2162 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 3
Luke wasnât afraid, but it was his habit not to fight a battle he wasnât sure about, even more so when he had the upper hand.
After learning the basic situation here, and since nobody came to the portalâs location, he naturally wouldnât linger in someone elseâs house.
After he went downstairs, he opened a black umbrella he had just taken out of his inventory and strolled down the streets of Gotham.
The rain and car tires couldnât drown out the sounds further down the street.
With his Elementary Sound Wave, he heard everything in the dark corners of this gloomy metropolis.
Stealing and robbery still happened every now and then even on such a rainy night. There was no shortage of armed individuals who injured or even killed people, though still not as frequent as the first two crimes.
As expected of illustrious Gotham City; the criminals here didnât take a break even when it was raining. He couldnât help but sigh and quash the decision to immediately take action.
Since he was here, he couldnât mess around. A detailed and even long-term plan was necessary.
It had to be pointed out that before the Battle of Wakanda, the Bat Squad had cleaned up neighboring areas and turned them from boss dungeons into elite dungeons.
Ten years after the Battle of Wakanda, they had been turned even further into small monster dungeons, and could only be used as âwarm upâ for reserve members.
The source of Lukeâs experience and credit points had already become leaders of various tribes who were locked in bloody conflict.
Compared with American gangs who were happy to fight over money, these forces fought constantly because of their different beliefs.
When a major tribe was cut down, several small ones appeared.
When several small ones were cut down, several major ones appeared.
The only thing Luke could do was get rid of the ones that were especially ruthless so that these conflicts wouldnât get too out of hand.
However, it took a lot more time to carry out missions across regions, especially in remote areas.
He obtained a lot of experience and credit points each time, but that was happening much less frequently.
Generally speaking, Luke was earning less experience and credit points, and it was inevitable that the rate would continue to drop.
Harvesting a new âvegetable patchâ was an inevitable choice.
Given how illustrious Gotham was, it would take at least ten years before this boss dungeon was downgraded to an elite dungeon.
With that much time, he had to endure for now⊠Fine! He was still too righteous. Luke sighed again, and a small metal bead appeared between his fingers.
With a flick of his index finger, the steel bead instantly hit a water pipe on a street corner and ricocheted into the shadows of an alley.
Thump! Crash!
There was the sound of a body falling into a puddle of water, followed by the sound of a woman running away in a panic.
Luke heaved a sigh. Master Wayne wouldnât investigate a minor concussion, right? Hm, provided that there werenât too many of them.
Then, he looked around with a frown. On his way here, there had already been more than a dozen people who qualified for outright brain damage, let alone a concussion.
Muttering to himself, Luke walked through the streets and alleys in the rain.
Tomorrow, hundreds more people would be visiting the neurosurgery department at major hospitals in Gotham City.
Of course, if someone called an ambulance for them tonight, it would be the emergency departments who would strike it big.
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The next morning, Luke had a leisurely breakfast in a coffee shop on the top of a five-star hotel.
In New Jersey, an establishment like this would be outdoors.
Unfortunately, this was Gotham, and there were too many pollutants in the air. With his keen sense of smell, he could pick up all kinds of chemicals.
Back home, no company would dare openly discharge contaminated sewage, but companies here had official permission to do so.
Ordinary people were already numb to the strange odors. The rich could only try their best to stay inside with clean air or live in villas on the outskirts.
As he ate breakfast and looked down at what appeared to be a bustling city, Luke had mixed feelings.
That was because most of the guys whom he thought would go to the hospital last night didnât go. A few with lighter injuries even got up and slipped home.
To put it simply, these people seemed to have abnormal resilience, but their physiques werenât any better than that of the ordinary people back home.
Did this world favor bad guys? Luke couldnât help but wonder. Why else were there so many bad guys here?
Even though they were often caught by Master Wayne the moment they appeared, and thrashed badly enough to break bones three to five times, they werenât even in the top 100.
Most of the time, they would pop up again after a while to enjoy another round.
Forget it. If they could take a beating, he would beat them up a few more times and give them more severe injuries. Wouldnât that give them more time to be obedient? Luke chose the simplest solution.
Kill them directly? That would be at least a few months later, once he was familiar with the territory.
Haste made waste, not to mention that he would be âstealingâ from Master Wayne.
Suddenly, a pair of astonishingly long legs appeared in his line of sight, followed by a beautiful back.
Wasnât she afraid of catching a cold dressed like that so early in the morning? Luke raised his head and looked at this valiant lady.
Em⊠Fine, this lady wasnât a little valiant, she was too valiant.
Watching the woman in the red halterneck dress sit down three tables away, Luke was curious.
Sensing that someone was looking at her, the woman turned her head slightly and met his gaze.
There wasnât much of an expression on her face. She simply sized him up before turning away indifferently.
It was a clear rejection, and the implication was: âIâm not interested in you. Donât stare at me.â
Luke put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses to make himself look more ordinary⊠As if.
The glasses were shaped out of nanomaterial, which were the best for taking and displaying readings openly.
He could sense the immense strength in the womanâs body, but the glasses could provide more detailed data and further analyze the composition and source of her strength.
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Putting on his glasses to make him look more like a refined scumbag, Luke got up and walked over to the woman in the red dress. He pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.
The woman in the red dress narrowed her eyes in displeasure. âSorry, that seatâs taken.â
Luke smiled. It was Knightâs most common âno warmthâ smile â Mindy had privately dubbed it as such, and all of Ursa Minor, as well as the tycoon, unanimously agreed.
Hm, it turned out it wasnât just her back that was exposed. Luke, the professional actor, looked as steady as ever, but he couldnât help but mutter inwardly.