189: Tip and Coffee

Tip and Coffee

When Luke returned to the office, he found Reto's sister cutting through the rope around her hands with a knife.

But the knife wasn't sharp enough, and it was difficult for her to use it in her current position.

Luke was amused by the little girl's determination.

Without wasting any time, Luke tossed away her knife and covered her head with a black bag. He then carried her to the roof with his grappling hook.

Two minutes later, Luke appeared in an alley several hundred meters away with the girl.

Cutting the rope around her hands and feet, Luke gave her the pistol that he had taken from the brawny man. "Good luck, kid."

He then climbed the wall and disappeared.

The girl got rid of the bag over her head and looked around, but she was alone.

Looking at the pistol in her hand, she gritted her teeth and left the place in a hurry.

On the roof of a building not far away, Luke watched her leave and smiled. He then turned to look in the direction of the street fortress.

A moment later, after a few explosions, plumes of fire and smoke rose into the sky.

Looking at the workshop that was now ablaze, Luke smiled and left the place quickly with his grappling hook.

He found his car and drove it to the 18th arrondissement. He called Daniel. "Come pick me up. I'll send you the address."

Daniel complained, "Hey, seriously? It's two in the morning. I don't work at night!"

Luke said, "Two thousand euros."

Daniel said, "Fine, I'm on my way." Two thousand euros was more than what he could earn over several days. Only an idiot would refuse.

Also, with his driving skills, it would only take him several minutes to reach the address.

In less than ten minutes, Daniel's cab came to an abrupt stop before Luke.

Luke got in and said, "To Montmartre Cemetery."

Daniel drove the cab off with a smile.

After the cab arrived, Luke gave Daniel a roll of cash. "The additional money is your tip." He quickly got out and disappeared into the dark.

Daniel quickly counted the cash in the dim light in the car. He suddenly cursed. "Damn it! Two thousand euros and fifty cents! You tipped me fifty cents!"

Luke deliberately gave him the fifty cents that he had looted from the people who had tried to rob him earlier. He didn't stint on the two thousand euros he had promised anyway.

The system didn't deduct his credit points after he used the coins.

Clearly, the system approved of him robbing the robbers.

Walking on the street in the dark, Luke checked his reward for cleaning up the drug dealers.

Mission: Kill the head of Taha's group and destroy the illegal drugs and workshop.

Total experience: 2,500. Total credit: 2,500.

Contribution rate: 100%. EXP +2,500. Credit +2,500.

As he expected, destroying the illegal drugs and the workshop had been a fruitful venture.

If he continued working like this for another week, he could probably level up again and finally learn Elementary Self-Healing.

However, he had been active for many days, and Taha's gang was one of the top three criminal groups in the area. It would be troublesome if a curfew was imposed while he continued to eliminate the drug dealers.

If that happened, it wouldn't just be the gangsters, but everybody in the area wouldn't tolerate him either.

Luke returned to his apartment and sat on his bed as he reviewed the operation tonight as per usual.

At that moment, someone knocked on the bathroom door.

Luke said with a smile, "Come in. The door isn't locked."

Elena poked her head out of the bathroom. "Aren't you going to take a shower? It's raining outside. You must be cold."

Luke nodded his head. "Thank you, Elena. I was taking a break. I'm going to take one now."

Elena hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "I have coffee in my room. Would you like a cup of coffee after you shower?"

Luke nodded with a smile.

Elena, however, felt that there was something different about Luke tonight. She smiled and left.

Luke got up and took a shower.

Elena made coffee in the kitchen and murmured, "What is it? It feels like he turned from morning sunlight into the cold rain and wind at night. Yes. That's the feeling."

She then shook her head. "It's probably just my imagination. He's probably just cold. Nobody can remain sunny after being out and about in such a cold wind."

A moment later, Luke finished his shower and changed into clean clothes. He knocked on the other bathroom door, and opened it after he heard Elena's reply.

This was the interesting part of this double apartment.

Connected by the bathroom in the middle, the two rooms appeared separate when they were in fact almost one unit.

Luke was wearing a shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Thanks to the heater, it wasn't cold in the room.

Elena offered him a cup of coffee with a smile.

Luke had to admit that it felt great to have a cup of hot coffee with a smiling, beautiful girl while listening to the rain fall on the roof outside.

The round table in the room was only meant for one person, so Luke and Elena were sitting very close to each other as they talked and laughed.

After finishing his coffee, Luke rose and said goodbye despite the fact that Elena hadn't shown any indication of wanting him to leave.

Inviting someone in for coffee at night was an obvious sign in France.

But Luke would be busy the next day, and probably the day after that. He couldn't be so rash.

To Elena's disappointment, Luke returned to his room.

But she didn't feel frustrated for long, and she chuckled a while later.

Although she was somewhat disappointed, Luke's decision wasn't unexpected.

He was gentle, funny, courteous, and happy to get close to her, but he wasn't in a rush to touch her.

Unlike most men, Luke seemed to prefer to connect with her emotionally rather than physically. She actually quite liked the feeling.

After reflecting on the matter, she no longer felt drowsy, so she simply set up her easel and started a new sketch.

The room was utterly quiet save for the sound of the rain.0

As time went by, the outline of the sketch appeared. It was still an angel version of Luke.

But this Luke was looking down from a high vantage point, and he had a long spear in his hand, as if he was going to throw it in the next moment.

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