Luke looked at the vending machine around the corner with his eyes.

I saw a young woman in her early twenties supporting her on the vending machine door with one hand and covering her back with the other hand, her facial features wrinkled.

Her face turned blue, her lips were clenched, and her tears and snot were all gone. The black eyeshadow washed out two black tears on her cheeks, just like the heroine of a ghost movie.

But the woman couldn't cry, and the unimaginable severe pain spread from bottom to top, and half of her abdomen and the base of her thigh seemed to be collapsing and pulling into that point.

She could only open her mouth wide and inhale and exhale.

This woman is wearing a white shirt and a fancy denim vest on her upper body, and a pair of tight jeans on her lower body, which looks very fashionable.

But at this moment, her thighs were clamping and trembling constantly. The sticking dolphin tribulation stretched the frosted blue jeans more and more rounded.

Just by looking at it, Luke understood why she was the victim.

And her companion, a slightly fat woman wearing a home clothes, was much more lucky and could ask what was wrong with the jeans with a anxious face.

Sometimes it is not a lucky thing to look good. Luke could only shake his head slightly and express deep sympathy for him.

The Thousand Years of Killing in Reality is not as funny as in comics.

No matter how good the relationship is, it will be easier for friends to do this.

Not to mention that this is a heavy hand of a strange man against a woman. He is not joking at all, but also takes photos of it secretly.

Picking the camera away from the photographer, Luke walked forward calmly.

Whether it is the thin man who has been killed by the woman for thousands of years or the photographer, they are all light red villains.

He had no burden for knocking them out.

Speaking of which, there must be many women who are "stinged behind their backs". Beating them with a concussion can be considered to be a way to restore justice to those women.

While thinking, he casually flipped through the documents in the digital camera.

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, I’m shocked when I see it.

Judging from the video time, these two guys have photographed the attack process of four women last night to today.

Seeing the women's performance, Luke frowned, turned his feet and walked back.

First, he returned to the photographer and stepped on the man's palm.

With the click, the guy screamed in pain in a daze, but he still didn't wake up.

Then Luke walked towards the thin man who was unconscious on the side of the road, and grabbed his legs between his raised legs, allowing this guy to taste the chrysanthemums.

Of course, he controlled the strength.

Otherwise, the photographer can amputate his hands without surgery, and it is normal for a thin man to expel his hip joint from his hands.

Now, the two of them will be fine if they stay in the hospital for a few months.

Moreover, if they dare to do such things in the future, they will definitely eat dogs when they run away - they have only been "beated" by Luke, and their luck will not be too good in the future.

After dealing with these two guys, the system actually gave a total of 100 experience points.

The two of them were knocked out and they were only thirty. Luke went back to finish the attack and scored seventy again. Obviously the system also thought they deserved it.

Behind them, the two women were watching the handsome man in black windbreaker who was coming and going like the wind, with a dull face in front of the vending machine.

The victim forgot the pain in his jeans for a while, and then he came to his senses after a while.

Her companion's home clothes were awakened: "Oh, do you still feel pain? That damn one becomes too...uh?"

The home furnishing costume couldn't help but look at the thin man with a taller butt on the other side, and couldn't help but shiver: "He, he won't die, right?"

The victim resisted the violent thrilling pain in his lower body and gritted his teeth: "This kind of hentai will be better if he dies. Let me go home and don't call the police."

The home clothes helped her walk a few steps, but still asked in a low voice: "Don't you really call the police?"

The jeans hissed and said with difficulty: "What, do you want me to repay my kindness?"

When I thought about it, I would hit the house clothes and then smash them, and a smile suddenly appeared on my face: "So handsome, so cold, and that black windbreaker, like the domineering protagonist in the comic."

The jeans nodded subconsciously, and then found something wrong. They pinched her arm hard: "Why are you blue? I still hurt."

The home furnishing suit quickly apologized, but said again: "When I send you home, I will slowly think about it alone. Oh, I forgot to take the photo. I will look for the supermarket owner later to see if I can get the surveillance monitor. I will record it."

Jeans: "I recorded a copy and gave it to me."

Home clothes were surprised: "Don't you feel pain?"

Jeans: "It hurts, but maybe I won't hurt when I look at him!"

The home clothes were thoughtful: "It makes sense."

...

Luke helped all the women avenge and the cameras were thrown into the storage space.

Since things happened, he would not change the facts if he saw them or showed them to Selena.

This video is just a case textbook for teaching Selena's safety training class...

Compared to the one hundred he gained just now, his work efficiency increased several times more than last night.

A day of intelligence reconnaissance made his actions more targeted.

The banned drugs thrown into Tokyo Bay and the Neon Tourism Fund that are collected into storage space have been greatly improved.

Correspondingly, the gains of experience points are 13,000.

Without such gains, he was not in a good mood to buy Eighteen-flavored soda for a dog head.

However, compared to Mexico's "hard-for-hard money", Neon here basically only has sweat and no blood.

That kind of gang, where everyone has several lives on their hands, is the norm in Mexico, and dreaming in Neon.

Among the several dens he took away, he couldn't even find a bad guy who was murderous. The evil was all about selling banned drugs.

Luke just let several leaders disappear, and no other younger brothers move.

Perhaps soon, legends similar to ghost butchers will appear in the Tokyo gang, but that doesn't matter. It can also help me to save another suspicion.

...

During this day, Luke changed several places again and determined the Tokyo terrain from the heights.

After nightfall, Tokyo drizzled again.

Luke went to make a round of points again until he finished work at 10 o'clock in the evening.

At this moment, the rain became heavier and his figure turned out from the corner of the street.

Holding the transparent Katie Cat umbrella given by the little sweet fellow villager in one hand and holding the patched environmentally friendly bag in the other hand, he slowly walked to a food stall.

The "Pingjia" composed of red neon lights along the food stall reflects the hazy night rain into circles of light red halos.

This is Shinjuku Gyoen Garden, and the restaurant in front of you is the food stall that Luke has been to.

It is one of the few open food stalls that open late at night—the others are basically indoors.

At the moment when Luke stood in front of the food stall, the bald chef in the kitchen put down the kitchen knife, took a snow-white and dry towel, and wiped his hands bit by bit.

At the same time, his slightly lowered head gradually raised, facing Luke's eyes standing with an umbrella.

Then he grinned and stood at the throne, "I have long admired your name, Wick Lord."

Luke also laughed, stepped forward, and put the empty environmentally friendly bag on the stage: "Thank you for your bag. Also, just call me John."

Bald Chef: "Hi, please sit. Johnson."

Luke:... Fortunately, I can't do it.
Chapter completed!