Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 2163

2163 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 4

Luke couldn’t be blamed for his inward lack of composure; the design of the red dress was truly too stunning.

The back was completely bare, but the lines of her back were very gentle.

The opening over her chest was like a fish’s mouth, half-hiding the round curves under it.

Her skin was even fairer and more alluring in the dark red dress.

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As he evaluated the dress from an aesthetic point of view, Luke didn’t forget to say the classic line. “Ma’am, you look familiar – have we met before?”

The woman in the red dress was a little shocked. She wasn’t startled by his shamelessness, but because she hadn’t expected this pretty boy to use such an ‘old-fashioned’ pick-up line.

Before she could reply, Luke continued, “Let me introduce myself. I’m Bruce Bale Wayne.”

The woman in the red dress had a strange expression on her face, as if she had run into a psycho. “So, are you saying that you’re the chairman of the board of directors of Wayne Industries?”

Luke smiled and took out… a Bat dart. “Of course not! You can call me — Knight.”

The woman in the red dress was basically certain that she had run into a psycho. However, this person wasn’t pretending to be a magnate, but that superhero.

Still, her eyes narrowed when Luke threw out the Bat dart.

The matte Bat dart spun quickly and turned into a blurry shadow that swept silently through most of the coffee shop before flying back into his hand.

The entire process took less than two seconds.

Pa!

Luke gently placed the Bat dart on the table and pushed it in front of her with two fingers. “This is a small souvenir. I hope we can be friendlier the next time we meet.”

With that, he got up and left. When he passed by his table, he stuffed a 100-dollar bill into the chest of a waitress. “This is for Table 6. The rest is your tip.”

The waitress was shocked, but was immediately captivated by this handsome man. She nodded, and for a time, forgot to clean the table.

The woman in the red dress was lost for words.

However, she quickly looked away and focused on the Bat dart in front of her.

At that moment, she picked up the scents of several types of food.

Right then, many customers in the coffee shop were wondering about various ‘mishaps.’ “Waiter, I asked for my sandwich to be cut at an angle. Why is there another cut down the middle?”

“Darling, can’t you be more careful when you eat your cake? You spilled coffee on your shirt.”

“Waiter, why is my egg yolk broken?”

They had no idea that the ‘lethal weapon’ which had caused these mishaps was in the hands of the woman in the red dress.

The woman fiddled with the Bat dart and spun it between her fingers as she murmured, “This doesn’t look like an ordinary fake.”

That being said, she still sensed that something wasn’t right.

Although there were times when Batman was indeed called the Dark Knight, it was more like an adjective than a nickname.

So, this guy wasn’t a clumsy impersonator, but… a new superhero? Or someone who wanted to become a superhero?

The woman in the red dress frowned. These psycho heroes were the most annoying. They weren’t obedient at all.

Walking out of the cafe, Luke turned around with an indecipherable smile. Interesting! He had just arrived, and had run into a ‘war goddess’ who was 60 to 70% similar to Tiana. Was it because of the space-time rift?

Why did he take the initiative to ‘flirt’ with this woman in the red dress called ‘Diana,’ and even dared to ‘reveal’ his identity the moment he opened his mouth? Of course, it was because she was a dark green in the system.

A good person in this color wouldn’t hit someone just for being a little rude. Naturally, she would forgive him.

Also, a powerful woman like her wouldn’t remember any Tom, Dick or Harry. It was naturally very important that he made a prominent first impression.

The atmosphere would definitely be much better next time.

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In the blink of an eye, it was already the third month since Luke arrived in this DC universe.

Looking at the group of guests arguing on his phone screen, which eventually turned into tables flipped and an all-out brawl, he closed the video and curled his lip in disdain. “In a different world, the people of America are still playing this boring old game. There’s no quality at all.”

He raised his head again, only to see a bunch of idiotic youngsters hundreds of meters away holding all kinds of signs as they chanted and demonstrated in the square in front of Congress. “Take down the Dark Knight.”

“We don’t need vigilantes who take the law into their own hands.”

“We want freedom and peace, not ‘dark’ vigilantes.”

“The government is incompetent, allowing ‘dark’ forces to run wild.”

Luke took a sip of his coffee and crossed his legs, a mocking smile on his handsome face.

The heart of a middle-aged Caucasian woman in her forties, who was passing by as she led a group of people behind her, skipped a beat. She couldn’t help but slow down and glance at him.

Then, she slowed down and stopped ten meters away.

After standing still for a few seconds, she decisively turned around and strode over to Luke. “Hello, sorry to bother you.”

Luke, who had put down his coffee cup and was holding a cupcake, looked up. “Yes?”

God, this man was so d*mn alluring! The middle-aged woman swore that at that moment, it was like she was looking at a lazy cat.

He was cold and lazy, casual and arrogant. He could clearly use his looks to make a living, but he slayed with his temperament.

Hm… Fine, that was just the middle-aged woman’s subconscious thought. What she was really thinking about was something else. “Excuse me, are you interested in a new job?”

Luke raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Sorry, Senator Finch. I’m not interested in government work.”

The middle-aged woman was stunned. “You know me?”

Luke glanced at the idiots several hundred meters away. “Aren’t they here to support your proposal?”

Senator Finch was deep in thought. “It seems that you don’t approve of them?”

“If a smart person agrees with a bunch of idiots, he’s either stupid or bad.” Luke looked at her calmly. “What do you think?”

Senator Finch frowned.

One of her lackeys stepped forward and said in a low voice that was nevertheless loud enough for both Senator Finch and Luke to hear, “Senator, there are ten minutes left to your speech.”

Senator Finch, who had been ruthlessly rejected and even mocked, was given a way out, and decisively gave up on recruiting Luke.

It was just that his outstanding looks and temperament made him very suitable for public relations.

After all, even an experienced councilor like her had been attracted at a glance. Ordinary women definitely wouldn’t be able to refute whatever the man had to say — if you could lick the screen, why waste your brain on listening? Just agree with him.