Chapter 921: I Love Vigilantism, and Only If You Pay More

“I’m in New York. So, Mr. Wilson, you don’t have to take a luxury business cla.s.s flight tonight, nor do you have to stay in a four-star hotel. You can sleep in your own bed and get a good night’s sleep,” said Luke slowly.

Pausing for a moment, he continued, “Also, if you don’t work harder, Mr. Wilson, you’ll have to settle for the minimum 500 dollars for the information.”

Wade’s face fell and he was full of regret for the missed jackpot. “That’s too bad… Ah, I mean, that’s great.”

“Fix a place and time, and send the details to me. Preferably before seven tonight in New York city centre. I don’t plan on taking a plane back to Los Angeles to meet you there.” Luke chuckled. “Only when the money is in your pocket does it belong to you, right, Mr. Wilson?”

Wade: “…Okay.”

Luke hung up.

Selina finally complained, “How did this guy survive until now? Is it only because he’s surrounded by people with hearing disabilities that he hasn’t been killed?”

“Of course, he didn’t become such a slag in one day,” Luke said unhurriedly. “It takes 20 to 30 years to become a super cheap person. This can also be considered an innate talent.”

Selina laughed out loud. “I want to know how many of his cla.s.smates wanted to kill him when he was in school. Mm, and the teachers.”

Luke said, “He might have been expelled way before that.”

Wade’s message came very quickly:

Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children Bar, 7pm.

Selina’s lips twitched when she read the long name of the bar and saw the word “School.” “Don’t tell me this really is the school Wade went to? Isn’t he afraid of being cursed by G.o.d?”

Luke said indifferently, “You should trust that cheap people aren’t afraid of being cursed, because too many people curse them.”

…

At half past six, Luke and Selina left in their old car.

It was now grayish-black and looked even more unremarkable. The license plates had also been changed out for fake ones.

Luke and Selina were still dressed like hip-hop young adults. They were also wearing caps, sungla.s.ses, and masks.

Luke and Selina found the old bar in Harlem and entered.

The moment Luke stepped inside, he felt a sense of familiarity.

This place was similar to the bar in Los Angeles where he had met Wade.

The smell of alcohol, cigarettes, sweat, and vomit filled the air in the rundown bar. All the customers were fierce-looking, and looked like the kind that should have long been sent to the electric chair.

They went to the counter and asked for a bottle of c.o.ke each.

There wasn’t anything unusual-looking about the bartender with the long hair, buck teeth, and black-rimmed gla.s.ses. However, the price of a bottle of c.o.ke amply demonstrated how much of a scam this bar was.

Perhaps it was because Luke and Selina weren’t dressed like the others here.

Luke stuffed two 20-dollar bills into a gla.s.s jar on the counter and asked, “Is Wade here?”

The bartender glanced at him. “Which Wade?”

Luke pondered for two seconds. “The cheapest and most shameless one.”

The bartender said, “He hasn’t been here in days. Supposedly he’s gotten obsessed with a black woman as big as a hippo, the 400-hundred pound kind.”

Luke and Selina were lost for words.

Is your mouth related to Wade’s?

At that moment, someone sat down at the counter. “If you spread fake news about my wife again, do you think I won’t blow up your fake alcohol?”

The bartender snorted. “Then you can only drink water.”

The man threw a 5-dollar bill into the bartender’s cash register. “Give me your fake whiskey blend.”

The bartender didn’t move. “25 dollars.”

The person said, “Who told you to slander my wife just now? 5 dollars, or I’ll take 25 dollars from your money jar.”

Helpless, the bartender poured a gla.s.s of whiskey, which was just a thin layer of amber liquid in a gla.s.s half-full of ice. He then slammed the gla.s.s down in front of the man. “Wade, take it easy. Don’t get drunk and go back to the wrong house and bang the wrong wife.”

It was Wade.

Hearing that, he gave the bartender the middle finger, then ignored him. He smiled and said, “Boss, we meet again. What business do you have this time?”

Luke took a sip of his c.o.ke. “Someone posted a huge bounty yesterday. You know about it, right?”

Stumped for a moment, Wade immediately said, “I know. You’re not asking me for information on those masked men, are you? I can’t help you with that. Those masked men are all cuties. I love them. They’re the ones who fill this city with a cheerful and lively air…”

Of course, Wade wouldn’t say that after watching Batman’s video, even he had gone out with a mask on with the fancy name of “Executioner of Justice.”

Of course, once he sentenced the bad guys, all their money went into his wallet; he had a good habit of not wasting anything.

However, he didn’t want to cosplay Batman.

Batman was indeed very strong, but he was the “Strongest Wade” who was no weaker than anyone else.

So, he bought himself a dark red suit to show that he was different from Batman.

In fact, he felt that there were too many people cosplaying Batman on the streets, and the black armor was too ordinary. It didn’t match his unique temperament and figure at all.

But one night, when he went out to “act heroically,” he ran into a few guys wearing similar dark red clothes who were abducting little kids.

He was furious at that time. He drew his sword and killed those kidnapping b*stards before dumping them in the river.

Not only did they wear similar dark red clothes, they also had long swords on their backs.

Except for the slightly looser dark red clothes, these bad guys actually looked similar to Wade.

Wade, who felt that he had been tricked for no reason, was naturally ruthless and killed the enemy.

After this encounter, Wade made a painful decision.

In the end, he added a few bits of black to his “battle uniform” — for example, the eyes of the mask were now black.

The red and black ensemble and his now tight-fitting suit finally helped Wade escape his counterfeit crisis.

So, when Luke mentioned the masked men, he decisively expressed his opinion.

He was one of the masked men. How could he help Luke catch these “comrades”? Unless… he paid more!

Wade was delighted. This time, he had to make this bigshot pay more.

Luke said, “No, I want to know more about the hitmen.”

“…So, you have to give me a price that I can’t refuse,” Wade said almost at the same time.

He was stunned. “What did you just say?”