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Thinking about it, the incident of Max jumping into the sea today may be because she just made some money, which is the profit of the yacht's customized party desserts.

Max has both good talent and interest in making cakes.

She made too many cakes with Luke. Although she often shouted that God had left, Luke still "exchanged" afterwards and filled in her consciousness a lot of regular dessert skills.

This process is very long and is transmitted little by little from the basics. It is essentially no different from Max's careful research on the craftsmanship for more than ten years.

Among the bad guys Luke killed, there are still dozens or hundreds of dessert masters, and it is even more difficult to calculate if one or two personal "secret skills".

These techniques are combined with the free skill module and become the ability of a junior dessert master.

Max, who has been "initiated" for many years of primary ability, can definitely work as a dessert teacher in top restaurants.

With this kind of craft, although she couldn't get enough money because of the poor god possessed her, more and more people came to her to make desserts for banquets.

Ordinary American families who earn money occasionally pay for a third-rate chef during festivals. Professional dessert chefs are neither necessary nor affordable.

Customized desserts and show off a few of the most fancy buttery laces on-site, with a net profit of 1,000 US dollars at a time.

For the sake of money, Max will still accept some customized live show business.

Of course, wearing a serious chef's uniform and accepting praise and praise from everyone as a dessert chef is also one of the reasons why it is "insignificant".

Today, her custom business and performance venue were originally another mansion a few hundred meters away.

As a result, some rich second-generations, including the organizer, slapped their heads and decided to go out to sea and go high on the yacht for a while.

The veteran driver Max didn't have to think about it, just knowing that these guys must be trying to have some weeds.

Although she has quit for many years, it is nothing to do with her.

Luke has infused her with a lot of Life No. 1 in recent years, and in his spare time he will teach her close-fitting joint skills, which are the kind that can break (dislocate) the limbs in seconds.

A rich second generation without superpowers is effortless for Max to get ten disabled ones.

When he meets a superpower, the nano breast protection he gives is enough for her to protect herself for a period of time.

There was obviously no powerful figure on the yacht, at least not attacking her, otherwise the nano chest guards that were aware of danger would automatically activate, take her away, and send an alarm to Luke.

Thinking of this, Luke remembered another "female supporting role": "Where has Caroline been?"

Caroline couldn't be on the yacht because Max was singing rap there and didn't call for help immediately.

But... Isn't this once rich beauty who likes to get involved in the customized live show of such rich banquets the most?

Even though Caroline's talent in cooking is just as ordinary as her pectoralis major muscles, she is clear about the various rules and unspoken rules of the upper class.

She also has a strong showing off and performing (Gu Niang), and her verbal skills are first-class. Max can be explained by her only three-pointer skills.

Conversely, without Max's craftsmanship, the most critical part of the hardware she can show off will be missing.

Therefore, she should be near Max at such banquets.

Max held Luke in his hands, feeling the strong sea breeze coming towards him, and heard this and said loudly: "She is responsible for the delivery and explanation of finished desserts in the villa."

Luke:...Okay, Caroline is actually quite miserable.

If you don’t consider the mess of the rich second generation this time, Max can go to the yacht show his skills as a "star", but Caroline can only look at the "stall", and no matter how you look at it, she looks like a tool guy who does odd jobs.

But in this case, we can only take Max to find the "tool guy" Caroline after finishing it.

Thinking of this, Luke drove a kilometer eastward and found the yacht.

There were shadows on the three-story yacht with a length of more than twenty meters, and there were also various cheers and screams from time to time.

With his eyesight, he could see several young girls wearing only the lower half of the cloth belt holding wine glasses, spinning and dancing among a group of men, and feeding the wine into the mouths of the men.

The little bastards had a good time playing. Luke showed a cold smile on his lips.

The motorboat flicked its tail and just slid out more than ten meters parallel to the yacht, and stopped at the rear of the yacht.

By inertia, Luke hugged Maxt and rose up, crossed the board guardrail, and landed lightly into the sea fishing deck on the back deck of the yacht.

The feeling of weightlessness was so scared that Max bit the towel covering his face, and a crazy whimpering sound came from his mouth and nose: This is so exciting, who can withstand it?

Two black T-shirts on the back deck were originally chatting while drinking beer.

The boss' son's passion made them envious, but they couldn't do anything except to enjoy their mouths.

What's even more unlucky is that in order to avoid some people getting angry, they have to go into the sea to swim at night from here, and they have to face the dark sea here.

Even the beautiful little model and female college student on the deck were not allowed to look at it.

Until the dull whine caught their attention, the two of them looked away and just met Luke and Max who were floating on the ground.

One of the security guards responded quickly and said, "Hey, this is a private yacht, where did you get from?"

Having said that, their vigilance is not high.

Although Luke's outfit is not an exaggeration, the security guards who have been with the young masters for a long time can tell at a glance that they are not big-name goods.

Max? She wrapped herself in a big bath towel and covered her face. She did the same thing with some daughters who were afraid of being photographed after being fooled.

Besides, there was nothing wrong here, so they didn't pay attention to the water from the rear deck when bragging. They thought Luke and the others jumped from the front and climbed up from the back.

Luke looked at the system panel: Well, it’s okay, it’s two little red names. There’s nothing wrong with it, but there’s no need to be polite.

He put down Max slowly and made sure she could stand firm, so he walked towards two security guards.

"Be careful. He doesn't seem to be a guest." The security guard who was behind felt something was wrong, opened his mouth to remind his companions, stretched his hand to his waist, pulled out a folding stick, and shook it away with a click.

The security guard who walked over heard this, his hand reached to his waist.

Just the moment his hand touched the stick, Luke raised his left hand and slashed his face with a forehand big ear seed.

Bang!

In Luke's eyes, An Bao's skin began to fluctuate from the force, then slowly twisted to the side, and then turned his body 720 degrees together.

With his eyes standing in place with swaying breath, the guy then thumped straight onto the deck.

The more vigilant security guard behind him was shocked, and the stick in his hand slowly danced, his body retreated, and at the same time he opened his mouth to shout warning: "Be careful..."
Chapter completed!