In a black Ford Explorer.

Little Black drove, while Luke sat in the passenger seat, daydreaming.

A familiar voice echoed in his head, "Congratulations to the host for cracking the 'False Testimony Case,' successfully catching four suspects, reward ten lottery chances."

The case wasn't complex, and the reward was only ten lottery chances.

Luke decided to try his luck with the lottery anyway; he might draw a card with new features.

The lottery interface appeared in his mind.

Lottery!

The pointer stopped, one thousand US dollars...

After ten draws, he won two Pistol Cards and eight thousand US dollars.

The winning rate had soared to twenty percent, much higher than before.

Lucky day today.

The system warehouse now contained 11 Reserve Cards and a reserve of 53,000 US dollars.

Adventure Cards, 3.

Accuracy Cards, 2.

Bullet-Proof Cards, 2.

Pistol Cards, 2.

Detection Card, 1.

Identification Card, 1.

In addition, he had invested 35,000 US dollars in the stock market and had over a thousand US dollars in cash.

Several days had passed, but the stock price hadn't changed much.

Luke felt he guessed right, the liquidity in the stock market might be small.

However, he wasn't planning to withdraw anytime soon. The US stock market still had potential; even if it didn't make big money, it could still outpace inflation.

At the same time, he needed to find new ways to monetize.

Seeing Luke zoning out, Little Black couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

Luke replied nonchalantly, "Why say the Harley is my baby? If I didn't know you, I'd think you had some special fetish."

Little Black was a bit incredulous, "Is that really what you were pondering just now?"

"What else?"

"What's there to think about? The Mercedes G500 is your big baby, and the Harley is your little baby, right? Many men dream of owning what you have. If I could have one of them, I'd be ecstatic."

"You're not doing bad earnings-wise either; buying a Harley would be a breeze for you."

"I'm saving up, planning to buy my big baby," Little Black said, his smile brimming with pride.

"Cadillac Escalade?"

"Exactly, isn't it cool?"

"As long as you like it," Luke said, not particularly interested in the so-called King of Wash.

Twenty minutes later, they stopped near Hammer's repair shop.

Pulling the handbrake, Little Black said, "Hey, buddy, I've got to be clear about something before we go in.

This repair shop is run by a friend of mine, it's a legitimate business.

Your Harley wasn't stolen by him, nor did he knowingly receive stolen goods. Someone asked him to keep it here for modifications.

He notified me the moment he received my message. He's a great guy, so... I hope we can settle this issue fairly without causing him too much trouble."

"Of course, I know what to do, I'll handle it properly," Luke assured.

Luke knew Little Black managed his network of informants well, which was why they provided him with information. Little Black might be unreliable in other aspects, but he was good to his friends, with high levels of affinity.

He didn't want to ruin Little Black's reputation. Once the word of mouth goes sour, Little Black's network would break, making it difficult for him to get more information and clues in the future.

Little Black was his underling now, so naturally, he wouldn't ruin his own fishing grounds.

Following Little Black's lead, they entered the repair shop, where they were greeted by a black man wearing a headwrap who looked to be in his thirties and wore a baseball shirt that was clearly one size too large.

This outfit screamed gang member, not a chance it was a legitimate business, Luke thought.

Of course, the world wasn't just black and white. As long as it didn't affect Luke's interests or involve serious crimes, he wasn't inclined to interfere.

It was too much to handle anyway.

Little Black and the repair shop owner greeted each other with a wrist-grasping handshake, then pulled each other into a hug, bumping shoulders, and patting each other on the back with their other hand.

Little Black introduced, "This is Detective Chief Luke, my partner," and pointing at the black man, he added, "This is Pier, my good brother."

Pier extended his right hand, "Detective Chief Luke, as Marcus's friend, you are my friend. Welcome."

"Thank you," Luke shook his hand as a gesture of courtesy.

Little Black laughed, "Now that we all know each other, let's go see the lovely little Harley baby."

Behind the repair shop was a large yard filled with various cars and motorcycles, some being repaired, others just sitting idle.

Under Pier's guidance, they went to the east side of the yard, where a Harley Fat Boy was placed against the wall.

However, upon seeing it, Luke almost didn't recognize his bike.

The Harley Fat Boy had been modified from top to bottom.

From the looks of it, the lights, seat, exhaust – all the parts had been changed to new ones.

Luke tried sitting on it, finding the new seat comfortable and made of genuine leather, softer and more elastic than before.

"Why did you modify the Harley?"

Pier spread his hands, "It was the thief's request. He brought the bike to me for modifications. At first, I didn't know the bike was stolen. Then I heard from Marcus... but by that time, the bike was already changed.

Sorry for not asking for your permission."

Luke asked further, "What modifications were made to the bike?"

"Xenon headlights, anti-theft device, GPS mount, seat, exhaust, mudguard, meltdown tires, heated grips, trunk, and more.

Additionally, the new bumper hasn't arrived yet. Once it's delivered, it can be installed, and then the bike will look even more beautiful.

I guarantee this bike will be even better than before."

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