Chapter 2154: Side Story: Party Experience 7

Thinking about it, it was possible that it was because Max had made some money that she had jumped into the ocean to escape - the money was the profits she had made from the desserts for the yacht party.

Max was both talented and interested in making cakes.

She and Luke had made too many cupcakes together. Most of the time, however, she yelled for God and had to withdraw. Still, Luke would later make up for it in an 'equivalent exchange' by stuffing her consciousness with lots of typical dessert-making techniques.

This was a long process and was built on the basics. In essence, it was no different from Max studying skills seriously for more than ten years.

Among the bad guys whom Luke had killed, there were hundreds who had the abilities of a dessert chef, and it was even harder to count the number of people who had one or two 'secret techniques.'

These techniques all combined to become an Elementary Dessert Chef ability.

Max, who had been 'absorbing' this Elementary ability for years, could definitely go to a first-class restaurant to become a dessert chef.

Although she couldn't make any money because she was cursed by some god of poverty, more and more people specially looked for her now to make dessert for dinner parties.

Ordinary American families would occasionally fork out money to hire a third-rate chef during the holidays; a professional dessert chef was unnecessary and unaffordable for them.

Custom-made desserts and flashy live demonstrations cost over 1,000 dollars each time.

For the sake of money, Max would carry out some live demonstrations.

Of course, wearing a proper chef's uniform and accepting everyone's praise on her performance were some of the many 'insignificant' reasons she did it.

Today, her services and live demo were initially meant to happen at a villa hundreds of meters away.

In the end, some of the party hosts, made up of a bunch of rich kids, had a thought, and decided to go out to sea and have some fun on a yacht.

Max didn't even need to think to know that these guys definitely wanted to get high.

She had quit for many years, and it had nothing to do with her.

Luke had injected her with a lot of Life 1 over the years. In his spare time, he personally taught her how to dislocate limb joints.

Max could cripple ten of these non-superpowered rich kids without breaking a sweat.

If she ran into a superhuman, the nano chest armor which Luke had given her would protect her for a while.

There clearly wasn't anyone powerful on the yacht. At the very least, Max hadn't been attacked, or the nanoarmor would have automatically activated when it sensed danger, and would have taken her away while sending Luke an alert notification.

It was only then that Luke remembered the 'supporting character.' "Where's Caroline?"

Given how Max hadn't called for help when she got ashore, it was impossible for Caroline to be on the yacht.

But... hadn't this once-rich socialite also participated in fancy parties like this one before?

Even though Caroline's culinary talent was as mediocre as her chest, she knew the rules, unspoken and not, of upper-class society.

She also loved to perform, and was very good at talking. Even if Max only displayed 30% of her craft, Caroline could talk it up to dazzling heights.

Conversely, without Max around to demonstrate her skills, Caroline would be missing the most critical 'hardware component' to show off.

Thus, she was usually near Max at parties like this one.

Holding Luke with both hands, Max felt the strong sea breeze on her face. She simply said loudly, "She's in charge of serving and explaining what the finished desserts are at the villa."

Luke was speechless. Fine, Caroline was actually quite pitiful.

Putting the rich kids' behavior aside, Max could go on a yacht to show off her skills as a 'celebrity,' while Caroline could only look after the 'stall.' No matter how Luke looked at it, Caroline seemed like the odd-jobber.

But since that was the case, he could only take Max with him to settle things before they went to look for Caroline.

Thinking that, Luke steered the jet ski a kilometer east and found the yacht.

The three-level yacht was more than 20 meters long, and cheering could be heard every now and then.

With his eyesight, Luke could see a few topless young girls with wine glasses dancing among the men and occasionally feeding them the wine.

These brats were having fun. Luke smiled coldly.

The jet ski swung around and drifted ten meters parallel to the yacht before stopping at the back.

Taking advantage of the inertia, Luke grabbed Max and jumped over the guardrail to land lightly on the deck of the yacht.

Max was so startled by the sense of weightlessness that she whimpered as she bit on the towel which covered her face. This was too stimulating. Who could take it?

Two bodyguards in black T-shirts were drinking beer and chatting on the aft deck.

They were envious of how much fun their boss's son was having, but apart from talking about it, they couldn't do anything else.

What was even worse was that they had to face the dark ocean here, in case some guests went crazy after getting high and wanted to go for a swim.

They couldn't even look at the models and college girls on the front deck.

It wasn't until Max's muffled whine caught their attention that they looked over and met Luke and Max's eyes.

One of the bodyguards reacted quickly and said, "Hey, this is a private yacht. Where did you come from?"

That being said, they weren't very vigilant.

Although Luke wasn't dressed too extravagantly, the bodyguards who had hung around those rich kids for a long time could tell at a glance that he wasn't some common person.

Max? Not only was she wrapped in a big beach towel, her face was also covered. She looked like some rich socialite who was scared of being photographed after fooling around.

Besides, nothing had happened here all this time, and they hadn't paid attention to what was happening under the aft deck when they were talking smack; they thought that Luke and Max had come down from the front, and were now climbing back up.

Luke looked at the system interface. Hm, fortunately, these two were red in the system. They hadn't committed any big crime, but there was no need for Luke to be polite.

Putting Max down unhurriedly and making sure that she was steady on her feet, he then walked over to the two bodyguards.

"Be careful. He doesn't look like a guest." Sensing that something wasn't right, the bodyguard at the back warned his partner and reached for his waist to pull out a collapsible baton.

Hearing that, the bodyguard in the front reached for his waist.

The moment his hand touched the baton, Luke raised his left hand and slapped his face.

Pa!

In Luke's eyes, the bodyguard's face rippled under the force, before it slowly twisted to the side and his body spun 720 degrees.

The guy swayed on the spot with lifeless eyes, before he collapsed on the deck with a bang.

The more vigilant bodyguard behind him was shocked. He brandished the baton as he stepped back. At the same time, he opened his mouth to shout a warning. "Intru..."

In the blink of an eye, Luke was already standing in front of him.