Summer caught up with Bruce, "Bruce, wait."
As expected, Bruce stopped and said calmly, "Ms. Summer, what do you want?"
He was calm and indifferent. Summer didn't beat around the bush and asked, "Why are you here?"
Bruce said casually, "It's a coincidence."
"Do you think I believe that?" Summer blocked Bruce's path. Bruce was about to leave, but he could only look up at her. Bruce sneered, "Kate is going abroad for medical treatment. She doesn't need me anymore."
Summer was a little surprised. Did Bruce mean that Kate abandoned him? She knew that Bruce had feelings for Kate, but Kate's attitude towards Bruce was complicated. Although Kate treated Bruce differently, would the arrogant Kate like Bruce?
Summer could tell that Bruce was reluctant to talk about Kate, so Summer did not ask any further. She pretended to be casual and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Does that matter?" Bruce sneered, and he was filled with the degage aura of prodigals. Somehow, Summer suddenly felt that Bruce did not look like a killer. Summer nodded and suggested, "That's it. You helped me today. I'd like to treat you a meal."
Summer just wanted to get some information from Bruce. Although Bruce might not agree, it didn't matter. She didn't care if he refused.
To Summer's surprise, Bruce nodded and said naturally, "OK."
Summer was somewhat puzzled by his reaction. There was a barbecue shop in the neighborhood. Bruce wasn't picky and followed her into the barbecue shop.
After the waiter gave them the menu, Bruce ordered a lot of dishes. The food in the barbecue shop was cheap, and it didn't cost much for them to order a lot.
The way Bruce ate was not that elegant, but he looked refined enough.
Summer stared at him for a while and couldn't help but laugh, "The killers in the TV series seem to be tough and rude guys who don't care what they look like when they eat."
Bruce took a sip of beer and cast a glance at Summer, "Ignorant."
Summer was stuck for words for a moment.
'Forget it. Don't argue with him. He has helped me and I want to get some information from him.
"I haven't seen the killers in real life and TV is the only channel for me to know guys like you." Summer leaned back and looked innocent.
Bruce sneered. Then he lowered his voice and whispered to her ear, "The last deal I took was to be a Chinese teacher in a middle school. I taught for two years before I found the opportunity to complete the deal."
Bruce didn't seem to be a person to trifle with even when he made small talks. And now he was talking about a deal in such a calm voice, Summer felt a chill running down her spine.
Bruce was a killer, but he could also be a teacher in a middle school! He taught for two years and no one noticed that.
In order to kill someone, he had disguised for two whole years! What made Summer even more surprised was that Bruce even qualified as a Chinese teacher! A PE teacher would be more suitable...
Perhaps Summer was showing her surprise too obvious, Bruce twitched his lips and made an expression that hardly looked like a smile. "I know no less than Leonardo."
Now, Summer was the one that pulled a wry face.
She lowered her head, held a stick, poked at a piece of tofu in the bowl and didn't say anything. Suddenly, she recalled something and looked up at Bruce.
Noticing her serious expression, Bruce frowned, "You bring up this topic yourself. Don't worry. I have nothing against you and will not attack you."
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