Super Detective in the Fictional World

a kid, was licking his lips.

Luke grinned.
“Do you want one too?”

The teenager subconsciously nodded, but instantly realized that wasn’t right, and quickly shook his head.

Luke chuckled and took out another lollipop from his knapsack which he tossed to the boy.
“Why are you so shy? Can’t a man eat candy?”

This big boy couldn’t help catching the lollipop that had been thrown to him.

The people with weird expressions around them had nothing to say.

This guy was calmly eating candy while surrounded by guns.
Who would dare say he wasn’t a man?!

But of course, whether this manly guy would die later, and how miserably, was another matter.

Less than five minutes later, the half-naked young man appeared on another roof and gestured to his fellows.
“Bring him up.”

Only then did the surrounding people quietly disappear into the nearby houses.

Only two young men were left aiming their guns at Luke.
One led the way, and the other grabbed Luke’s knapsack and indicated for him to follow.

Luke wasn’t really bothered.
With his hands in his pockets, he followed them.

There was nothing except some food and candy in the kapsack.

He had put everything else in his inventory before he came here.
The knapsack was just a prop and a feint.

These guys had just taken the knapsack and didn’t search him since he was wearing a close-fitting tank top under a thin, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of light, close-fitting exercise pants.
Even a knife under these clothes would be easy to spot, to say nothing of a gun.

After taking a few turns in the alley, they entered a very narrow yard and climbed a flight of small, steep stairs.
Luke then found himself on a terrace with a shed.

It was still a very plain environment, but there was beer, food, and a cool sea breeze.

Except for the unpleasant smell and the lack of girls and sand, this place could almost be cozy.

A middle-aged man with all kinds of tattoos on his body was sitting in a beach chair.
Behind him were two brawny men holding rifles.

The half-naked young man who had told Luke to come, as well as the other two who had escorted him here, stood behind Luke, also with their guns in their hands.

“What do you want?” the tattooed man asked with no trace of politeness.

Luke said, “I want to ask about someone.”

The tattooed man asked, “Who?”

Luke took out a photo from his pocket and tossed it casually onto the table in front of the man.
“Lisa Feng, a Mexican doctor.”

The tattooed man raised an eyebrow.
He picked up the photo and narrowed his eyes.
“Never seen her.”

Luke hummed and said, “Then thank you for your time.
Goodbye.”

The tattooed man raised his hand, and the guys around him pointed their guns at Luke.
“You don’t seem to know where you are, or who I am!” The man stood up with an M1911 in his hand.
“Now, hand over your money, your credit cards, and their passwords.”

Luke raised an eyebrow.
“Is this… a robbery?”

The man grinned sardonically.
“No, this is teaching you a lesson on how to survive in Rio.”

Luke tilted his head as if in thought.
“Does that mean that you won’t kill me?”

The middle-aged didn’t reply.
He simply made a gesture, and the two young men behind him stepped forward to grab his hands.

Luke sighed.
“You made easy money, yet you still want to rob me.
The local gangs really have no manners!”

Saying that, he stepped toward the tattooed man several meters away.

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