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After a while, Luke came to a two-story seaside villa.
Looking at the light coming from the crack in the door, he thought for a moment, stepped forward, and knocked on the door three times at a steady pace: "Hello, is anyone home?"
The voices in the house that reached his ears suddenly stopped, but no one came to open the door.
Luke: "If you don't answer, I'll take it as your acquiescence. Then I'm in."
As he spoke, he turned the doorknob, opened the door with a slight click, and stepped in, as comfortable as if he were returning to his own home.
Walking three meters in, he saw the living room on the right through the entrance hall and partition.
Then, he stopped, and the corners of his mouth grew wider and wider, making the smile on his face brighter: "Hi, what do you call me?"
In the living room, the two of them were standing and sitting together.
Sitting on the sofa was Harley. Wearing a white shirt and denim shorts, she just looked at Luke with dull eyes.
Standing behind her was a thin, calm-looking white man, about twenty-five to thirty years old.
While Luke looked at him with a smile, the thin man let go of his hands holding Harley's head, with a curious look in his eyes: "It's you, joker."
Luke made a gorgeous bow: "It's an honor to let you know my name."
The thin man looked curious: "Your name is Jeff Richard Howson, right?"
Luke: "Yes, but I prefer everyone to call me - clown."
The thin man nodded thoughtfully: "So, the clown is the true body? Interesting."
Luke walked into the living room leisurely and sat down on the single sofa next to Harley: "No, the interesting thing is you."
As he spoke, he picked up a cup of coffee on the table, crossed his legs, and took a leisurely sip: "Should I call you Number Zero?"
The thin man walked from behind the couch where Harley was sitting to the single sofa on the other side and sat down as well.
With Harley as the vertex, the positions of the three people just form an isosceles triangle.
The thin white man put his back close to the sofa, his hands naturally placed on the armrests, and his ten fingers tapped the armrests rhythmically, full of rhythm: "Simon, Simon Nepel."
Luke glanced at his nimble fingers, smiled and took another sip of coffee: "Do you know why I came to you?"
Simon on the opposite side was silent for a moment before he answered: "Because you want to find me."
Luke raised his eyebrows: This guy is a bit interesting.
He had been paying attention to Simon's mental fluctuations before knocking on the door.
At that time, Simon¡¯s mental fluctuations were slightly excited and a little joyful.
Luke almost mistakenly thought that this guy was doing something unspeakable to Harley.
Fortunately, both the sensitive sense of smell and primary sound waves denied this possibility, and when he came in, he saw that Harley was also fully clothed.
Faced with the sudden appearance of himself, Simon not only did not panic, but became highly excited.
This excitement was well suppressed by another focused emotion, making him look normal.
¡°But Simon¡¯s excitement is extremely strong, but the concentration is just stronger.
To use an old saying, it is ¡°half fire, half sea water¡±.
When Luke tricked Simon, he didn¡¯t reveal anything more than the name that the other party was willing to tell him.
¡°At least Simon didn¡¯t reveal who was most likely to send someone to arrest him.
With his heart spinning, Luke nodded: "Yes, I am very interested in your research, so I want to study you."
Simon nodded slowly: "I think so too."
Luke moved the hand holding the coffee cup outside the armrest, released his fingers, and let it fall on the colorful Mexican carpet, splattering a yellow-brown stain.
He then took back his hand and clapped loudly: "Wow, it looks like someone wants to play a wonderful game with me. This is really great."
Simon had a weird smile on his face: "It's really great to meet you. Then I'm here?"
Luke applauded and nodded repeatedly: "Come on, please hurry up."
System: An unknown spiritual energy is found and an attempt is made to connect. Do you want to accept it? whether.
Luke casually chose whether or not, and then continued to look at Simon with a sideways glance: "Use a little harder. Is this strength because you didn't eat at night? Do you want me to call you and order a taco for you?"
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?? He was stunned for a moment, but his eyes became even more intense: "Sure enough, you are a unique existence. Let me see what secrets your body contains."
Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly bounced up from the sofa and pounced on Luke.
The speed of his attack was far beyond that of ordinary people.
In just an instant, Simon's vague figure rushed towards him, and a pair of palms grabbed Luke's head.
Thenhis eyes went dark.
Bang!
Simon bumped into something and staggered back several steps with stars in his eyes.
On the sofa, Luke slowly put down the left foot of Erlang's leg that was standing upright on it: "Unfortunately, the speed is a bit slow."
Simon¡¯s attack speed is fast, but his fighting skills are not outstanding.
Luke just stretched out his left foot, causing his face to hit the sole of his foot.
Simon, who barely stood still, touched his nose with his hand, and two nosebleeds flowed down.
He didn¡¯t care, and just murmured: ¡°Your fighting ability is really strong, no wonder you can fight the Dark Knight head-on.¡±
Luke wrote this down again.
Only those who have captured the clown know a little bit about the clown's fighting style.
The average mental hospital patient is not someone who has access to this kind of hidden information.
So, it was the reconstructed Sky Eye that gave the clown¡¯s information to Simon?
Simon didn¡¯t delay. After saying this, he pounced again.
But this time his speed was much slower, and he was obviously on guard against hitting his feet with his face.
At the same time as he pounced, he stretched his hands forward and danced quickly like a hand-waving dance.
Luke didn¡¯t take it seriously.
The fighting skills between each other are too different. Unless Simon uses force to overcome skill and uses physical fitness to crush Luke's fighting skills, he will always be the one who gets beaten in this way.
At this moment, Harley, who was looking blank on the side, suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Luke.
Harley and Simon formed a pincer attack on Luke.
Luke ignored Harley at all.
With her ordinary physique, it would be useless to punch him a hundred times.
The next moment, he slapped Simon on the hand. Simon flew a few meters away and rolled several times on the ground without moving.
Luke¡¯s expression changed, and he looked at Harley who was rushing towards him.
I saw Harley's hands clenching into claws on his left arm and under his ribs, grabbing hard.
With a harsh crunching sound, several holes were ripped out of the suit-style clown suit, and her sharp fingernails dug into Luke's muscles.
Luke had a look of surprise on his face. He shook his arm, and the muscles on one side of his waist trembled. He immediately squeezed out the ten fingers that had been caught in the muscle layer of the body.
Harley was obviously taken aback: "Physical superpower?" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com