Luke did not fully trust his words, rode the Harley for a test drive, and indeed, it felt pretty good; both its performance and comfort level had significantly improved.

"How much did it cost to modify this bike?"

"12,000 US Dollars."

"That expensive?" Luke was somewhat surprised. He had only spent 20,000 US Dollars to buy the motorcycle.

Pier, pointing confidently at the Harley, said, "These parts are all the best, and the workers' skills are also top-notch. It's worth the price. Plus, the previous Harley was just a standard model, but now this one is a privately customised version, super cool."

To tell the truth, Luke too felt that the modifications weren't bad, and his anger simmered down. "Who is the bastard who stole the bike?"

"I don't know, it was my first time seeing him, a white guy, about twenty years old, of average build, wearing a leather jacket. He seemed like a small-time punk. He paid money, so I modified it for him."

"How much did he pay?"

"A 5,000 US Dollar deposit, and he would pay another 7,000 US Dollars when picking up the bike."

"Do you have his photo?"

"No."

"Is there surveillance here?"

"It's impossible to install surveillance in this kind of place; it would affect my business."

Luke counter-asked, "How do you plan to resolve this matter?"

After thinking for a bit, Pier looked towards Marcus sitting to the side. "I told Marcus about this because I trust him, and I listen to him."

Marcus felt touched after hearing this, and fist-bumped Pier, "Thanks for your trust, brother."

Luke nodded, "Marcus, what do you think?"

Marcus was a bit stumped; with his limited brain capacity, he couldn't come up with a good solution. "Ah, you are both my brothers, and I don't want anyone's interests to be compromised. I hope everyone can be happy.

The more friends, the better, right?"

"You're right, I respect your opinion." Luke stood up and patted the Harley. "Leave the bike here for now, continue with the modifications, and when the bike is ready, call that bike thief.

Wait until he pays the remaining modification fees, then we'll call the rookie cop.

The money is yours, the bike is mine, and the thief we'll give to the rookie cop to catch. How does that sound?"

Little Black exclaimed with an exaggerated tone, "Wow, that idea is brilliant, Luke, you are a genius."

The repair shop owner Pier also breathed a sigh of relief. His biggest fear was Luke taking the bike away without seeing the remaining modification payment; it would mean not only working for free but also losing money.

"Thank you, I'm very satisfied with this plan."

"Don't mention it, you're Marcus's friend, which means you're my friend too."

Upon hearing Luke speak so highly of him, Marcus's smile stretched wide, revealing a neat row of twelve pearly white teeth.

Luke wasn't finished yet; he still wanted to sue the bastard who stole the bike. Although he was quite satisfied with the modifications,

he still had not given his permission. He intended to ask for a motorcycle repair compensation fee from the bike thief.

It would start at least at 5,000 US Dollars.

Nobody can just steal my bike that easily.

...

Hope Restaurant.

This was a French restaurant located in the suburbs with both indoor and outdoor dining areas.

Luke and Daisy were sitting in the outdoor dining area.

Next to the dining table was a garden under a sparse moon and stars, with few guests and extra quietude.

They ordered a bottle of red wine, and after taking a sip, Daisy said, relishing the taste, "The ambiance here is nice, perfect for a date."

"If you like it, I'll bring you here often."

Daisy smiled, "Then you'll need to earn a lot of money; it's not cheap to dine here."

Luke said earnestly, "Starting today, I aim to be the most promising detective in America."

"Shouldn't you be a policeman?"

"I think a detective suits me better."

"Are you planning to quit your job to become a detective?"

"Being a detective doesn't necessarily mean I have to quit my job, at least not for now. Maybe when my name gets more renowned, I can consider opening a Detective Agency."

Daisy nodded, "Not a bad idea. I'll be your first client then."

Luke laughed, "I'll give you a fifty percent discount."

"Wow, you're so good to me?"

Luke smiled.

