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.
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 move.
It only took a few seconds for Luke to say this, and when the couple saw their child running away, pulling the security guard at the entrance of the banquet hall to ask something, and hurried over, they realized that it was the child who wanted to pee.
The woman was surprised: "Didn't you pee just before you came out? You are patronizing and playing again!"
The man politely apologized to the security guard.
What can the security guard say? It's not wrong for a child to urinate and ask the toilet.
He still explained the location of the toilet, waved goodbye to the family, and stood by the gate again.
However, Luke had already entered the dim press conference hall, moving his feet lightly, and stood still in a corner.
On the runway, the models were walking on catwalks, wearing various big sweaters and sweaters with eye-catching patterns and showing them back and forth.
This is the fashion show for autumn and winter.
Considering 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, the designer he was looking for, Alexander.
Alexander McCartery, a well-known fashion designer in the UK, is also the owner of the century-old handmade suit shop and the "supplier" of the Bubble Gum Gang.
A few hours earlier, the fashion designer had been discussing with Axela how many "goods" to send to the small town in Slovakia.
Luke came here to find Alexander, first of all, to confirm the appearance and smell of this guy, and secondly, he didn't have the address of this guy, so finding here was the most time-saving way.
Just thinking about how to get the designer away and "design" it later, something familiar appeared in his sight.
He came a bit late, and the press conference was coming to an end. The models and designer Alexander of this press conference came out collectively to express their thanks.
There was nothing unusual about Alexander. An ordinary white British man in his forties, except for being a bit motherly and with a little makeup on his face, he didn't smell like a vampire, and he didn't smell like blood.
But beside Alexander, the three female models looked familiar.
Frowning and thinking for a few seconds, Luke combined their three pairs of long legs with his memory, and suddenly said in his heart: It can't be such a coincidence, can it
Seeing the applause on and off the stage, he took out his counterfeit mobile phone and sent a message to a certain woman through the Internet.
Originally, I thought that a certain woman might only see it after a while, but who knew that in less than ten seconds, a reply appeared.
Luke looked at it for a moment and sighed, and didn't send any new messages.
For this matter, it is easiest for him to deal with the source directly. The more people who know, the more dangerous it is.
As for these three dreaming of going to the top, wearing big wings, and becoming the long legs of the world's famous models, Luke can only express regret.
In this world, it has never been easy to succeed. It is already a great fortune to have a life to keep fighting.
Thinking of this, he also murmured in his heart: Back then... I seemed to only win against Vanessa, right? How could the luck of these three be so bad! To be a model is to risk your life, really dedicated.
Soon after the press conference ended, Luke did not leave the venue with the guests, but slipped into the backstage while taking advantage of the chaos.
Once the press conference was over, this was just an ordinary hall, and no one cared about the crowds.
Luke followed Alexander all the way to the parking lot.
Watching the luxury stretch Audi sitting in Alexander driving by, among the eight models on it were Vanessa's three old partners and girlfriends, he patted his forehead and followed in his second-hand golf.
On the narrow streets that are common in British cities, the extended luxury car has a greater role in loading ratio, and it is not as convenient to run as Luke's second-hand golf.
Luke easily hung the extended Audi a few hundred meters away and drove to the northwest of London.
Alexander's car was going further and further away, and Luke was also a little strange: What is this for? Now both cars have left downtown London and arrived in Watford, but they still haven't stopped.
Did Alexander find out that he was being followed? Luke quickly denied this possibility.
It is not impossible to find out the tracking, for example, it can be done by using a drone to monitor the surrounding area, but Alexander does not have this level of technology.
Neither did his vampire master.
With a little doubt, he followed Alexander's car for more than an hour and went directly to Coventry, northwest of London.
Watching them stop in front of a bar, eight men and a woman got out of the car and went in.
Luke also drove the car into a dark alley not far away, and changed his outfit.
This time it was no longer a semi-finished white wolf suit, but an ordinary gray and black hooded sweater with a peaked cap, and a black metal mask with sharp edges and corners covered his face.
Luke, who has always practiced multi-handed preparation and avoided coincidences, of course will not let his schedule coincide with White Wolf's easily.
Even though he hadn't entered Slovakia and England with his original identity, he still chose a safer method and changed to a vest.
After pushing the door and getting off the car, he jumped onto the building next to him, released the drone, and patrolled to monitor the movement in and around the bar.
The outside of the bar is nothing special, but there is no surveillance.
Most bars will install surveillance cameras at the front and rear doors to prevent petty theft and fights, but not here.
Luke felt a little hopeful in his heart.
This habit is kind of interesting!
This bar is located in a dilapidated industrial area, with a distinct loft industrial style on the outside, making it unobtrusive 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 very old.
Luke watched the four models being brought up to the room on the second floor. After Alexander said a few words, he went downstairs.
Leaving the four models there to turn on the music, pour wine and get up.
Among the four models, there are no Vanessa's three girlfriends. They all look young and immature in common, with a relatively pure temperament, and they look like newcomers who have just entered the industry.
And Vanessa's three best friends... Think about how they can rob a bank in New York with Vanessa, and you will know what kind of temperament they are.
Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. The principle of this saying is the same everywhere.
After confirming this, Luke didn't delay any longer, and cut in directly from the window on the second floor.
The four newcomer models who were enjoying themselves did not notice the movement of the corner window at all, let alone the fleeting black shadow.
Coming down from the second floor and walking to a door, Luke suddenly laughed happily.
His movements didn't stop at all, he kicked the door open, and a huge wave of sound came.
Like the exterior of the building, the interior of the ground floor is in the same industrial style.
Surrounded by exposed brick and concrete walls, various pipelines, and a large dance hall that is so open that it is almost unobstructed, dozens of people are sitting or dancing in it.