Chapter 50: Luke the Witty and the Walk
When Luke returned to Riverside Road, he found that his house had been bombed before he even got out of the car. It had been a few days since the bombing.

However, this was expected.

Before leaving, he carefully cleaned the bedroom, leaving no flammable items, then half-closed the window, leaving a small gap, and set a booby trap according to the method taught by Gerard.

This booby trap was specially prepared for cultists.

After all, he had offended someone seriously, and the other party had ambushed him on the route he had to take, which meant that his residence was also under their control.

So, before leaving, Luke specially set up such a trap to specifically welcome the cultists who came to do bad things.

There really are cultists coming to our door.

Luke gave himself a big thumbs up for his cleverness.

This place cannot be lived in anymore. Who knows if the cultists have gotten angry and set a trap for themselves here?

He pulled out his cell phone and called Philemon's assistant, Dizzy Koch, directly.

"Uncle Koch, does my dad have any property near Riverside Boulevard? Pick a house that's closest and quiet, and have someone deliver the key to 45 Riverside Boulevard. I want to live there."

Dizzy Koch is Philemon's assistant, or in other words, he serves as a personal secretary or butler. He is also a very close member of the Williams family, and many of Philemon's affairs are handled by him.

He probably knows more about the real estate under his name than Philemon himself.

Ten minutes later, a black Mercedes-Benz S400 arrived beside Luke, and an employee brought him the keys to 30, 31, and 32 Riverside Boulevard, and a message from Dizzy Koch. He said that the properties on Riverside Boulevard were given to him by the builder, and there were only these four, but there were a few more near Gordon Road not far away, and if they were not enough, he could contact them again.

Luke said he didn't need it, took the key and sent the man away. Luke randomly picked the key number 32, parked the car at the door, and went in to take a look.

The interior was fully decorated, except for the necessary daily necessities, so we couldn't move in.

Luke had to leave some things that were not suitable to carry, such as a huge whip-like object and some powerful explosives, in the storage room, and took some insignificant self-defense items with him to stay in the hotel.

After checking into the presidential suite, Luke lay comfortably on the sofa, took out his phone and sent a message to Moore, asking about the latest developments in the dispute with the cult.

Moore called soon after.

"Luke, how are you doing lately? I haven't contacted you in the past two weeks. Have the cultists bothered you again?"

Although he was just talking on the phone and there was no one in front of him, Luke still shook his head habitually: "No, I went to the countryside during this period and only came back after seeing the news about the school shooting."

So that's how it is. On the other end of the phone, Moore, who was resting in the lounge, was relieved and said, "Don't worry, the Baptist Church has sent special inquisition personnel. They are good at dealing with cults. In at most half a month, these cultists will be caught in one fell swoop."

"You can relax a bit, too. They are already busy taking care of themselves. The night before yesterday, we raided and wiped out one of their bases, killing three level 1 transcendents and some ordinary cultists. They should be busy hiding now, and are unlikely to cause trouble for you again."

As soon as he finished speaking, a nun in a black robe ran in hurriedly.

"Father, Lord Ezequiel asked you to come over to discuss the matter of clearing out the cultists."

Moore nodded to show that he understood, and said apologetically to Luke on the other end of the phone: "Sorry, I have something urgent to do now, I'll contact you later." After hanging up the phone, Luke really felt a lot more relieved.

After becoming a superhuman, especially after encountering the cultists again, he has been in a state of mental tension, fearing that a madman would appear from nowhere and explode with a bomb.

Fortunately, these cultists are a little mentally demented, unable to keep up with social trends, and rarely use modern weapons, otherwise Luke might not be alive today.

Now that the threat from the cultists has been lifted for the time being, it's time to relax. There's no need to constantly train and improve as if you were being chased by wolves.

Putting down his luggage, Luke took only a pistol and a long knife, put on a black windbreaker to cover himself, put his hands in his pockets, slowly left the hotel, and wandered aimlessly in the city.

As one of the most famous tourist cities in the United States, Fort Lauderdale, known as the Venice of North America, is indeed very suitable for slow-paced tours, especially sunrise and sunset, which are both great times for walking.

Luke walked toward the beach along the downtown Raglan Arts Village, passing several open galleries and walking through stalls where street vendors sold arts and crafts.

The further you go from the city center, the more desolate the city becomes. Homeless people and drug addicts begin to appear on the streets, and you can even occasionally see negroes rushing out of supermarkets and stores while shopping for cheap items.

As a local, Luke is no stranger to these things.

Skillfully dodging the vomit on the ground, Luke looked at the homeless man lying next to the pool of disgusting and suspicious fluid, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, is this what it means to be like a shop selling abalone and not smell the stench for a long time?

Before he walked away, the homeless man lying dead on the spot woke up and seemed to want to get up and move around.

As he lifted up his only possession, a relatively intact quilt, a large group of gray, fat rats more than 20 centimeters long were uncovered and exposed to the sunlight.

There were more than a dozen rats, and they scattered in an instant, seeping into the city's sewer system like a tide.

The sudden change startled Luke.

Fort Lauderdale's rat extermination officers have always done a good job, and the municipal system is willing to invest a lot of money in rat extermination. After all, no one wants to travel to a place where rats are everywhere.

Luke had never seen a rat colony of this size and number, even among the locals.

Suspicious, he stopped where he was and asked the homeless man, "When did these rats come?"

The homeless man looked up and glanced at Luke, then seemed to have heard nothing and lowered his head to tidy up his quilt.

Who are you?

He looks like a rich young man. Is he here to have fun with us homeless people?
Is this some new type of hobby?
Luke had come into contact with some homeless people and knew their general temper and character, so he was not surprised at their reactions.

He rummaged through his pocket, pulled out a ten-dollar bill, and threw it lightly on the quilt that the other person had just made.

The homeless man glanced around, then quickly put the banknote away, looked up and asked, "What did you just ask?"

At this moment, even his eyes became clear.

(End of this chapter)