Super Detective in the Fictional World

Who would want to share the fruits of victory with these vicious bloodsuckers? However, he had no choice.

He needed these people to stop Dr. Pym from taking back control of the company, and he needed a lot of research funding to keep the company going.

After all these years, he was no longer able to helm the project on his own.

It was a good thing that Darren was Dr. Pym’s student, and he was the one who had to be in charge of R&D. Otherwise, these greedy guys would’ve kicked him out long ago.

As they whispered to each other, the yacht sailed some distance out of the way of frequent yacht routes before it dropped anchor.

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Suddenly, a long and drawn-out chime rang out in the lounge on the top floor of the yacht.

Everybody who was chatting paused and looked in the direction of the sound.

A white-haired old man in a black suit was already sitting at the head of the table. He looked around and nodded with a smile. “Everyone, long time no see. Please take a seat.”

Everybody was very calm. They were already used to the bigshot’s unpredictable appearance. They smiled in response and took their seats.

There was no need to designate seats. Everybody present knew what to do.

Those with higher statuses were closer to the front, and nobody bothered with who got priority when they were on the same level – nobody was stupid enough to quarrel here.

Although the bigshot who sold everything was very polite, he didn’t like trouble.

That was just how exclusive the bigshot’s business was.

Most of the people who talked nonsense with him during negotiations didn’t even get the chance to salvage the situation before he canceled the deal.

Darren sat at the back of the long conference table with the senator.

This made him realize that the senator’s power here was only below average.

Based on what he knew of the senator’s background, Darren had a clear understanding of the class of this circle.

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Thus, Luke easily beat Darren three times.

Actually, after winning twice, he could already learn all of Darren’s abilities.

But recalling how the guy was bright red in the system, Luke beat him again.

If Darren didn’t do anything bad, he would only suffer a few injuries at most.

If he did something bad, he might die from minor injuries!

The Pym Particle technology came from Dr. Pym. If Luke could screw Darren over, he could be considered to be doing Dr. Pym a good turn.

Whether Dr. Pym was aware of it or not was not important.

Luke just wanted peace of mind.

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Getting off the yacht, Darren watched the bigshots leave, and ambition welled up in his heart. Just you wait! It won’t be long before I stand above all of you!

The senator patted his shoulder and gestured for him to get into the limo.

Darren had come with him tonight. He had to send Darren back, and also verify how the Pym Particle was coming along.

Soon, the limo started up, drove away from the dock, and headed downtown.

After confirming that there were no cars, the driver turned left across two lanes.

Just as he turned left, a dump truck came up from a side road not far behind them.

The exhausted truck driver yawned and reached for his coffee cup.

The driver had been working overtime a lot in San Francisco recently, and was very tired.

However, the Bat Squad and Tony’s foundation offered pretty high overtime pay, so the driver was unwilling to rest and could only drink coffee.

In the end, he reached out and knocked the coffee cup askew.

He subconsciously turned his head, only to see that the cup was leaning to one side – just a little more, and the coffee would spill.

The cup of hot coffee he had just bought might spill all over the driver’s seat.

Without thinking, the driver leaned forward to grab the coffee cup, and he cried out in pain as he was scalded by the small amount of coffee that spilled out.

He jerked at the pain and accidentally pressed down on the gas pedal.