(Thanks to the head of the group Jin Taixian for his strong support for this book)
(Thanks to the leader Guhun Yeying for his strong support for this book)
It wasn't that Luke was afraid of the old man, but it was his habit to "never fight a battle without confidence", especially when he had the initiative.
After understanding the basic situation here and knowing that no one came to the location where the portal was opened, he certainly would not continue to stay in someone else's house.
After going downstairs, he casually opened the black umbrella he had just taken out of the space and strolled on the streets of Gotham City.
The sound of drizzling rain and the thud of tires rolling over puddles on the road could not mask the various sounds further up the street.
As he consciously spread his primary sound wave ability, everything in the dark corners of this gloomy metropolis came into his ears.
In such a rainy and dark night, thefts and robberies still occur from time to time, as well as rape, armed assault and even murder, but the frequency is lower than the first two.
As expected, Gotham City is a city of talented people. Do criminals not even relax on rainy days? He couldn't help but sigh and suppressed the intention of taking action immediately.
Now that we are here, we can't do things in a small way. A detailed and even long-term plan is necessary.
You know, before the battle of Wakanda, the big American city next door was first transformed from a boss copy to an elite copy by the Bat Squad.
Now, ten years after the Battle of Wakanda, it has been turned into a small monster copy and can only be used for "warm-up training" by the reserve members.
The difference is like going from shooting in a war-torn area in the Middle East with a real gun to shooting in New York with a stun gun.
The source of Luke's experience points has become killing leaders in various tribal conflicts.
Compared to American gang members who are willing to have fun as long as they can make money, these forces that keep fighting because of different beliefs and races are like leeks.
When a big one dies, several small ones will appear.
After a few small ones died, a few big ones emerged.
All Luke can do is to kill those guys who are particularly brutal and make such conflicts less brutal.
However, the time required to carry out tasks across regions, especially in backward areas, will increase significantly.
The amount of experience points gained is not small, but the frequency is much lower.
Overall, Luke's efficiency in gaining experience points in the neighboring home is decreasing, and will inevitably continue to decrease.
Opening up a new "leek field" is an inevitable choice.
With the talented people and beautiful scenery in Gotham City, it would take at least ten years to advance from a boss level to an elite level.
With such a long time, temporary patience is necessary... Okay! I am still too righteous. Luke sighed again, and a small steel ball appeared between his two fingers.
With a flick of the index finger, the steel ball instantly hit a water pipe on the corner of the street, and then reflected into the shadow deep in the alley.
Plop! Crash!
There was the sound of a body falling into the water, followed by the sound of a woman's hurried footsteps.
Luke exhaled: "Master Wei shouldn't even investigate someone with a mild concussion, right? Well, the premise is that the number can't be too large.
Immediately, he looked around with a frown: Damn, along the way, there are dozens of guys who are likely to have cerebral infarctions, let alone concussions.
Multiple choice questions are not something adults are good at! Muttering to himself, Luke walked through the streets and alleys in the rainy night with his black umbrella.
Tomorrow, there will be hundreds more people visiting neurosurgeons at major hospitals in Gotham City.
Of course, if someone calls an ambulance for them tonight, it would be the emergency department's turn to make a fortune.
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The next morning, Luke sat in a glass cafe in a five-star hotel, eating breakfast leisurely.
In New Jersey, this would be open air.
Unfortunately, this is Gotham, and there are too many pollutants in the air. With his sensitive sense of smell, he can smell all kinds of chemicals.
In my hometown next door, no company dares to discharge polluted wastewater openly, but here it is officially permitted.
Ordinary people have long been numb to the strange-smelling air, and the rich can only stay in air-purified rooms as much as possible, or live in suburban villas with less pollution.
While eating breakfast and looking down at this city that seemed to have come alive, Luke felt a little complicated.
Because most of the guys he thought should have gone to the hospital last night didn't go, and a few with less serious injuries even got up on their own and slipped back home.
Simply put, these people's recovery abilities seemed a bit abnormal, but pure physical fitness tests showed them to be no better than those of ordinary people in Luke's hometown.
Could it be that this world favors villains? Luke couldn't help but think: Otherwise, why would there be so many villains
Even though they were often caught by Master Wei as soon as they came out and beaten up, those who had three or five broken bones would not even be ranked in the top 100.
But most of these guys popped up again after a while, alive and kicking, and continued their respective "journey of seeking a fight."
Forget it, if he can take a beating, then just hit him harder a few more times, and make the injury several times more serious. Wouldn't that make him behave more often? Luke chose the simplest solution.
Kill him directly? That would be at least a few months later, when he had already established a good foothold.
You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, let alone do something as dangerous as snatching food from Mr. Wei's mouth.
Suddenly, a pair of long legs with amazing proportions flashed across his vision, followed by a beautiful back that would make most men want to go straight to heaven.
It's early in the morning, aren't you afraid of catching a cold dressed like this? Luke raised his eyes and looked directly at the strong lady.
Emmm~Okay, this lady's physique is not just a little strong, but too strong.
Looking at the woman in a red revealing skirt sitting three tables away, Luke's eyes showed curiosity.
As if she noticed someone was looking at her, the woman turned her head slightly and met his gaze.
There was not much expression on her face. She just looked at him and turned away indifferently.
This is a very obvious gesture of rejection, the subtext of which is probably "I'm not interested in you, stop staring at me."
Luke reached into his chest, pulled out a pair of black-framed glasses and put them on to make himself look more ordinary... No way.
The glasses are mimicked by nano armor and are the most suitable detection and display equipment to be worn openly.
He could intuitively feel that the woman in the red dress contained powerful strength, but the detection equipment could provide more detailed data to further analyze the composition and source of her strength.
Putting on glasses to make himself look more gentlemanly, Luke stood up a few steps, walked in front of the woman in the red dress, pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.
The woman in the red dress raised her slightly narrow and long phoenix eyes, revealing a displeasure: "Sorry, there is someone here."
Luke smiled, the most common "warmthless" smile among knights - this comment was spread privately by Mindy and was unanimously recognized by the Ursa Minor, including the eldest son.
Well, it turns out that it's not just the back that's exposed. Someone with the strength of a professional actor appeared to be as calm as an old man, but he couldn't help but mutter in his heart.