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Seeing that he was a little reserved, Luke waved.

"Come, sit down and drink some water."

Only then did he realize that the person sitting next to Luke was actually a big rat.

But his surprise soon subsided.

It's not good to stare at someone like that, even if it's a big rat.

Uncle Chen was already familiar with Sprint and didn't show anything.

He sat down with Shang Qi.

Luke asked Shang-Chi in Cantonese.

"How's your English?"

Shang-Chi's inner shock was interrupted by Luke's words, and he said a few words awkwardly.

"It's OK. I learned it in my hometown, but I'm not very proficient."

Luke nodded.

"Have you ever learned Kung Fu?"

Shang-Chi nodded, but said nothing.

Next, Luke asked Shang-Chi some more questions.

These questions are irrelevant. In fact, Luke is mainly observing Shang-Chi's subtle movements.

"You should go with Uncle Chen first. Let's arrange your accommodation first. You can follow Aunt Chen first, help her buy groceries, and help Uncle Chen. After a while, we will arrange your work. You can adapt to the life here first."

After Shang-Chi expressed his gratitude, he left with Uncle Chen.

After they left, the old mouse spoke:

"This young man is very arrogant."

Luke smiled.

"It's very likely that he ran away from home. Judging from his upbringing, his family should not be poor."

"Isn't Old Chen clear about this?"

"Well, Uncle Chen probably doesn't know, but Aunt Chen should know something."

After that, Luke took out his phone.

"Lilith, help me look up the information of Xu Shangqi, the nephew of Aunt Chen."

"Okay, boss."

After making the arrangements, Luke continued to drink tea and chat with Old Mouse.

He quite likes the little turtles and the old mouse.

The little turtles are kind and simple, and the old mouse seems steady and mature, but he is actually very simple as well.

His usual calm appearance is just to establish an image in the eyes of the little turtles.

Old Mouse has his own strange opinions on many things.

The more complicated a person's mind is, the more he or she likes simple people like this.

It was almost noon when Jonathan arrived.

This took Luke by surprise.

"Isn't the mission going smoothly?"

Jonathan smiled and gave Luke a hug.

"Indeed, it went very smoothly. Thank you."

He sat down on the sofa and poured Jonathan a glass of wine.

"Have you sorted out your retirement?"

Jonathan took the glass and took a sip.

"Yes, oh, only here can I drink good wine."

Luke smiled and poured him more.

“Winston should have some too, right?”

"This guy can't bear to part with his good wine."

After that, Jonathan took out a metal object from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it to Luke.

Luke didn't take it, but just looked at Jonathan curiously.

"This is?"

"My blood contract."

Luke waved his hand.

"That's not what I mean by helping you."

But Jonathan's expression was more serious.

"This is certified by the Continental Hotel. I asked for it. So you have to accept it."

Luke picked up the round metal object and opened it, revealing Jonathan's fingerprints.

After looking at it for a long time and finding nothing surprising, Luke put the blood contract back on the table.

"I can make a request of you with this thing?"

Jonathan nodded.

"But when using it, you need the witness of a mainland hotel."

Luke thought for a moment and was about to speak when Jonathan said:

"Don't be so anxious, just find me when you need me."

Luke smiled and asked him back.

“Planning to retire in New York?”

Jonathan nodded.

"Yes, Helen likes that school..."

“What are you going to do after you retire?”

Jonathan shook his head.

"I don't know yet. Let's take a rest for a while."

Luke nodded.

"New York has bad feng shui. It's best not to live there permanently."

Jonathan smiled helplessly.

"But Helen..."

"Call Winston. I want to use this blood contract."

Jonathan was stunned for a moment, thinking Luke was joking.

"Are you serious?"

Luke nodded.

"Don't worry, a good teacher like Helen will be welcomed everywhere. But New York is really not suitable for your retirement life."

Afterwards, Luke tried his best to sell Paradise Town to Jonathan.

"This is the town our family built. It's picturesque and very suitable for retirement. Even I want to go there when I retire..."

Luke was talking to Jonathan until his mouth was dry and dry. After a while, someone came.

It's a staff member of the Continental Hotel.

"Hello, Mr. Dutton, I am here to bear witness for you and Mr. Jonathan Wicker."

"What is your request?"

"Let him live in Paradise, Montana for three years. After three years, if you don't want to stay there, you can leave at will."

"Okay, I've written it down. Mr. Wicker, what's your answer?"

Jonathan knew that Luke meant well, so he agreed readily.

