[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-super-detective-in-the-fictional-world":3,"chapter-super-detective-in-the-fictional-world-super-detective-in-the-fictional-world-chapter-1180":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Super Detective in the Fictional World",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1483198,1930,"Chapter 1180 - V Clears the Scene, and the Fruit of Love","super-detective-in-the-fictional-world-chapter-1180",1180,"\u003Cp>Translator:Henyee TranslationsEditor:Henyee Translations\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Wade currently looked like a mutant Shar Pei dog… or a rotten avocado?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Wade remained in hiding, and only followed his girlfriend stealthily as she put up missing posters everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using a rotten avocado to test a woman’s love really would be too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pondering for a moment, Luke said, “Interested in a chat at the bar? It’s on me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade didn’t say anything as he continued looking at the balcony on the third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke was too lazy to say much. He simply took out his phone and aimed it at the avocado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flash and click of the camera woke Wade up. “What are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke said, “If you continue playing dead here, I’ll send your sh*tty face to your girlfriend..”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade said, “I was wrong. Where are we going? Right, I don’t have any money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke glanced at him disdainfully. “Of course you don’t. You stole those clothes, didn’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade said, “How can that be? The guy was the one who felt hot and threw them off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke said, “Tell me the truth.” He raised his phone, as if he was about to send the photo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade instantly chickened out. “To be honest, the guy was getting it on with a girl in an alley, and I picked up his clothes after he took them off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke said, “Stealing is stealing. Why are you trying to save face? Well, in any case, you don’t have any face now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade: “F*ck you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later, a man in a black cloak stepped into Sister Margaret’s bar or whatever, walked unhurriedly through the crowd, sat down at the counter, tapped two fingers and said, “A beer and a fake whiskey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weasel, who was sorting out the drinks in the liquor cabinet, turned his head impatiently. “I don’t sell fake… whiskey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He practically warbled the last word, and it trailed off on a high note. .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nobody laughed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the man in the cloak entered the bar, the noisy crowd went quiet, like someone had pressed the stop button on a radio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke tilted his head. “Another beer, then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying that, he turned to the room at large. “By the time I count to three, anyone who hasn’t gotten up and left won’t have to leave anymore tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he said that, there was a loud bang as 50 to 60 fierce-looking customers stood up and rushed for the door at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the bar, Wade leaned against the wall and looked up at the sky, his mind wandering again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, there was a rumble from the bar entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, the door of the bar was sent flying as a bunch of people poured out like ants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every now and then, a few guys would shout, “Run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s Smiley Face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stumped for a moment, Wade watched the group scatter. A moment later, he turned his head and looked at two unlucky b*stards who had been knocked unconscious in the crowd. He sighed and crouched down, and couldn’t help but stretch out both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later, cursing rang out at the front of the bar. “Assh*les, they’re actually broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re broke, stay home and watch TV! Why the f*ck come to a bar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Weasel trembled as he put down the two bottles of beer. Looking at the smiling mask in front of him, he said with a pained expression, “Your beer…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke flicked his fingers, and something gold shot out at Weasel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weasel subconsciously caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold! This thing was definitely gold. He was very sure of it upon first glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more so when he felt it in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down, only to be horrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Continental gold coin lay quietly in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Smiley Face said unhurriedly, “Is that enough for all the drinks tonight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weasel said with a sullen face, “This… can we switch to cash? Cash is fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke chuckled. “What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pained, Weasel closed his eyes and threw the Continental gold coin into a drawer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Continental gold coin had a verification code.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could be traced for the most part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless it was a transaction between two people, and the person who received the gold coin didn’t use it, it was impossible to hide its tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, Smiley Face had been surrounded by a bunch of hitmen in Swamp Park after the information was sent to Weasel’s phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was even more terrifying was that none of the dozens of hitmen who had waited for the news in his bar appeared again after that; they simply disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, he sold this information to a lot of people to prove that he was just an outsider and not Smiley Face’s accomplice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strange thing was that there was no reaction from the Continental Hotel, as if the dead hitmen had never come at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A number of the mercenaries who had been in the bar earlier more or less knew about this. It was a topic of idle conversation and boasting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also why these people had promptly chickened out the moment Smiley Face appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody wanted to piss off Smiley Face, who had made more than 60 professional veterans disappear. None of these mercenaries wanted to be the next to go missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then here was the problem: Smiley Face had gotten into a fight with hitmen from the Continental Hotel, and they all went missing. Smiley Face had appeared again. So, where did his Continental gold coins come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weasel was smart, and didn’t need anyone to give him a hint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, he wasn’t wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luke had found the gold coins on the hitmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>V had kept too low a profile recently, which wasn’t good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His clone would return to New York soon. At that time, V would be free to come out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a matter of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the High Table finally came round to the idea of sending out hitmen to deal with V, didn’t that just mean more sheep to shear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his clone acting as the ultimate scapegoat, Luke no longer had any qualms about showing off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn’t anything wrong with him pushing for the start of the superhero era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Wade, who was wearing an old secondhand hoodie, walked in and sat down at the counter. He tossed a handful of cash on the counter. “The drinks are on me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of beer and gulped it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Weasel was feeling uneasy, he couldn’t help but say, “It’s 20 dollars per bottle. You only have 27 dollars here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade didn’t think much of it. He pulled down his hood. “Cut the crap. It’s good enough that I gave you money at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Weasel couldn’t help but be stunned, and he subconsciously cried out, “Wade? Aren’t you dead? Damn it, I bet on you in the prize pool. It’s over now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade said, “Even if your son dies, I won’t die. Oh, wait, you don’t have a son at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weasel wasn’t too bothered by his poisonous tongue. He looked at Wade’s face and frowned. “Wow, why do you look like an avocado?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade touched his face carelessly. “Is it that bad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weasel shook his head. “No, it’s more like an avocado was f*cked hard by an even older and uglier avocado, and you’re the fruit of their love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wade didn’t take offense. His only fear was that Vanessa would think he was ugly; who cared what Weasel thought?\u003C\u002Fp>",1275,"2026-06-06T03:36:17.913Z",1,"novelbin.me","4a96140df4979883f28f9de2a6b788da1efc40c74a8d7f7661f9564f5dbf298c","super-detective-in-the-fictional-world-chapter-1181","super-detective-in-the-fictional-world-chapter-1179",2233,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsuper-detective-in-the-fictional-world-cover.jpg"]