon's excitement was extremely strong, only his concentration was even stronger.
To use an old saying, it is "half fire, half sea water."
Luke did not reveal anything more than the name Simon was willing to tell him.
At least Simon didn't reveal who was most likely to send someone to arrest him.
With his mind racing, Luke nodded: "Yes, I am very interested in your research, so I want to study you."
Simon nodded slowly: "I think so too."
Luke moved the hand holding the coffee cup outside the armrest, loosened his fingers, and let it fall onto the colorful Mexican carpet, splashing a yellow-brown stain.
He then withdrew his hands and clapped his hands: "Wow, it seems that someone wants to play a good game with me, this is really great."
Simon had a weird smile on his face: "It's really great to meet you. So I'm here?"
Luke clapped and nodded repeatedly: "Come on, please hurry up."
System: Unknown spiritual energy is trying to connect. Do you want to accept it? Yes/No.
Luke casually selected "no" and continued to look at Simon with a sidelong glance: "Use a little more strength. Is this because you didn't eat dinner? Do you want me to call and order you a taco?"
Simon was slightly stunned, but his eyes became even more blazing: "As expected, you are unique. Let me see what secrets your body contains."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly jumped up from the couch and pounced on Luke.
The speed of his attack was far beyond that of ordinary people.
In just a moment, Simon's blurry figure pounced over and grabbed Luke's head with a pair of hands.
Then...his eyes went dark.
Bang!
Simon bumped into something and staggered back several steps with stars in his eyes.
On the sofa, Luke slowly lowered his left foot from his crossed legs and said, "Too bad, the speed is a little off."
Simon pounced quickly, but his fighting skills were not outstanding at all.
Luke simply stretched out his left foot and let himself face-smack himself on the sole.
Simon managed to stand firmly and touched his nose with his hand, and two streams of blood flowed down.
He didn't care, but just murmured: "Your fighting ability is really strong, no wonder you can fight the Dark Knight head-on."
Luke took note of this again.
Basically, only those who have captured the Joker know a little about the Joker's fighting style.
Ordinary patients in mental hospitals are not people who have access to this kind of covert information.
So, it was the rebuilt Sky Eye that gave the Joker's information to this Simon
Simon didn't delay. After saying this, he pounced on her again.
But this time he was much slower, obviously trying to guard against face-butting feet.
As he pounced, he stretched out his hands forward and danced quickly like a swinging dance.
Luke didn't care.
There was a huge gap between their fighting skills. Unless Simon could use his strength and physical fitness to overpower Luke's fighting skills, he would always be the one to get beaten.
At this moment, Harley, who had a blank expression on her face, suddenly jumped up and pounced towards Luke.
Harley and Simon formed a pincer attack on Luke.
Luke ignored Harley.
With her ordinary physique, it would be useless even if she threw a hundred punches at him.
The next moment, he slapped Simon on the hand, and Simon flew several meters away, rolled on the ground for a few rounds and then stopped moving.
Luke's expression changed, and he looked at Harley who pounced on him.
Harley grabbed his left arm and left ribs with her hands like claws and pulled down hard.
With a sharp creaking sound, several holes were torn in the clown suit, and her sharp fingernails dug into Luke's muscles.
Luke showed a look of surprise, his arms trembled, and the muscles in two places on one side of his waist trembled, and he immediately squeezed out the ten fingers that were digging into the muscle layer on the surface of his body.
Harley was visibly stunned: "Physical superpowers?"