Chapter 937 - Hell’s Kitchen Reopens, and Keeping an Eye on the Ingredients

Chapter 937: Hell's Kitchen Reopens, and Keeping an Eye on the Ingredients

Luke was amused. "Long time no see, Bell. How've you been this year?"

The driver was Bell, the racing queen whom he had met when he first came to New York.

Luke had been using her Elementary Driving all this time, which was especially suitable for city pursuit.

Bell was also delighted. "Not bad. Are you here on a business trip again?"

As she spoke, she kept looking at him in the rearview mirror.

Thankfully, Luke had asked for a speed of no more than 50 km an hour, which was like driving a toy car for Bell.

Luke smiled again and took out his second personal number.

Putting the card in the cash tray, he said, "I've been transferred to NYPD. You can call me if you need anything."

Bell exclaimed, "Oh my god, you transferred to New York? When was that? Why didn't you contact me? I didn't change my number…"

Luke quickly interrupted her. "It happened not long ago. I just got settled in. It hasn't even been a few days since I started work."

Bell stopped nagging.

Work was always the most important thing.

Why did she have such a good impression of Luke? It was all because he was young, handsome, and generous.

They had just met, and he had already paid a fare of 100 dollars before catching up with her.

How could Bell not be happy with money and to chat with an old friend?

Delighted, Bell drove even slower.

Otherwise, with her driving skills and the car's performance, she could reach Clinton in ten minutes.

"Why are you going to Hell's Kitchen?" After chatting for a while, she finally remembered this point.

Luke said, "My new place is there."

Bell's hands couldn't help but jerk, and the steady car shook. "What? Why are you living in such a crappy place? Hey, if you don't have the money, you can come to our place. The lease for the single unit is about to run out, and I can ask Jesse to delay the rental payment for two months…"

Luke could only appreciate her enthusiasm. "Bell, I just gave you 100 bucks for the ride."

Stunned for a moment, Bell couldn't help but slap her forehead. "Fine, I'm an idiot. You probably don't lack money, or you would've taken the subway or the bus."

Luke said, "But thank you for your concern. I live in a nice place. Don't worry, I'm a police officer."

Bell's expression changed when she heard the second half of his words. "Hey, it's because you're a police officer that I think it's dangerous for you to live there! The Irish, Russians, Mexicans, and bikers there aren't friendly to you cops. The patrol officers don't even dare enter Hell's Kitchen at night."

Luke tilted his head and thought for a moment.

The Irish gang? It seemed they had been crippled.

The Russian mob? They were basically gone after the explosions.

The Mexican cartel? Luke still had more than two tons of goods in his inventory from the Angel of Death, and he had to find the time to throw them into the ocean.

Biker gangs? He hadn't seen them recently.

"Bell, your intelligence needs to be updated," he teased.

Bell was stunned. "About what?"

Luke pointed at himself. "I have insider information. The people you mentioned have all disappeared."

Frowning, Bell thought for a moment and said, "That's right. I forgot that a lot of gangsters died there recently. The gangs in Brooklyn and Queens are all talking about it."

Luke asked, "Oh? Are they planning to enter Hell's Kitchen?"

If that was the case, that would be great, he thought to himself.

Bell shook her head. "No. They said that thousands of gang members died there recently, that Hell's Kitchen has reopened and the ingredients are gang members. Only a lunatic would dare enter. I reckon if they want to enter, it'll have to be together in tens of thousands."

Luke smiled.

That was true.

As the chef, he had to be cautious and conscientious. Stewing and stir-frying in turn, he had to do his best to turn these chives into experience and credit points.

As they talked, the car arrived.

Even though Bell deliberately slowed down, she was still much faster than a regular cab driver.

"Call me when you need a car, okay?" Bell gestured at him.

Luke made an OK gesture. "Don't worry. I'll definitely call you if I have extra pay."

Bell rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but laugh. That was the best thing about talking to smart people.

Looking at Luke's back, she said, "Come over for dinner in a few days. Jesse misses you too."

Luke simply waved his hand, but he mumbled to himself, "Jesse? What if he thinks that I'm here to steal his sweetheart?"

That would indeed be a test of his mental fortitude.

When he arrived at the law firm, it was still very lively, but the long queue from a few days ago had disappeared.

When Luke entered, a young African-American girl was running around with all sorts of files and documents in her hands, chattering non-stop to the clients in the office.

The girl was the first to notice Luke. She stopped working and jogged over. "Are you here to apply for the community service? Come with me."

Stunned for a moment, Luke shook his head with a smile. "I'm here for Foggy and Matt."

The girl didn't stop. She simply turned around and said, "Only Mr. Foggy is here. Mr. Matt isn't here today."

Luke gave an "oh." He had expected that answer.

If Lawyer Matt was a little stronger, he should be at home now licking his wounds.

If he was a little more careful, he might still be hiding in Luke's safe house.

"Then I'll go find Foggy," he said casually and walked to his office.

The girl quickly said, "Wait, Mr. Foggy is very busy. You have to wait in line if you want to talk to him."

She quickly looked at the dozen people in the office.

Luke was amused. "But I'm not here on business."

The girl said helplessly, "You still have to line up, or else…"

Listening to their conversation, the people in the room glared, as if wary of their competitors.

There would always be people fighting over whatever was free. Luke chuckled inwardly.

He said, "Then can I look for Karen?"

The girl said, "Okay, I'll call her for you." She then ran into the office.

Soon, Karen walked out and greeted him with a smile. "Luke, you're here?"

Luke nodded. "I'm here to check on the situation."

Karen nodded quickly. "Let's talk inside. It so happens that Foggy's looking for you."

This time, the people in the room didn't react as much.

Although Karen was only the receptionist here, she actually served as the secretary.

A lot of the applications had to go through her, and nobody wanted to mess with her.