Generally, French people liked her body shape, and Americans did too. Elena didn’t think that Luke preferred it, however.
She was an art student who was good at observing and sketching human bodies.
After two days of living together, she noticed that Luke had quite the athletic body – he must be someone who worked out regularly.
It was a pity that it was still January – if it was summer, she would be able to enjoy more of Luke’s body.
He had to be very strong! Elena blushed again at the thought, not because she was shy, but because she was excited.
As an art student, she always preferred male models with amazing muscles.
Luke was feeling very relaxed right now.
He needed to adjust his mood after the big job last night.
When he was at home, he could alleviate his discomfort by cooking or talking with Selina.
His discomfiture had less to do with illness, gloom, fear or bloodthirstiness, and more with subtle feelings like excitement, hopefulness and even cockiness.
The human mind was complicated.
Greyson hadn’t found anything abnormal about Luke last time, mostly because of Luke’s ability to readjust his emotions.
Even if he hadn’t killed them, those bad guys would’ve been eliminated by the superheroes of this world someday, so Luke mostly regarded the villains as NPCs through whom he could earn experience points. He didn’t feel guilty about killing them.
The system was also a source of reassurance.
So far, he hadn’t been punished for killing the wrong person.
Given that he lost five credit points for stealing five dollars before, there was no way that the system would let him kill random people.
Thus, all the people he killed had deserved to die.
In a good mood, Luke chatted with Elena as he enjoyed his food. They then went upstairs together.
Elena moved her easel to the roof and continued working.
Luke also moved a chair from his room to the roof and turned on his laptop.
Using Elena’s wifi connection, Luke looked up scenic spots in Paris.
A moment later, he raised his head to see that Elena was already busy drawing.
Getting up, Luke took a look at her work from behind without disturbing her, and was amused. Why have I turned into a bird man?
On Elena’s drawing board was the beginning of a sketch of Luke, except that he was glowing and smiling, with a pair of wings on his back and a bible in his hand.
This Luke had the same pose as the real Luke earlier.
But wasn’t I holding a laptop? Also, isn’t that halo around me exaggerated? Luke grumbled inwardly, but didn’t interrupt Elena.
Sometimes, art had nothing to do with the real life references, and was only about its creator’s feelings and intentions.
Luke shook his head with a smile and returned to his room with his laptop.
A moment later, Luke went downstairs.
He had put on a hoodie and a face mask. Carrying his black backpack, he got onto a bus.
The bus was in poor condition, and the few people on board didn’t look like decent people at all, but were more like habitual thieves.
They looked at Luke when he got on but didn’t say anything.
Ten minutes later, someone couldn’t hold back anymore.
Although Luke had covered his face, his clothes and his posture suggested that he was from a different background.
Three reckless black men approached him and brandished knives as they warned him not to move.
Luke remained still as only his hands moved unhurriedly. The three men saw him take out a pair of gloves and put them on.
But gloves weren’t fatal weapons. The foolish scoundrels pressed forward.
One of them reached for Luke’s backpack, and another for his collar.
Just as their hands were about to touch him, Luke’s own hands darted out to grasp theirs, before he pressed down and twisted.
With the sound of two cracks, the two men screamed wretchedly.
Luke remained seated and silent. Crossing his arms, he stomped on the hands of the two men, who had dropped to their knees.
The other passengers in the bus were stunned. This wasn’t the show they were expecting
Their hands dislocated, the two men didn’t dare struggle at all. They could only scream as they hit Luke’s legs with their other hand.
With an indifferent air, Luke picked up a dagger that one of the two robbers had dropped and threw it.
The third man screamed and dropped his gun, the dagger having gone through his wrist. Chances were that he would be handicapped for the rest of his life.
Luke slowly got up and kicked away the two robbers who were still screaming on their knees.
He slowly moved forward, playing with a butterfly knife in his hand.
Everybody was silent. Luke picked up the gun that the black man had dropped and examined it unhurriedly, before he pointed it at the three robbers. “Give me your money.”
The passengers on board were speechless. It seemed that the robbers had just tried to rob another more proficient robber.
Taking a hundred euros from the three unlucky robbers and kicking them off the bus, Luke returned to the back row.
Nobody messed with him again.
Luke got off after he entered neuf trois. He took a deep breath – the air here oozed experience and credit!
Intentionally walking into the dodgy corners, he soon caught the attention of criminals.
After looting three groups of rogues, Luke finally encountered some gangsters who had a car.
They surrounded Luke with knives, but then stopped moving when Luke pointed his gun at them.
One gangster in the car also had a gun, but Luke was faster.
Luke shot him in the shoulder when he was still taking out his gun. The man was quite lucky that he hadn’t been killed.
Luke threw the man out of the car and drove off.
Half an hour after entering neuf trois, he had become a man with two guns and a car.
He searched the car with Sharp Nose for a while, and found various items which included bullets, cash and some weed. None of it was overly useful to him.
However, he was delighted to find a dozen coins. He could use them to test the system’s rules without worrying about losing too many points.