Return Of The Prodigy
Return of the Prodigy Chapter 200

After a long day of work, Lucas dropped Sandra off at the villa.

"Do you need me to pick you up tomorrow?" he asked.

Sandra was caught by surprise. She asked quizzically, "Are you leaving?"

That's such a stupid question. You're David's mistress. How could I spend the night in the same place as you? Even though I'm childhood friends with him, this just isn't right.

Lucas did not voice his thoughts out loud. He replied jokingly, "I'm a man, so It's only natural I check out the nightlife, right? The night is still young." Sandra nodded half-knowingly. "I see."

What kind of answer was that?

Lucas raised his brow and said impatiently, "I'll come by to pick you up tomorrow. I don't get it. Rabbit has money to burn. Why didn't he get you a car?" Sandra shrugged.

Lucas sighed before waving his hand. "Have an early night. See you." He then stepped on the gas and disappeared into the darkness.

Before long, a Toyota sedan parked by the roadside followed behind him.

When he got to the city, Lucas found a luxurious bar, parked his car, and entered it. The moment he stepped into the bar, he was instantly surrounded by flashing lights. He narrowed his eyes slightly from the glare before he smiled and headed to the bar. He casually tossed his car keys on the table and waved at the bartender. "My man, orange juice please."

The bartender paused briefly and thought he had misheard.

"Sir, did you just ask for orange juice?" He double-checked Lucas' order in disbelief.

Lucas nodded. "If you drink, don't drive. I'm a law-abiding citizen."

The bartender was stumped for words. For a moment, he was puzzled.

What's this guy doing here if he has no intentions of drinking?

The bartender turned to prepare orange juice for Lucas.

Lucas picked up the glass and swirled it a couple of times. He took a small sip as though he was drinking red wine. He proceeded to look at the people partying on the dance floor.

In a sense, the bar was the perfect image of society, since all kinds of people frequented the place. Also, there was a high chance of running into dignitaries and gang leaders alike, so this was the perfect spot for Lucas.

After all, he was not here to hit on women and replace one-night stands, but to collect intel.

Dragon Conglomerate was officially up and running. Since he was supposed to be the boss, he naturally had to replace out who was in power locally. Even if he did not introduce himself personally, he should know who he was dealing with.

"Dude, this bar looks good. Do a lot of important people come drinking?" asked Lucas, apparently randomly. Naturally, he was not referring to the luxurious renovation, but the women.

The bartender had no intention of making small talk since Lucas only ordered orange juice. However, he replied mildly when he caught sight of the Lamborghini car keys lying on the counter, "Are you from out of town?"

Lucas stuck up his thumb and said, "You're such an observant man. I just arrived a couple of days ago."

The bartender felt smug about getting it right. He said calmly, "No wonder you're clueless. The best club in town is Tarot Club. That's where anyone who's anyone hangs out."

Lucas put on a curious look. "Tarot Club? Good place to party, is it?"

The bartender sneered and spoke as though Lucas was an idiot. "Haven't you heard about it before? Don't you know who owns it?"

Lucas wanted intel about the people in power in Lisle, so he promptly took interest and asked, "Who? Does it belong to the richest man in town?"

The bartender pursed his lips and replied, "Even the richest man in town has to watch his tongue in front of Paul Booker! He calls the shots in this town!"

Lucas really had a knack for stroking people's egos and encouraging them to speak. "Who's Paul Booker?" he asked, his eyes glinting excitedly.

The bartender did not answer directly. Instead, he replied profoundly, "You have asked the right person. My cousin works for him, so I know everything there is to know about Paul. Unfortunately, these are all his private matters." Lucas chuckled and asked, "I don't have cash on me. Can I transfer you the money?"

The bartender deftly produced his bank QR code for scanning.

Lucas gave him a generous $50 tip.

The bartender nodded satisfactorily and continued, "Paul Booker is the biggest local gang leader, and Tarot Club is his base, so the place naturally means something in town."

Lucas looked at him desperately, he was dying to know more. "Anything else?"

The bartender replied, "That's about it."

"What the?!" Lucas paused briefly.

Was that all the intel he had to offer? It wasn't worth the money at all.

Lucas felt annoyed. The bartender ignored him. He took a white rag and smiled as he went over to welcome some other patrons.

Lucas shook his head, annoyed.

A woman, dressed in a blue shirt with the first three buttons undone so that her flawless skin was visible, sashayed into the bar and leaned against Lucas' arm.

"Hey, gorgeous. Are you alone? Can you buy me a drink?"

Lucas reached his hand out and pulled her in front of him. He asked calmly, "Do you happen to like orange juice as well?"

The woman's face froze briefly before she smiled and replied, "Juice? I don't know why you're drinking juice. We should have some alcohol instead. Alcohol's just the thing we need for some chemistry."

Lucas shook his head and said, "My bad. I don't want to drink and drive."

The woman was taken aback. She giggled and said, "I must say. You're a very humorous man. Fine. Juice it is then."

The woman waved at the bartender and said, "Can you bring more juice?"

The bartender came over with one more glass of orange juice.

The woman picked up the glass and wanted to take a sip, but a man suddenly walked past her from behind and bumped into her. She lost balance, stumbled into Lucas' arms with her breasts pressed tightly against him, and the juice instantly splattered onto him. "Oh no. Who was that?" said the woman angrily. She promptly changed her tone and said seductively, "Shall we get a room so that you can clean up?" Lucas lowered his head to straighten out his clothes.

The woman pounced on the opportunity to reach her hand out and retrieved a pill concealed under her nail to pop it in his drink.

The pill quickly blended into the drink becoming invisible.

Lucas raised his head after cleaning up. He said, "It's obvious you want to f**k me."

The woman did not feel embarrassed. Instead, she bit her lower lip and said candidly, "You're hot and loaded. I'm sure you're very popular with the ladies, right?

Lucas chuckled and said, "I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not interested in easy women, so you're not my type."

The woman instantly looked annoyed. "What the hell? F**k you!"

The woman cursed him huffily before turning to leave. Before long, she went over to another table and sat down angrily. She said, "It's done. Time to pay up."

The man retrieved a stack of bills and handed her the money with a serious look on his face.

Lucas picked up his glass and finished the rest of his juice.

Lucas started to feel giddy ten minutes later. He finally realized something was amiss. He muttered angrily, "F**k. I got drugged by the woman. I guess I can't really blame her. It's my fault for being hot!"

Lucas quickly settled the bill and forced himself to stay conscious as he exited the bar. He got back to his car forcibly and sat down before tilting his head sideways and passing out.

Before long, two men walked up to the car.

One of them asked, "Raul, why don't we just kill him? Why go through all the hassle?"

Raul Jimenez sneered coldly, "Are you stupid or something? If we kill him outrightly, everyone will know he was murdered. We have to take him out quietly without implicating Enrico, got it? Cut the crap. Drive the tow truck over so that we can dump him into the river. That way, people will just assume it was just a case of drunk driving."

Before long, a tow truck entered the parking lot. After connecting Lucas' vehicle to the tow truck, the Lamborghini got towed off.