Daisy, with a curious look, changed the subject. "By the way, I heard that Lucas isn't dead, is that true?"

"Have you also seen 'Brazilian Lover'?"

Daisy smiled, "Maybe it's 'Special Forces Spirit'?"

"Are you a fan of Lucas?"

"Don't you think he's handsome?"

Luke felt slightly annoyed, "Handsome or not, I don't know, but he's really quick, less than five minutes."

"Is it appropriate to talk about this on such an occasion? But how did you know?"

"Lucas has been caught, and I was part of the operation. He was playing poker with his wife, and the whole thing didn't last more than ten minutes."

"Wow, that's the first time you've gone into such detail about a case. But it's all useless stuff, my adolescent idol has been ruined by you."

Luke pointed at himself, "You have a new idol now."

"Well, when it comes to playing poker, you are indeed much better than him."

Luke smiled and continued, "How did you know Lucas isn't dead? The police shouldn't have released that information."

Daisy shrugged her shoulders, "A lot of people are following this case, more than you might think.

The police indeed haven't announced it, but the news has already started to leak out. Whether it's deliberately released by the police or dug up by reporters, that's unknown.

So what's the real story with this case? If Lucas isn't dead, then who's the dead person? Is he the murderer?"

Luke thought about the bragging Xiao Hei had done in the car today and spoke mysteriously, "Really want to know?"

"Of course, the case is widely known, almost everyone in our law firm is aware of it, and I'm curious too."

"There are too many people here, come home with me tonight, and I'll tell you in bed."

Daisy wasn't fooled, "Your bed's a bit too hard, I'm not used to it."

Luke caught Daisy's smooth left hand, "We can talk about it on your bed too, I'll get used to it."

Daisy chuckled lightly, "I'll think about it."

Luke winked, "I won't disappoint you."

The two clinked glasses, and Daisy sipped her drink before putting down the glass, "Didn't you say you had something to discuss with me? It's not just about this, is it?"

"No, I want to consult you on some legal matters."

"What happened?"

"My Harley was stolen."

"Your bike was stolen?" Daisy looked surprised.

"That's right."

"When did it happen?"

"A few days ago."

Daisy thought for a moment, "No wonder I didn't see the Harley at your place last time. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not something to be proud of, you understand."

"If the bike's gone, you should have reported it to the police or simply found it yourself. Why come to me?"

Luke took a bite of his juicy, tender steak and slowly said, "The bike was found in a repair shop.

The thief took it there for a makeover, and by the time it was found, it had been changed beyond recognition.

If I catch the thief, I plan to sue him for the repair costs.

What do you think?"

"Of course, it's your right. If you need it, I can be your lawyer and fight for a…" Daisy suddenly understood and laughed, "You're not really interested in starting a Detective Agency. You're playing tricks on me."

"I'm not," Luke wouldn't admit it.

"Then I won't give you a fifty percent discount, at most thirty percent off."

Luke was quite satisfied with that result.

Daisy quickly switched to work mode,

"How much did the Harley cost?"

"Around twenty thousand US dollars."

"How much are you thinking of suing for?"

"Can I ask for five thousand US dollars?"

"No," Daisy frowned slightly, "you're asking for too little."

"How much do you think is appropriate?"

"Thirty thousand US dollars."

Luke thought he misheard, "I only spent twenty thousand dollars on the bike."

"The cost of buying a bike is indeed related to the compensation amount, but it's not absolute.

The issue with the bike thief is not just the theft but selfishly modifying your beloved Harley without permission, causing you great distress. You can demand compensation for emotional damages.

This is priceless."

Luke inwardly thought that he still didn't quite understand America, or perhaps the legal profession.

Too lucrative.

Seeing that Luke hadn't reacted, Daisy wanted to know his thoughts, "What do you think?"

"You lawyers really have dark hearts."

Daisy looked a bit embarrassed, "You don't like this compensation plan?"

"I love it."

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