(Thanks to the headmaster Willy Hung for his strong support for this book)
(Thanks to Zhangmen Yizui Fangrust for his strong support for this book)
You can’t blame Luke for not having self-control; the design of this red dress is truly stunning.
The opening at the back is wide open, but the lines of the back are very soft.
The front opening is like a fish's mouth, half-hidden by the rounded curves.
The skin on the front and back looks even whiter and more charming against the slightly darker red dress.
While evaluating the dress from an artistic perspective, Luke did not forget to say the classic line: "Can I get to know you? Ma'am, you look familiar to me."
The woman in the red dress looked a little surprised. She was not scared by his shamelessness, but she really didn't expect to hear such an "old-fashioned" phrase to flirt with girls from the mouth of this pretty boy in front of her.
Without waiting for her to answer, Luke continued, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Bruce Bell Wayne."
The woman in the red dress had a strange look on her face, thinking that she might have met a psychopath: "So, you want to say that you are the chairman of the Wayne Group?"
Luke laughed, reached into his chest again, and took out a batarang: "Oh, Kosnot! You can call me a knight."
The woman in the red dress was basically certain that she had indeed met a psychopath, but the person he was pretending to be was not a wealthy man, but a superhero.
But then her eyes narrowed, because Luke on the opposite side had already thrown the bat dart.
The matte surface of the bat dart spun rapidly and turned into a blurry black shadow. It passed silently across most of the restaurant and flew back into his hand.
The whole process takes less than two seconds.
Bang!
Luke gently placed the batarang on the table, pressed it with two fingers, and pushed it in front of her: "This is a small souvenir. I hope that next time we meet, we can be more friendly to each other."
After that, he stood up and left. When he passed his table, he stuffed a hundred-dollar bill into the chest of the waitress next to him: "Table six pays the bill, and the rest is your tip."
The waitress was startled, but was immediately mesmerized by this handsome guy who was spending a lot of money. She nodded and forgot to clean the table for a moment.
Woman in red dress: … This method is obviously LSP.
But she quickly retracted her gaze and focused it on the batarang in front of her.
When she brought it in front of her, she could smell several kinds of food in her nose.
At this moment, guests at several tables in the cafe were wondering about the "accident" just now: "Waiter, I clearly asked for a diagonally cut sandwich, why is there an extra cut in the middle?"
"Honey, can't you be more careful when eating cake? You spilled coffee all over your shirt."
"Waiter, why is the yolk leaking out of my egg?"
They had no idea that the "weapon" that caused these accidents was in the hands of the woman in the red dress.
The woman played with the bat dart, letting it spin between her fingers like a small fish, muttering, "This move is not like an ordinary fake one."
Having said that, she still noticed something was wrong.
Although Batman is sometimes referred to as the Dark Knight, it is more of an "adjective" than a nickname that Luke was given.
The difference between the two is similar to the difference between tiger skin green pepper and tiger skin.
So this guy isn't some botched imposter, but a... new superhero? Or a wannabe superhero
The woman in the red dress frowned her heroic eyebrows: I hate these mentally ill heroes the most, they don't speak honestly at all.
Luke walked out of the coffee shop and turned around with an inexplicable smile on his face: Interesting! Just after coming here, I met a "female warrior" who was 60% to 70% similar to Tiana. Could it be because of the time and space rift
Why did he take the initiative to "flirt" with this woman in a red dress named "Diana", and even dare to "expose" her family background as soon as he opened his mouth? Of course, it was because she was dark green and kind in the system panel.
A good person of this color would never hit anyone for a small incision, so of course I would forgive him.
Moreover, a strong woman like this will not remember any insignificant person, so it is of course important to distinguish her "first time" from that of other people.
After this time, the atmosphere between the two sides will definitely be much better next time.
…
In the blink of an eye, it has been three months since Luke came to the DC world.
Watching a group of guests arguing on their phones, which eventually turned into a table-turning fight, he closed the video and pouted, "In a different world, the American people are still using the same boring old tricks. There is no technical content at all."
When I looked up again, I saw a group of stupid American young people holding various signs and shouting slogans in the square in front of the Congress Hall, demonstrating a few hundred meters away: "Down with the Dark Knight."
"We don't need vigilantes who abuse lynchings."
"We want freedom, we want peace, we don't want 'black' vigilantes."
"The authorities are incompetent and allow the "black" forces to run wild."
Luke picked up the coffee on the stone table beside him, took a sip, crossed his legs, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his handsome face.
Among a group of people passing by, the leader, a middle-aged white woman in her early forties in a professional suit, felt her heart skip a beat. She couldn't help but slow down her pace and glanced at him from the side.
Soon her steps became slower and slower, and she stopped directly after walking more than ten meters.
After standing still for a few seconds, she turned around decisively and strode to Luke: "Hello, excuse me."
Luke put down his coffee cup and raised his eyes while holding a cake miamiamia: "What's up?"
Oh my God, this man is damn attractive! The middle-aged woman swore that at this moment she seemed to see a lazy big cat.
There is laziness in his coldness and arrogance in his casualness. He can make a living with his good looks, but he insists on using his temperament to kill people.
Well... well, this is just a fragment of the middle-aged woman's unconscious thoughts. What she is really thinking about is something else: "Excuse me, are you interested in changing to a new job?"
Luke raised an eyebrow and shook his head to refuse: "Sorry, Councillor Finch, I'm not interested in official work."
The middle-aged woman was stunned when her identity was revealed: "Do you know me?"
Luke glanced at the group of idiots more than a hundred meters away and said, "They came here to make trouble today. Aren't they here to support your proposal?"
Councilman Finch thought thoughtfully: "It seems that you don't agree with them?"
"If a smart person agrees with a group of misled fools, then he is either stupid or bad." Luke looked at her calmly: "What do you think?"
Councillor Finch frowned.
A follower behind her stepped forward at the right time and said in a low voice that was loud enough for Senator Finch and Luke to hear: "Senator, you only have ten minutes left to speak."
After being ruthlessly rejected and even mocked, Senator Finch had a way out and decisively gave up on recruiting Luke.
She just saw that he had outstanding looks and temperament, and was very suitable for public relations targeting the female group.
After all, even a well-informed congressman like her could be attracted at first sight. Ordinary women would definitely not refute this man when listening to him speak - why bother listening when you can just lick the screen? Just agree and that's it.