Super Detective in the Fictional World

was a district with decrepit buildings and a problematic community.
There was no telling how many crimes had happened here, nor was it possible to investigate all of them.

Looking at the environment, Luke was abruptly struck by an idea: Should he start his career as a vigilante here?

L.A.’s crime rate had always been high.
It was one of America’s cities of sin.

The Hollywood district where Luke was stationed was the territory of the rich, so it was safer there.
The civilian neighborhoods south of USC, however, weren’t as peaceful.

But that was a good thing for Luke.
His mood picked up.

He looked out the window greedily, as if he were looking at a garden full of fruits.

Elsa and Luke roamed the streets.
At noon, Luke said, “Let’s go.
That’s enough for today.
I’ll buy you lunch.”

Elsa found that odd.
“Why?”

Luke went with a believable excuse.
“Because I’m happy I met my uncle.”

Elsa was suspicious.
“Are you that close to your uncle?”

Luke chuckled.
“Well, he’s my goal.
One day, I’ll turn down whatever’s not to my taste, just like him.”

Elsa agreed with him.
“That’s true.
Your uncle’s a top specialist in the country.
You have one more person who’s got your back.” She stopped, or else it would sound like she was jealous of Luke.

Luke didn’t really care.
Who was his true patron? Tony Stark, of course!

How could he have transferred to LAPD if it wasn’t for Tony Stark?

Who would dare investigate him? If they found out that it was Tony Stark who sent Luke here, would they have the courage to arrest him?

Soon, Elsa drove to the destination on Luke’s map.
She was suspicious.
“Is there good food here?”

Luke picked up the phone and tapped the navigation bar, and a gentle female voice said, “Destination: Home Taste Tea House, a one-star Michelin restaurant.”

Elsa was reassured after hearing that it was a Michelin restaurant.

Even though the food might not be to her taste, its quality was guaranteed.

Elsa was quite unused to the hustle and bustle when they entered the place.

Unlike most American restaurants that were usually quieter, the customers in the tea house didn’t bother keeping their voices down.

Since there were a lot of people in the place, it was rather noisy.