If an ordinary person could get a killer's blood contract, he would treasure it and use it as a killer weapon in the future.

But Luke used it as a joke.

It hasn't been more than half a day since I got it.

Originally, Luke helped Jonathan just as a friend.

Unexpectedly, Jonathan was a very particular person and personally delivered the certified blood contract.

As for friends, only when we give to each other can we have a lasting friendship.

Jonathan, a meticulous person, knew that Luke had helped him many times, and his job was not to help Luke in any way.

After careful consideration, he gave Luke this blood contract.

But Luke didn't need it.

If Jonathan wants to retire, then let him retire completely and never have anything to do with the past again.

Let him move out by force with this blood contract.

After seeing off the witnesses from the mainland hotel, neither of them said anything.

"Come on, I'll take you there and arrange a house for you first."

"Don't bother. I can go check it out myself."

However, Luke gave a mysterious smile.

"You might not have a very good experience if you go by yourself."

Jonathan was stunned for a moment and looked at Luke suspiciously.

Luke didn't answer.

The private plane soon landed at the airport in Paradise Town.

That’s right, Paradise has its own airport.

It was Leon who came to pick up Luke.

He is now Old John's butler.

After all these years, this guy still likes those round sunglasses.

"Hey, Luke, welcome back."

Luke introduced the two to each other, then got in the car and drove to the town.

Along the way, Leon introduced Jonathan to the town and the surrounding customs and practices.

Once they entered the town, Jonathan understood what Luke had said before.

The town is divided into two areas with this interstate highway as its main road.

On one side are purely Western-style buildings, with wooden houses and slate floors.

The other side looks like a normal modern town.

Lyon explained to him that the original inhabitants of the town were all in that area with a primitive Western look.

The modernized area was later developed into a commercial street.

Jonathan nodded.

Generally speaking, small towns in the United States are quite xenophobic. If it weren't for Luke's arrangements, he might not be able to experience the characteristics of a small town.

There were more than a thousand original inhabitants of the town, and nearly a thousand people came later.

Therefore, the town is still very lively.

Instead of going to Old John's, Luke went to his own estate.

"Leon, Matilda should have graduated, right?"

"Yes, she works in the town government."

Luke asked Leon as he saw that his hands were bare and without a ring.

"You're not married?"

"Yes."

Leon sighed.

"I'm an old man now, and I don't want her to waste her youth on me, but she's very persistent..."

"After all these years, she is still willing to follow you. This shows that this is not gratitude, but true love."

"I don't know... I... never mind. Maybe she'll change her mind when she meets someone better."

Luke patted Leon's shoulder.

"Follow your heart, Leon. Matilda is not the kind of person who changes her mind easily. You should think about it carefully."

"Okay, I'll talk to her sometime."

Leon sent Luke to the manor and went back.

After dinner, Luke drove Jonathan to the town center.

In the bar, people kept greeting Luke from the moment he walked in.

This is the favorite place of the townspeople.

The bar is huge, with a drinking area in the front and a boxing gym in the back.

This is one of the places where the town residents resolve conflicts.

The bartender here is Callum Lynch's father. (For details, please see Chapter 427)

He is also the leader of the group of old assassins who stayed here to retire.

These old assassins also use this boxing gym to train their younger generations.

When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, these veteran assassins are very experienced, so they can subdue anyone who wants to cause trouble.

"Two beers, Joseph."

"Luke, this is your friend?"

"Yes. Jonathan. Jonathan Wick."

Joseph reached out and shook Jonathan's hand.

"This drink is on me."

"Thank you."

Although the bar and boxing gym are next to each other, the sound insulation is very good.

Today's game is playing on the TV in the bar.

Luke asked Joseph.

"Who is settling their grudge with whom today?"

"Oh, a kid from outside, competing with old Bill."

"What contradiction?"

"That boy didn't know better. Seeing that Beatrice was a single mother, he wanted to take advantage of her. Old Bill couldn't stand it and started a dispute."

Luke nodded.

Jonathan was also stunned.

"Beatrice?"

It was he who escorted Beatrice all the way to seek revenge, how could he forget it?

The scene of Beatrice wielding the saber that Luke gave her and killing the Japanese gangsters until a river of blood flowed seemed to be vivid in his mind.

"Beatrice is so popular?"

Joseph laughed.

"She is an accountant in the town. She often helps the residents file their taxes, saving them a lot of money. Do you think she is popular?"

Jonathan nodded.

