Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 1539

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The overall layout hadn’t changed, but the fixings like the wires, pipes and switches were all new, and were waterproof and rustproof.

There wouldn’t be another incident like Luke helping Max repair the bathroom pipe in the middle of the night.

The doors and windows that couldn’t be opened were replaced with new ones.

More importantly, the rent hadn’t changed.

That meant that the landlord was proactively covering the repair costs, which was his legal responsibility, anyway. However, it didn’t make sense.

The original landlord had entrusted a professional real estate company to collect the rent, and there was no need to inform Max and the others about the change in landlord.
As long as the landlord and the tenants had no objections to the repairs, they could just let the real estate company know.

However, most of the time, it was tenants who forced the real estate company to contact the landlord about repairs. A landlord like this, who took the initiative to repair the place, was indeed rare.
Luke certainly didn’t care when Max mocked the landlord.

In any case, it was the previous landlord she was cursing out; given how stingy he was, it made sense.

He had sold the building at an extremely inflated price to Luke, so it wasn’t a problem to scold him.

In the Battle of New York two months ago, not many people in Williamsburg had been affected, and Max was completely fine.

The girls were doing well, and Luke had no intention of helping them make a fortune.

It was easier to maintain one’s mindset when one slowly earned money instead of getting rich all at once.

Besides, the two girls weren’t stupid. Even doing this was already a little too much.

Thankfully, all they had was just a vague notion, and Luke used a mix of truth and lies as he replied with, “Do I look like that sort of fool to you?”

Luke didn’t really care about scolding himself.

The repairs had significantly increased the security of the apartment.

Secondly, these repairs were ultimately for him.

He enjoyed the refurbished apartment, and a new bathroom was a necessity.

Didn’t the water in Max’s shower smell good?

Luke coughed and recalled his wandering thoughts, then smiled at the horse head that poked in inquisitively from a side door. “Chestnut, you’re not asleep. Do you want more carrots?”
The horse snorted lightly and stuck out its big tongue to lick him.

This was Caroline’s horse, and could be considered the only “luxury item” which the former heiress had left.

Of course, it was already old and of no value. Conversely, money had to be spent to care for it.

Luke quickly dodged the tongue attack. “Fine, you’re awesome. I’ll get you a carrot.”

Holding a carrot outside the door to distract Chestnut, Luke’s expression suddenly changed, and he walked out and closed the side door.

Taking two running steps, he jumped lightly and flipped over the two-meter-high metal fence, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Ona side street, a woman was confronting five men.
The five men all looked like typical hooligans, the kind that didn’t have any money.

The blonde woman in front of them, on the other hand, was wearing a red business suit which made her look even hotter.

It was a 1v5, but there were only four hoodlums standing. One of them was on his knees and screaming. “My eyes! You b*tch, I’m going to kill you!”

‘The woman held her bag in front of her with one hand to hide the pepper spray that she was holding with the other.

Only then would the pepper spray pose the biggest threat.

She inwardly cursed her bad luck.

It had just been another ordinary day of working overtime, and she hadn’t done anything different. It was just that her car had suddenly stalled, and she had no choice but to stop on the side of the road.
Law and order in this neighborhood had been poor in the past, and it had gotten even worse after the Battle of New York.

However, armed and violent crime rates hadn’t increased. All the hooligans in New York were traumatized by Batman and Black Cat.

They would rather do a grab-and-run than use weapons to threaten their victims.

That was because according to the information which circulated privately among the gang members, few of those who performed a grab-and-run would be sent to the orthopedic department. At most, they would be knocked out on the streets.
They wouldn’t have noticed if it was just one or two of them, but after a while, many hoodlums got the message.

As long as it wasn’t a violent crime, Batman and Black Cat wouldn’t bother to break their bones.

In other words, violent harm was the bottom line.

If they crossed this line, Batman and Black Cat would catch them and break some bones, possibly crippling them.

However, Batman and Black Cat disappeared after the Battle of New York.

The chaos caused by the war and the two months which passed after that made many hoodlums restless.

Based on police data, incidents like violent robbery and rape were increasing rapidly.

For example, when the five hoodlums saw the woman’s designer bag and her car, they were immediately tempted.

If they grabbed the goods and ran, they would be able to get several hundred bucks from selling them off.

Many of their comrades had done the same thing recently, and hadn’t been hospitalized.

One couldn’t blame them for not being particular. It was just that life in New York was too hard.

Drugs in Manhattan were now ten times more expensive, but local distributors were all claiming that they were short of stock.

How could this be considered the biggest city in America?!

If they couldn’t get the goods, it was like starving away on a mountain of gold.

The hooligans barely survived by coming out to carry out petty robberies.

Of course, they would never look for a job in their lifetimes.

Even though reconstruction work in New York was gradually picking up, and there was hgh demand for manual laborers, plus the pay wasn’t low, the hooligans who were used to being loafers didn’t want to suffer.
Unfortunately for them, they had run into a more level-headed woman during the robbery tonight.

In the face of so many people who wanted to rob her, she didn’t tremble in fear. Instead, when the first hoodlum attacked, she immediately taught him a lesson with the pepper spray she had.
At that moment, neither side could back down.

Although Tracy wasn’t wearing high heels, she was still wearing a skirt. There was no way she would be able to outrun the hoodlums.

One of the hooligans was down and shouting about getting revenge.

Four of them were unharmed, and their opponent was just an ordinary woman. None of them dared to suggest they give up.

The four hooligans finally pulled up their shirts to cover their faces to prevent the spray from hitting them, before they collectively pressed forward.

At that moment, a black figure fell from the sky. When it approached the ground, a huge shadow stretched out behind it.

The black figure slowed down, and the huge shadow turned into a soft cape again. The newcomer landed between the hooligans and Tracy with a bang.

Looking at the dark back and the familiar black cape and the two pointy ears on the helmet, Trish subconsciously exclaimed, “Batman!”

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The four hooligans all stood up. Their hands shook and they could no longer cover their faces. Their lips opened and closed like fish out of water, but they couldn’t make a sound.

In front of them was the legendary “sir..”2