Luke's cold face was filled with disgust. He wiped his hands with a white handkerchief, muttering, "Your face is covered in oil. You really don't care about personal hygiene. You should stay at home if you have no manners. Don't come out and disgust others."
Having said this, he checked his palm again, as if he was really checking to see if there was any dirt on it. Finally, he threw away the handkerchief, bent slightly and stepped aside.
The group of men and women then noticed Max wearing a cat-face mask behind him.
Two of the girls must have been exposed to the cosplay circle. When they saw the cat-faced mask, they couldn't help but blurt out: "Be, Best?"
A group of people looked at them blankly: "What?"
Well, Max who was called was also confused, and it was difficult for him to hold back the same "what".
As a New Yorker, she certainly knew Catwoman Black, but she never noticed that Catwoman Black’s official name was actually Best.
Just like many people today know the Death Knell, but don’t know that the official name of the Death Knell is Big Dipper.
Luke was amused.
This mask was not made by him for Selena, but was a pure cosplay product made by the little turtles. He just picked one up.
Besides, the old-style Best armors that Selina wore were kept as souvenirs by her and she never gave them to anyone, not even Luke.
Now we have entered the era of nano armor, where the appearance and various structures of the armor are just different input model parameters.
But he didn't expect that there were cosplay enthusiasts here? He looked at the two girls with interest, and found that their faces were pale and their legs were trembling.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the only small piece of cloth on one of them instantly became wet, and a large stream of yellow liquid with a distinct smell flowed down his legs.
Luke was stunned and looked at the system panel: Well, yes, these two girls are indeed normal people with yellow neutrality.
Then why are they so scared of the Black Catwoman that they even pee their pants on the spot
Before his brain with super-speed thinking could start to work, the frightened girl on the other side had already plopped on the ground, and "explained" with a desperate look on her face: "Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. She taught me to do that."
Luke:
Max：
A group of men and women:
Only the girl who shouted "Best" with her changed her expression, and then... she also peed.
The one who urinated last felt that his companion wanted to shift the "responsibility" to him, so he subconsciously took the lead in passing it on.
She raised her hand and pointed at one of the only two second-generations left. "It was Barry. He asked Nina and I to dress up as Catwoman together. He is rich and powerful, so we had no choice but to agree. In fact, Nina and I are both very normal and have never had any masochistic tendencies. It was Barry who forced us to do that."
The girl who peed first was even more timid. After hearing what her best friend said, she nodded without thinking: "Yes, it was Barry who forced us to do it..."
Luke raised a finger and gently placed it in front of his lips, signaling the two to shut up.
If he continued listening, he was really afraid that he would beat these two idiot women to disability.
It's a person's freedom to cosplay whoever he wants, but it's really stupid to bring up such disgusting things over and over again.
Of course, the Barry they are talking about is the culprit.
Barry is the mastermind who wanted to make a move on Max. He is also the protagonist of today's banquet, the owner of the yacht, and the "core" figure of this second generation group.
Luke's cold gaze fell on Barry.
Coincidentally and inevitably, this Barry is a famous person.
Very good, in a few days he can go back to his second life with peace of mind - the logistics support team of Space No. 2 has always lacked male students who are simply being abused.
Ophelia (Madame Viper, proficient in nano-toxins) is not interested in having men in her bed, but she enjoys torturing men in various ways to gain psychological satisfaction.
Since Barry is so good at having fun, let's let him have fun to his heart's content.
But not tonight, and certainly not in front of Max.
The baker has no intention of becoming a superhero. She prefers to live like most people, or even better, like a rich person.
Apart from improving her physical condition and avoiding lack of physical strength in making cakes, Luke did not give her any other treatment that would allow her to have extraordinary powers.
So, tonight will just be a conflict within normal limits.
I haven’t played the face-slapping game with the rich second generation for many years. Now that I have decided to fight, I’ll make it painful.
Anyway, slapping someone in the face is a very civilian choice, and the security guard who was most seriously injured will only need to recuperate for a month or two at most.
The simplest option is to let him go out and disappear with Barry, the young master, afterwards.
Having made up his mind long ago, Luke turned his head and signaled to Max with his eyes, "Hurry up and act, or I can't pretend anymore."
Max suddenly realized and reluctantly performed the set of movements he had just practiced for five minutes.
Luke asked "Who is it?" and she cast a "death stare" at Barry.
Then the "lucky audience member" who was picked out tried to jump into the sea to escape, but Luke grabbed his neck and pulled him back from the guardrail, and slapped him in the face in front of a group of people.
There was a clapping sound between the slap and Barry, which sounded like a series of drum beats.
Then, Luke slapped Max again to wake up the other two "followers" who had participated in threatening her.
They were forced to strip Barry and tie him up, and then they stuffed his boxer briefs into Barry's mouth. Only then did he pretend to go into the cabin.
When he came out, he had two leather rackets and a cell phone in his hands.
Throwing the leather racket to the two "followers" and holding up his phone, Luke ignored the desperate looks of the three "leading actors" and gave the director's order: "Okay, A!"
The two followers looked at each other, and after a moment they gritted their teeth and raised the leather rackets: It is better to hurt your brother's ass than to hurt your own face!
Besides, if he didn't do as he was told, the other party would get angry and take action himself, and Barry would be in a worse situation.
Yes, that's right, Brother Barry, we are all doing this for your own good. The two thought so and waved their hands heavily.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
A louder beating sound than a slap rang out, accompanied by Director Lu's occasional "on-the-spot instructions": "Push harder, didn't you eat?"
"Expression, you have to show an expression of enjoyment."
"It seems that Barry is not very satisfied with your "service". Give him another hundred strokes."
"Yes, that's it. Shedding tears of excitement is very powerful."
Ten minutes later, Luke jumped off the yacht with Max, landed directly on the remote-controlled motorboat parked nearby, and drove away.
The people on the deck looked at each other, and no one dared to say a word for a moment.
Luke just told them to stay here and whoever made trouble would be the next male (or female) protagonist.
Looking at the number one male protagonist Barry, who still had his boxers in his mouth, lying on the deck with his butt sticking up, silently crying, no one wanted to be the second one.
On the motorboat that had sailed several hundred meters, Max finally burst into laughter: "Oh, baby, I love you so much."
Thinking of Barry's expression just now and the short video on her phone, she was so happy that she turned her head and gave Luke a "mua~".
Luke chuckled: "Satisfied?"
Max: "Yeah, I'm so damn satisfied."
Luke: "Then you should fulfill your promise when you get home until I am satisfied."
Max: "Wait, even though I said it's up to you, I don't want you to be as casual as Barry."
Luke: “Hmm?”
Max flattered: "It's just a token of my appreciation, how about that?"
Luke: “…Guess?”