Generally, accountants charge for doing this kind of personal tax declaration.

Beatrice helps the town residents file their taxes for free. She is truly a great philanthropist.

However, this was too inconsistent with the scene of her chopping people with a saber, so Jonathan still wanted to see how Beatrice was doing now.

Luke smiled at his sidelong gaze and asked Joseph:

"Beatrice is behind here too, right?"

Joseph nodded.

"of course."

So Luke drank the beer in his hand and gestured to Jonathan.

Jonathan also finished the beer in his hand, and then walked to the back with Luke.

After walking through a wide corridor and pushing open the heavy door, I heard a loud noise coming from the boxing gym.

Although Old Bill is called Old Bill, he is actually only in his forties.

It's the old cowboy here.

The outsider in the boxing ring looked very strong, but he kept dodging the blows from old Bill.

The space in the boxing ring is limited, and dodging is not a good idea.

In the end, Old Bill found an opportunity and knocked him out with one punch.

The vast majority of people present were "locals" of the town, and outsiders were just there to watch the fun.

The referee turned out to be Dalton Smith.

Dalton runs a restaurant in the small town. Given Donna's figure and looks, he often beats up harassers.

Therefore, the locals in the town asked him to be a referee, who could stop those impulsive people at the critical moment...

Luke looked at the cheering crowd below the stage and, sure enough, there was Donna holding a one-year-old child, cheering with her hands raised.

Next to her is Beatrice...

Beatrice is much quieter now than before.

She had her blonde hair straightened and tied up behind her head, and she wore glasses.

With this temperament, she is definitely a white-collar woman and an elite person, nothing like the disheveled killer she used to be.

Next, we saw the scene where Old Bill confessed his love to Beatrice in the boxing ring.

But Beatrice tactfully declined Old Bill's confession, saying that she already had someone she liked.

Although Old Bill was disappointed, his victory in the boxing ring was enough for him to brag about for a while.

Jonathan asked Luke curiously.

“Is this the way conflicts are resolved in small towns?”

Luke nodded.

“Most of them used to be local residents of the town, but now they are local residents and outsiders.”

Beatrice's perception was still sharp. She noticed someone looking at her in the corner and glanced at him calmly.

Then she stood up and walked over in surprise.

Gave Luke and Jonathan a big hug.

"Why are you here?"

Luke pointed at Jonathan.

"This guy is about to retire. I asked him to come and see this place. I plan to let him retire here."

"Wow, Jonathan, welcome to Paradise."

After the game, the audience did not leave but continued to drink and chat.

You are not allowed to drink or eat before the game starts, but only after the game ends.

Everyone was still discussing the game and town gossip in their respective seats.

Donna saw Beatrice leaving, spotted Luke, and followed over.

"Hey, Luke, how come you have time to come back?"

"A friend of mine is about to retire, so I brought him to see her. Is this your daughter?"

"Yes."

Then he turned the child to Luke and taught her to say:

"Lindsay, this is Uncle Luke."

The child smiled politely.

Dalton quickly changed out of his referee uniform and came out.

After saying hello to Luke and chatting for a few minutes, I took Donna back.

This guy has a beautiful wife, a son and a daughter...he lives a very comfortable life.

After leaving the bar, I ran into Charlie Swan who was off work.

"Hey, Charlie."

"Luke? Why are you back?"

"Take a friend to see this place, he's retiring."

"welcome."

"Charlie, you don't look well."

"Reneisme is too active and doesn't sleep all day. Bella and Edward can't keep an eye on her."

"So you're still drinking?"

"The women in the house are all with her now, and Carlisle and I happened to have an appointment to have a drink after get off work."

"Carlisle isn't in there. He probably hasn't gotten off work yet."

"I'll go wait for him inside."

Luke then told Jonathan about Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his family.

On the way back, Jonathan asked Luke curiously.

"Where did you get all these strange people?"

It was clear that Jonathan sensed that there was something a little different about many people in the town.

Luke just smiled.

“Birds of a feather flock together.”

Suddenly, Luke slammed on the brakes.

"Hey, Luke, don't drive so fast at this time of night."

"Hey, old cowboy, why aren't you off work this late? Wait, this isn't your way home... Did you go to the Langfords'?"

The old cowboy, sitting on his horse, shrugged.

"We are all normal people... Isn't it normal to have some needs..."

Luke gave him a thumbs-up.

"Marry her sooner rather than being a scumbag at such an old age."

"Haha, we're just the same. Come on, I'm going to the bar for a drink."