Luke sighed helplessly: "I still want to spend this time quietly..."
Vanessa's charming and charming eyes flew over: "Can you get rid of them first?"
Luke: "What if they recognize the wrong person?"
"This is the pickup truck. It belongs to Edgar and his gang. Let's kill this pair of bastards!" An angry roar was heard, followed by the sound of guns being drawn.
Luke: "Okay, it seems that I didn't recognize the wrong person. Then I feel relieved."
Bang bang bang bang!
Bang!
He knocked down five of the six people who got out of the two cars, and the remaining one... was shot down by Vanessa.
The whole process of bullying took less than two seconds.
Ignoring the six unlucky guys who fell to the ground, Luke turned his head to look at another car slowly approaching from a distance.
After approaching, a familiar bald man in the driver's seat of the car greeted leisurely: "Hey! It seems you don't need help."
Luke chuckled: "Thank you for your kindness though."
The bald man laughed again, seeming to be a little amused by this thanks.
Luke waved to him and said, "Goodbye, I still have to see my girlfriend off."
The bald man just smiled and nodded.
Luke said casually, "Have a nice night."
These words were immediately met with a dissatisfied snort from the black-haired woman in the passenger seat opposite.
Luke pretended not to hear him, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away.
Some eyes were cast over, but no one shouted or screamed. It was normal for a few people to die in San Pedro Sula at night.
After driving for a while, Vanessa suddenly said, "Let's go to the beach."
Luke did as he was told silently and drove to a secluded beach.
He took out a towel from his backpack, spread it on the flat sand by the sea, and sat down with Vanessa in his arms.
Vanessa stared at the dark sea for a while, and suddenly asked, "Will we meet again in the future?"
Luke chuckled, "I'm usually in Los Angeles, at most I'm on a business trip, I don't run away."
Vanessa felt inexplicably relieved when she heard this.
She was actually a little confused these days.
She had a great affection for Luke, or rather, Luke was very attractive to her, but this affection and attraction were not so great that she would give up her free and easy life.
Judging from Luke's behavior, he didn't seem like he was going to pester her any further.
Inexplicably, she still felt a sense of loss.
Now, she got an answer that was neither good nor bad, but it was also the most suitable answer for her.
From the moment Luke gave this answer, the two were no longer occasional strangers, but a more comfortable friendship.
Maybe one day, when she thinks of him, she can change her identity and go to Los Angeles to meet this old friend.
This is pretty good for Vanessa, who has few friends.
Thinking of this, she asked, "What time is it now?"
Luke glanced at the time: "8:30."
She hummed, "My flight seems to be at 10:20."
Luke: "Yeah. I'll take you there in advance."
Vanessa couldn't help but glare at the guy next to her, but her charming eyes were hard to see in the dark night at the beach.
She could only turn around, stretch out one of her long legs, cross someone's legs, and look down at him: "Do you want to stay in a daze like this for an hour? Twenty minutes should be enough from here to the airport!"
Luke chuckled.
He didn't stand up, but just put his arms around her slender waist and gently stroked it: "So, can we still discuss the interest repayment issue?"
Vanessa adjusted her skirt and moved a little: "We seem to have discussed this many times. You seemed to have said that we can compound interest?"
Luke nodded and sighed: "So, I can't pay off the interest?"
Having said that, both of them let out a long breath.
At the seaside at night, there is still only the sound of waves hitting the beach, thin, dense and layered.
At ten twenty, Luke returned to the bar alone.
He ordered another can of juice and leaned lazily against the bar.
A few minutes later, another person walked in, saw him and walked over with a smile, and sat down next to him: "Where's your girlfriend? Is she gone?"
Luke lazily knocked on the bar with his knuckles and said to the bartender: "This drink is on me."
The person who came was the bald black man from before.
He laughed again. "I like you, kid. Give me a teqila pop."
After the bartender brought the drinks, the bald man knocked the glass on the bar and drank it all in one gulp as the bubbles rose in the glass.
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Where's your future "girlfriend"? You're still drinking now, so you didn't succeed?"
The black bald man put down the cup and smacked his lips: "She will be my girlfriend, and my wife in the future. But love needs time to cultivate."
Luke blinked his innocent eyes and said, "So, you didn't succeed?"
As he spoke, the black bald man stared at Luke with his bull-like eyes: "Young man, cherish the beauty of love and don't waste time. Love is the most precious thing in the world."
Luke nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense."
"But you still didn't succeed?" He calmly took a sip of juice.
The bald man stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Kid, you are still too young. I personally sent her back home and confirmed that this was her home."
Luke laughed dumbly and gave him a thumbs up: "Professional."
The black bald man smiled proudly and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Meet you, Kincaid."
Luke also reached out his hand and gently shook the man's hand: "Skywalker."
The bald black man Kincaid's mouth twitched: "Are you serious?"
Luke took his hand back: "As true as your name."
Kincaid was silent for a moment, then withdrew his hand: "Okay, let's go together. Although your hands don't look like it, your technique... hehe." The smile on his dark face showed that he understood everything.
Luke hesitated for a moment and nodded sincerely: "I guess so. I'm a good person."
Kincaid agreed: "Yes, I am a good person too."
Just talk nonsense! Who knows how many people you have killed! The same sentence emerged in the minds of the two people.
Luke looked at the other man's bald head, which had a tattoo of a crow standing or flying on a dead tree. The overall strokes were simple and the color was just the purest black.
He looked at it for a few seconds and asked, "Your tattoo is quite interesting. What does it mean?"
The bald man Kincaid was silent for a moment: "It represents the passing of life."
Luke said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions, and the two fell into silence.
At this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed into the bar door.
More than a dozen people were holding guns, most of them rifles.
The gunmen stared at the people in the bar with fierce expressions.