8:00 p.m.
Mezke Bar.
Luke was chatting idly with a few officers while holding his drink.
Luke said, "Jones, is that grey pickup outside your new purchase?"
"That's right, the latest Dodge RAM 1500, with a 6.2-liter Hemi V8 supercharged engine, maximum power of 712 horsepower, coupled with an 8-speed automatic transmission—the handling is, without a doubt, worth owning."
Jones took out his keys and jangled them, "Want to give it a try?"
"Captain Jones, are you doing an advertisement here?" Black joked.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you—time to swap out that sissy car of yours!"
Black "..."
"Ha ha..."
A burst of laughter erupted from everyone.
With a grin that was more forced than genuine, Chen Kelin tugged at the corner of his mouth and walked over to Luke, "Luke, I want to have a word with you."
"Okay." The two stepped aside, and Luke asked, "Is it about Olive Browning?"
"Yes." Chen Kelin nodded, "Let's find a quieter place. I'll buy you a midnight snack."
"Sounds good."
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