There are two children, a boy and a girl. The boy is seven or eight years old and the girl is five or six years old.
About seven or eight meters behind them, a man and a woman were dragging suitcases and talking about something, and they didn't notice Luke's action.
Luke's words only lasted a few seconds. When the couple saw their child running away and pulled the security guard at the entrance of the banquet hall to ask something, they hurried over and found out that the child wanted to pee.
The woman was surprised: "Didn't you just pee before coming out? You guys are just playing around again!"
The man politely apologized to the security guard.
What can the security guard say? There is nothing wrong with a child asking for help from the toilet when he has to pee urgently.
He still explained where the toilet was, waved goodbye to the family, and stood back at the gate.
Luke had already entered the dim conference hall, moving lightly and standing in a corner.
On the catwalk, models walked with a cute cat walk, showing off their sweaters and cardigans in various shapes and eye-catching patterns.
This is the autumn and winter fashion show.
Given the temperature in London, you can wear sweaters in the morning and evening, and you can wear sweaters after September and October.
Luke didn't care about these models. He was looking for the designer Alexander.
Alexander McCarty, a well-known fashion designer in the UK, is also the owner of a century-old handmade suit shop and the "supplier" of the Bubble Gum Gang.
A few hours ago, the fashion designer was discussing with Aksela how many "cargoes" to send to the Slovak town.
Luke came here to find Alexander. First of all, he wanted to confirm this guy's appearance and smell. Secondly, he didn't know this guy's address, so coming here was the most time-saving way.
Just as he was thinking about how to get this designer away to "design" something, something familiar appeared in his sight.
He arrived a little late, and the press conference was coming to an end. The models and designer Alexander all came out to express their gratitude.
There was nothing special about Alexander, an ordinary white British man in his forties. Apart from being a little effeminate and wearing some makeup on his face, he didn't smell like a vampire and didn't have a bloody smell.
But the three female models next to Alexander looked somewhat familiar.
After frowning and thinking for a few seconds, Luke matched their three pairs of long legs with his memory, and immediately exclaimed in his heart: How could this be such a coincidence
Looking at the applause from the stage and the audience, he took out a fake cell phone and sent a message to a woman through the Internet.
I originally thought that the girl might not see it until a while later, but in less than ten seconds, a reply appeared.
Luke looked at it for a moment and sighed, then didn't leave any new messages.
In this matter, it would be easiest for him to deal with the source directly. The more people who know about it, the more dangerous it will be.
As for these three who dream of reaching the top, wearing big wings, and becoming world-famous models with long legs, Luke can only express his regret.
In this world, it is never easy to succeed. It is a great fortune to be alive and continue to struggle.
Thinking of this, he was a little confused: I only seemed to have won against Vanessa before? How could these three have such bad luck? Being a model means risking your life. You are really dedicated.
The press conference ended soon, and Luke did not leave with the guests. Instead, he took advantage of the chaos to slip backstage.
Once the press conference was over, this place became just an ordinary hall and no one paid attention to the people coming and going.
Luke followed Alexander all the way to the parking lot.
Looking at the luxurious stretched Audi driven by Alexander, in which the eight models were, three of Vanessa's old partners and besties, he patted his forehead and followed in his second-hand Golf.
On the narrow streets common in British cities, stretched luxury cars are mostly used to show off, and are not as convenient to drive as Luke's second-hand Golf.
Luke easily drove the stretched Audi a few hundred meters away towards the northwest of London.
Alexander's car was going further and further away, and Luke was a little confused: What was he doing? Now both cars were out of the city of London and in Watford, but they showed no sign of stopping.
Did Alexander discover that he was being followed? Luke quickly denied this possibility.
It is not impossible to detect and track them, for example, by using a drone to monitor the surrounding area, but Alexander does not have the technical level to do so.
Neither did his vampire master.
With a little doubt, he followed Alexander's car for more than an hour and drove directly to Coventry, northwest of London.
I watched them park the car in front of a bar and eight men and one woman got out and went in.
Luke also drove into a dark alley not far away and changed his clothes.
This time it was no longer the half-finished White Wolf suit, but an ordinary gray and black hooded sweatshirt and a baseball cap, with an angular black metal mask covering his face.
Luke, who has always been prepared to avoid coincidences, would certainly not let his itinerary overlap with the White Wolf easily.
Even though he had never entered Slovakia and the United Kingdom with his real identity, he still chose the safer method of changing his vest.
After pushing the door and getting out of the car, he jumped onto the building next door and released a drone to cruise and monitor the bar and its surroundings.
There's nothing special about the outside of the bar, but there's no surveillance.
Most bars would have surveillance cameras at the front and back doors to prevent petty theft, fighting, etc., but not here.
Luke felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.
This habit is a bit interesting!
This bar is located in a dilapidated industrial area. Its exterior has a distinct loft industrial style, which makes it not look out of place here.
It has only two floors. There are no windows on the first floor, and the old-fashioned iron railing doors and windows on the second floor look particularly old.
Luke watched the four models being taken to the room on the second floor. Alexander said a few words and went downstairs.
The four models were left there, turning on the music, pouring themselves some drinks and darkening their skin.
Among these four models, Vanessa’s three best friends are not included. They all look young and immature, with a pure temperament, and look like newcomers to the industry.
As for Vanessa's three best friends... Just imagine that they could rob a bank in New York with Vanessa, and you can get an idea of their temperament.
As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." This principle applies to all places.
After confirming this, Luke did not delay any longer and went straight in through the second-floor window.
The four new models who were enjoying themselves didn't notice the movement at the corner window at all, nor did they see the fleeting black shadow.
Coming down from the second floor and walking to a door, Luke suddenly laughed very happily.
He did not pause in his movements and kicked the door open, causing a huge wave of sound.
Like the exterior of the building, the interior of the first floor also has the same industrial style.
There are exposed brick and concrete walls all around, various pipes, and a large dance hall that is so open that it is almost visible, with dozens of people sitting or dancing in it.