Chapter 1762 Come, Please Hurry Up

After a while, Luke came to a two-story seaside villa.

Looking at the faint light coming from the crack of the door, he thought for a while, stepped forward, and knocked on the door three times at a constant speed: "Hello, is anyone home?"

The voices in the room that had been heard in his ears suddenly stopped, but no one came to open the door.

Luke: "If you don't answer, it will be your acquiescence, then I will come in."

As he spoke, he twisted the doorknob, opened the door with a slight click, and stepped in, with a relaxed expression as if he was returning to his own home.

After walking three meters, he saw the living room on the right through the hallway and partition.

Then, he stopped, and the corners of his mouth widened, making the smile on his face brighter: "Hi, what's your name?"

In the living room, the two stood and sat 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 Caucasian male, about twenty-five to thirty years old.

While Luke was looking at him with a smile, the thin man let go of his hands holding Harry'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 skinny man showed curiosity: "Is your name Jeff Richard Howson?"

Luke: "Yes, but I prefer to be called - the clown."

The thin man nodded thoughtfully: "So, the clown is the real body? Interesting."

Luke walked into the living room unhurriedly, and then sat down on the single sofa next to Harry: "No, the interesting one is you."

As he spoke, he casually picked up a cup of coffee on the table, raised his legs, and took a sip leisurely: "Should I call you number zero?"

The thin man walked from behind the couch where Harry was to the single sofa on the other side, and sat down as well.

With Harley as the vertex, the positions of the three of them just formed an isosceles triangle.

The thin white man put his back close to the sofa, and put his hands on the armrest naturally. Ten fingers tapped the armrest rhythmically, full of rhythm: "Simon, Simon Nepper."

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 answering: "Because you want to find me."

Luke raised his eyebrows: This guy is a bit interesting.

Before he knocked on the door, he had been paying attention to Simon's mental fluctuations.

At that time, Simon's mental fluctuations were slightly excited, with a little joy.

It almost made Luke mistakenly think that this guy was doing something indescribable to Harry.

Fortunately, both his keen sense of smell and primary sound wave denied this possibility, and when he entered, he saw that Harley was also fully dressed.

Facing the unexpected self, Simon not only didn't panic, but became highly excited.

This excitement was well suppressed by another focused emotion, making him look normal.

But Simon's excitement was extremely strong, but the concentration was stronger.

To use an old saying, it is "half fire, half sea water".

Luke told Simon that, except for the name the other party was willing to tell him, he didn't reveal anything more.

At least Simon didn't reveal who was most likely to send someone to catch him.

Heart turned, 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 to the outside of the armrest, let go of his fingers, and let it fall on the colorful Mexican carpet, splashing a yellow-brown stain.

Then he withdrew his hand and clapped loudly: "Wow, it seems that someone wants to play a wonderful game with me. This is really great."

A strange smile appeared on Simon's face: "It's really great to meet you. Then I'm here?"

Luke nodded repeatedly while applauding: "Come on, please hurry up."

System: Unknown spiritual energy is found to try to link, do you accept it? whether.

Luke chose No at will, and then continued to look at Simon with that squinting state: "Put a little harder, could it be that I didn't eat at night with this strength, do you want me to call and order you a taco?"

Simon was taken aback for a moment, but his eyes became even hotter: "Sure enough, you are unique. Let me see what secrets are in your body."

Before he finished speaking, his voice suddenly bounced off the sofa and rushed towards Luke.

The speed of his pounce is far beyond ordinary people.

In just an instant, Simon's blurred figure had rushed over, grabbing Luke's head with his palms.

Then... His eyes went black.

Boom!

Simon, who had bumped into something, staggered back a few steps with stars in his eyes.

On the sofa, Luke slowly put down the sole of Erlang's left foot, which was erected on top of his leg: "Unfortunately, the speed is a bit short."

Simon pounced fast, but his fighting skills were not outstanding.

Luke just stretched out his left foot and let his face hit the sole of his foot.

Simon, who barely stood still, touched his nose with his hand, and two nosebleeds flowed down.

But he didn't care, just muttered: "Your fighting ability is really strong, no wonder you can fight the Dark Knight head-on."

Luke wrote down the words again.

The clown's fighting style is basically only known to those who have captured the clown.

Ordinary mental hospital patients are not the ones who have 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, and after saying this, he pounced on again.

But this time his speed was much slower, obviously guarding against the problem of bumping his face into his feet.

At the same time as he pounced, his hands stretched forward, dancing quickly like a hand dance.

Luke didn't care.

The fighting skills of each other are too different. Unless Simon uses his strength to overcome Luke's fighting skills with his physical fitness, he will always be the one who gets beaten like this.

At this moment, Harry, who looked blankly beside him, suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Luke.

Harry and Simon formed a pincer attack on Luke.

Luke ignored Harry at all.

With her ordinary physique, it's useless to punch him a hundred times.

The next moment, he slapped Simon's hand with his palm. Simon flew a few meters away, rolled a few times on the ground and remained still.

Luke's face changed, and he looked at Harry who threw himself on him.

I saw that Harry grabbed his left arm and his hands under his left rib into claws, and grabbed it hard.

Amidst the harsh creaking sound, the suit-style clown's battle uniform was scratched a few times, and her sharp ten-finger nails poked at Luke's muscles.

Luke showed surprise, his arms trembled, and two muscles on one side of his waist trembled, and he immediately squeezed out the ten fingers that had been caught in the muscle layer of the body surface.

Harry was obviously taken aback: "Physical superpowers?"