Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 840 – Little Brothers? Or Cousins?

Chapter 840: Little Brothers? Or Cousins?

Only then did the two men pay attention to the young man who looked like a student.

It was mid-October, and the temperature in Los Angeles hovered between 15 to 28 degrees as summer refused to let go.

Right now was the height of fall in New York, and the temperature was between 10 to 18 degrees.

People went around in thick fall coats, which was the standard in New York.

Luke, on the other hand, was only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, which clung to his muscles.

Looking at the dust on his body, and putting it together with the sound of things being smashed which they had heard earlier, the two men couldn’t help but swallow; this guy had a soft face, but was someone who did physical work!

Most people who did physical labor had bad tempers.

Those who worked in the Clinton area had even worse tempers.

Looking at Luke’s muscles and the sledgehammer, the two men were caught in a dilemma.

It would be too humiliating if they didn’t do anything.

Make a move! But their heads felt a little cold at the thought, as if a cool wind was blowing into their brains through the gaps in their skulls.

It had to be said that there was a little problem with their thinking.

Luke was here to be a police officer, and he hadn’t started on the job yet. How could he smash their heads in as soon as he arrived?

In fact, he was eyeing their feet.

In the face of hoodlums, it absolutely wasn’t against the law to casually drop a construction tool and accidentally crush their feet.

Suddenly, someone shouted, “Hey, what are you doing?”

The silent confrontation between the two parties was broken. The two men jumped back two meters. “Don’t come over, don’t come.”

Luke didn’t even bother to look at them.

He turned around and saw two young men walking over.

The one who spoke was a short, fat man with long brown hair. Behind him was a tall, slim man in sunglasses.

The fat man raised his voice. “Charlie, Raqael, what are you doing here?”

The two men subconsciously hid the knives behind their backs with pained expressions and scowled. “God, let us go. Don’t come over tonight to nag. No, it’s best if you never show up again.”

The fat man turned serious. “But we finally got you out of the detention center a few days ago. Back then, you promised that you would look for official jobs. That was the deal.”

Listening to their conversation, Luke smiled. This young man was quite interesting.

After being a detective for so long, he could easily sense the mental attitudes of most people.

The fat young man in front of him had the air of a lawyer.

He was calm and collected, and his eyes were clear. He was a typical justice-type player.

The fat man looked at Luke and smiled. “Sir, how should I address you?”

Luke returned the smile and put the sledgehammer to the side.

He took off a glove and stretched out his hand. “Just call me Luke.”

The fat man glanced at Luke’s hand, and realized that this was clearly a refined and educated person.

Of course, it wasn’t hard to understand why such a refined gentleman would confront two hooligans with a sledgehammer.

Foggy would defend himself with a baseball bat when he was in danger, but that didn’t mean he was a baseball player.

He immediately stretched out his hand. “Hello, Luke. My name is Foggy Nelson.”

They shook hands lightly before politely letting go.

Foggy spoke again. “It’s like this, Mr. Luke…”

Luke said, “No need to be polite, just call me Luke. That way, I won’t have to call you Mr. Nelson, right?”

Foggy nodded firmly. He liked the smiling, gentle young man.

“Luke, I’ll be honest. These two are sixteen and fifteen. They’re still minors.” Foggy pointed at the two boys who were too scared to leave. “I saw them threaten you with knives. I’m sorry for what they did.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. Wasn’t this treating him as too much of a nice guy?

Seeing the look on his face, Foggy said with a bitter smile, “It’s a little too much, but they don’t really have bad intentions. So far, they’ve only committed theft, not assault, which is why we bailed them out.”

Luke looked at the two boys on the side, and coughed lightly.

Foggy immediately focused. He knew that it was very likely that Luke was about to say something.

Luke asked, “Are they your little brothers?”

Foggy: …

The slim young man behind him: …

The two black boys: …

After an awkward moment, Foggy hurriedly shook his head. “No, I don’t have any African American relatives.”

Luke suddenly felt playful. “Cousins?”

Foggy: …

The slim young man: …

The two black boys: …

Foggy smiled bitterly. “Luke, I’m not a relative. I’m just a lawyer. I only bailed them out after receiving a request from their mother and cousin.”

Luke glanced at the slim young man behind Foggy.

This time, Foggy reacted quickly. “He’s my partner. He doesn’t have any African American relatives! Hm, no African American cousins either.”

Hearing that, the slim young man’s lips couldn’t help twitching. Do I look like an African American at all? What’s wrong with your brain?

Luke nodded and looked away. “And your meaning?”

Foggy hesitated, then asked tentatively, “Look, I’ll have them apologize to you right now and give you some personal compensation if you forgive them. Is that okay?”

Seeing that Luke had no expression, he added, “I guarantee that they won’t harass you again.”

The two rascals were about to object, when Foggy turned around and glared at them. “If you refuse, I’ll print out a copy of the bill for your last lawyer fee. You can think about it for the next five or ten years. It’s fine if you don’t understand. I can help you put together a repayment plan and tell you exactly how much you have to pay me every month.”

Full of despair, two boys sagged listlessly as the knives behind their backs fell to the ground with a clatter. “Then you might as well send us back to the detention center.”

Instead of saying anything, Luke observed the two boys.

Foggy turned around and looked at him sincerely. “Luke, they’re just kids. Give them a chance, okay?”

Pondering for a moment, Luke suddenly asked, “Are they really not your cousins?”

Foggy: …

The slim young man: …

The two boys: …

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