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Thinking about it this way, Max's escape by jumping into the sea today might have been due to the fact that she had just made some money, which was the profit from the group of people on the yacht custom-making party desserts.
Max has both a good talent and a certain interest in baking cakes.
She and Luke made too many cakes together. Although she often shouted for God to leave, Luke still "exchanged" her afterwards and filled her mind with a lot of skills of a regular pastry chef.
This process is very long, and it is a transmission from the basics bit by bit, which is essentially no different from Max's serious study of the craft for more than ten years.
Among the bad guys Luke killed, there were dozens or even hundreds of them with the ability of pastry chefs, and it was difficult to count how many of them had one or two personal "secret skills".
These skills are combined together using free skill modules to become the capabilities of a junior pastry chef.
After being "enlightened" with basic skills for many years, Max's skills are definitely good enough to be a pastry chef in a top restaurant.
Although she has such a skill and cannot make any money due to the poverty, more and more people come to her to make desserts for their banquets.
Average-income American families would occasionally hire a third-rate chef or professional pastry chef for a holiday, but such expenses are neither necessary nor affordable.
Customized desserts and live demonstration of the most fancy cream art can bring in a net profit of at least US$1,000.
For the sake of money, Max will still accept some customized live show business.
Of course, wearing a formal chef's uniform and accepting everyone's praise and recognition as a pastry chef is also one of the "insignificant" reasons.
Today, her custom business and performance venue is located in another mansion a few hundred meters away.
As a result, some of the second-generation rich, including the organizers, suddenly decided to go out to sea and have some fun on a yacht.
Max, an experienced driver, didn't even need to think about it to know that these guys must want to get high on some weed.
Although she has quit smoking for many years, she still doesn't care about other people's high.
Luke had infused her with a lot of Life No. 1 over the years, and in his spare time he would personally teach her close-range joint techniques, the kind that could break (dislocate) a limb in seconds.
Max, a rich second generation without super powers, can easily cripple ten of them.
If she meets someone with super powers, the nano chest protector he gives her will be enough to protect herself for a while.
There was obviously no powerful person on that yacht, at least no one who could attack her, otherwise the nano chest protector that would sense danger would automatically activate, take her away, and send an alert to Luke.
Thinking of this, Luke remembered another "female supporting role": "Where is Caroline?"
Given that Max started rapping as soon as he got ashore instead of calling for help immediately, it's impossible that Caroline was on the yacht.
But... didn't this former rich and beautiful girl love to participate in these customized live shows at rich people's banquets
Even though Caroline's talent in cooking is as mediocre as her pectoral muscles, she is well versed in the various rules and unspoken rules of upper society.
She also has a strong desire to show off and perform (Gu Qian), and her eloquence is first-rate. Even if Max only uses 30% of her skills, she can still make the explanation next to him sound very cool.
On the other hand, without Max’s craftsmanship, the hardware she can show off would be missing the most crucial part.
Therefore, she should usually be near Max at such parties.
Max held Luke in his arms, feeling the strong sea breeze blowing towards him. Hearing this, he just said loudly, "She is in charge of the delivery and explanation of the finished desserts in the villa."
Luke: ...Well, Caroline is actually pretty miserable.
If we ignore the second-generation rich's mess, Max can go to the yacht to show off his skills and become a "star", but Caroline can only watch the "stall" and looks like a tool for odd jobs.
But in this case, I can only take Max to finish the job and then go find the "tool man" Caroline.
Thinking of this, Luke drove the motorboat one kilometer to the east and found the yacht.
The three-story yacht, which was over 20 meters long, was crowded with people, and from time to time there were various cheers and screams.
With his eyesight, he could see several young girls who were only wearing small cloth belts on their lower bodies, holding wine glasses, dancing among a group of men, and feeding wine into the men's mouths.
The little brats were having a lot of fun. Luke had a cold smile on his face.
The motorboat spun around, slid more than ten meters parallel to the yacht, and stopped at the stern of the yacht.
Using inertia, Luke hugged Max and flew up into the air, crossed the railing, and landed lightly on the sea fishing deck on the rear deck of the yacht.
The feeling of weightlessness scared Max so much that he bit the towel covering his face tightly, and made crazy humming sounds from his mouth and nose: This is too fucking exciting, who can stand it
On the rear deck, two security guards in black T-shirts were drinking beer and chatting.
They envied the boss's son's happy life, but apart from satisfying their craving for pleasure, they could do nothing else.
What's even more unfortunate is that in order to prevent some people from getting too excited and going crazy and swimming in the sea at night, they have to face the dark sea here.
He couldn't even catch a glimpse of the pretty little models and female college students on the front deck.
Until a dull humming sound caught their attention. They shifted their gaze and met Luke and Max who were floating to the ground.
One of the security guards reacted faster and said, "Hey, this is a private yacht. Where did you get on it from?"
Having said that, their vigilance is not high.
Although Luke's dress was not exaggerated, the security guard who had been with those young masters for a long time could tell at a glance that he was not an ordinary person.
Max? Not only was she wrapped in a big towel, she also covered her face, like some rich girls who are afraid of being photographed after fooling around.
Besides, nothing had happened here, and when they were bragging, they didn't pay attention to the water launching area on the rear deck. They thought that Luke and the other man jumped in from the front and climbed up from the back.
Luke looked at the system panel: Well, fortunately, there are two small red names. There is nothing wrong, but there is no need to be polite.
He slowly put Max down and made sure she could stand steadily, then walked towards the two security guards.
"Be careful. He doesn't look like a guest." The security guard who was lagging behind felt something was wrong and warned his companion. He reached to his waist, pulled out a folding baton, and swung it with a click.
The security guard who was walking over reached for his waist when he heard this.
The moment his hand touched the baton, Luke raised his left hand and slapped him in the face.
Bang!
In Luke's eyes, the security guard's face began to ripple from the force, then slowly twisted to one side, and then turned 720 degrees with his body.
He stood there with lifeless eyes and swayed for a while before falling straight down on the deck with a thud.
The more vigilant security guard at the back was startled, slowly waving his baton, and stepped back, opening his mouth to shout a warning: "Attention..."
In a flash, Luke's figure was already standing in front of him.