Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 497 Can I Buy You a Drink?

While most of the women on the beach had average looks, there were still plenty of pretty and curvy local and foreign girls.

On such a bright and sunny day, they showed off their attractive bodies in their bikinis.

Some of them were playing beach volleyball, and Luke couldn’t help nodding as he watched.

The waitress who brought the food to Luke’s table smiled prettily. “If you want, I can play a round with you after work.”

Luke turned around and looked at the Brazilian girl who looked at most sixteen but had a body hotter than many girls in their twenties. He smiled. “Unfortunately, I still have something to do later.”

The girl shrugged, unbothered. “Then I hope everything goes well for you.” Luke nodded with a smile and gave her five dollars. “But thank you for the offer. I hate to miss out on anything here; all of it is truly splendid.”

The girl chuckled and took the cash. “You really know how to flirt.”

She then took out a card from the back pocket of her jeans shorts and gave it to him. “You’re very cute, so I won’t charge you for the first time.”

Stunned, Luke watched her leave before he looked at the card in his hand, only to be amused.

So, she was a professional escort.

Nobody disturbed Luke again after this interlude.

In one corner of the restaurant, he read the files on the laptop.

The location which the owner of the newspaper stand had pointed to on the map didn’t have Wild Jungle marked on it, but Luke still zoomed in to examine the travel routes.

That was a big nest; if anyone fled, he would have to chase them.

Hopefully it won’t come to that, he thought to himself.

Soon, it was evening. After having dinner at the same restaurant, Luke left with his knapsack and got on a bus.

After forty minutes on the bus, he finally arrived at Wild Jungle.

It was seven o’clock and people were already starting to go in. Thinking for a moment, Luke found a quiet corner and did some touch ups to his face. It would be too obnoxious to wear sunglasses in a club at night; he wasn’t a film actor or movie character.

He made his skin darker, which could be considered fixing his problem of never being able to get tan.

His black contacts covered his ice blue pupils. Coupled with his hair that had been sprayed black, his half-beard, and his slightly slanted eyes, Luke looked like a different person altogether.

Several minutes later, he walked into the club sans knapsack.

The setup was pretty much the same as most clubs.

The lights were dim and hazy, and interspersed with colorful sparkles. The music was soft and the customers spoke in whispers to each other. Everything looked very normal.

Luke sat at the bar and asked for a guaraná.

The bartender wasn’t surprised by the order.

There were plenty of foreign guests who were allergic to alcohol but still wanted to come to the club for fun. In any case, most of the guests weren’t here to drink.

As he drank his juice, Luke scouted the place with Sharp Nose.

He didn’t pay much attention to the lounge, and focused mainly on the upper two floors of this spacious three-story building; that should be where most of Christophe’s men were gathered. There were around thirty people on the upper two floors, but few were on the third floor. A big office in particular was empty.

According to the tattooed man, this was the den of his immediate boss, Pedro da Silva, who was usually busy outside during the day and would return here to rest at night. Luke wasn’t in a rush. He finished the guaraná unhurriedly and then ordered a glass of Brazilian berry juice. He was quite amazed by the tropical fruits in Brazil. Apart from the staples, who knew how many dozens or even hundreds of local specialties there were.

It was a shame that the glutton Selina hadn’t come; she would’ve been happy to try the juice in this place.

Very soon, a beautiful girl sat down on his right.

Luke had actually already noticed her before she came over, and his expression had turned strange when his back was to her. But it was only for a very short moment, and he calmed down as he wondered: Why is she here? Don’t tell me she’s going to steal my credit!

Even as he thought this, he turned to the side and greeted her with a smile. “Hi, can I buy you a drink?”

The Latino girl looked to be in her early twenties. Half her face was covered by her long black hair.

Hearing Luke’s invitation, she glanced at him and said unenthusiastically, “How old are you? Does your mother know that you’re drinking here?”

Luke shrugged and showed her his glass. “It’s juice. Actually, I was going to buy you juice,

too.”

The black-haired girl was stunned. Her lips twitched when she looked at his glass.

There were plenty of people who came to a bar and didn’t drink alcohol, but there definitely were few who would buy a girl juice.

Her gaze shifted away. “Save your allowance and buy soda for the little girls at school back home. I don’t need it.”

Luke wasn’t offended. “Then how about a chat?”

The girl was about to refuse, but looking at his young face and his sincere eyes, her heart somehow softened. “What do you want to talk about?”

Pondering for a moment, Luke then asked, “If someone thinks that they can’t keep up with you and wants to go home and retire, how would you dissuade them?”

The black-haired beauty was startled before she turned thoughtful and was silent for a long time.

It was a very simple question, but the keywords were “go home” and “leave,” which could easily evoke responses from a particular group of people; for example, this woman here.

Lost in thought for a moment, she then sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe… it’s not a bad idea to go back to her hometown with her?”

Luke nodded, as if he was deep in thought. “Is that so? Then what if…”

Just like that, the two of them started chatting idly.

Luke didn’t ask a lot of questions, and would casually segue into other things, and they soon moved on to other subjects.

OL

The black-haired beauty had escaped the initial question, but she still found Luke strange.

She somehow felt that this young man was much more mature than he appeared.

But he was also vastly different from those little school boys who pretended to be worldly and mature. For a moment, she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Fortunately, it was just an idle conversation. Even if she remained quiet for minutes on end, he just looked around leisurely, not insisting on a reply from her.

They seemed to be chatting, but they also looked like two strangers who were casually killing time with small talk.

It was eight o’clock, and the club was already crowded.

Hot girls and all kinds of men had poured in, and the atmosphere was completely different from when Luke just arrived.

A Latino DJ with dreadlocks got onto the stage and fiddled with the equipment. Then, he slowly raised his hands. “Are you ready~?”