Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1643: Rohomes Ninja Technique

Chapter 1643: Rohomes Ninja Technique

Karl sighed helplessly, raising his hand to pull Juanita back slightly. He felt that his life would never be boring with her around. Even the calmest waters could stir up waves with her presence.

Luther grumbled unhappily, "Don't you care about her? Can't you control her?"

Karl smiled and shrugged. "Well, let her be."

Juanita exclaimed, "Joyce, you see, Mr. Warner still dislikes me. Did I say he's the most difficult to get along with? Did I say it wrong?"

Joyce nodded. "You're absolutely right."

Luther became even more displeased and pulled Joyce into his arms. "How am I difficult to get along with?"

Joyce turned her head and looked at him seriously. "Arrogant, dismissive of others, rude, overly suspicious, thinking that everyone in the world wants to get close to you with ill intentions. Aloof, keeping people at a distance, hardly speaking. Obsessed with cleanliness, not wanting others to touch you, with a face full of disdain."

"Hahaha!" Juanita laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. "You're absolutely right, spot on!"

As they laughed, Juanita even leaned on the table, pointing at Luther. "Mr. Warner, did you repeat kindergarten? You clearly didn't learn any manners or social skills, hahaha."

Karl restrained his laughter and glanced aside. This time, he didn't stop Juanita. Luther really was like that in the past, and what she said was true, although he had improved a lot now.

Luther's handsome face turned even darker.

He held Joyce tighter. "Am I that bad?"

Joyce was almost laughing uncontrollably. Juanita saying that Luther must have repeated kindergarten was just too funny.

She wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm also curious. Did you never go to kindergarten?"

Luther suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth. "Of course, I went to kindergarten. I had private tutors for everything."

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

Juanita and Joyce burst into laughter again.

Juanita was even more exaggerated, laughing until tears streamed down her face. "No wonder, no wonder, you really didn't go to kindergarten."

Even Nina, who had been quietly silent all along, couldn't help but lower her head and laugh secretly.

Chris, twirling his wine glass in his hand, added a sly comment, "Well, Mr. Warner, it seems like your popularity isn't that great. You and I are not the same type of person."

Karl laughed. "That's right, Chris is generous and straightforward, friends everywhere. We've seen it before. This time, the military successfully regained control, and Otis met his end. Chris played a significant role."

Chris felt proud. "It was nothing. If you ever need my help, just let me know."

Everyone at the table teased Luther, making his expression extremely unpleasant. But he didn't really get angry. What did it matter? They were right in what they said, and he wasn't very keen on socializing with people.

Karl intervened, "Mr. Warner, don't mind them. We're all happy today, just making jokes with the host."

"Why should I mind?"

Luther's lips curled up. "If I weren't this way, how could I have attracted Joyce? Hehe. It just shows that Joyce likes my type, and that's enough."

Saying that, he held Joyce even tighter, shrugging nonchalantly.

Why should he get angry? In his arms, he held his lifelong love. He was the ultimate winner.

Joyce felt a bit embarrassed by Luther's words. She bit her lip and slightly freed herself from his embrace. With everyone present, being overly affectionate made her feel uncomfortable. "Ahem." She cleared her throat. "Let's talk about something else."

"Oh, Karl, I suddenly remembered something," Joyce said, recalling the man she encountered outside Peninsula Bank.

She thought for a moment. "Let me demonstrate to you all."

Standing up, she reenacted the events of that day and the actions of the man with long hair.

"The process was too fast, and I didn't see it clearly. Anyway, at that time, he half crouched down, one hand holding me like this, and the other arm holding a coffee cup that was far away. The coffee cup fell, and there was quite a distance between us. When I thought about it later, it seemed almost impossible to accomplish, almost like an extreme position for the human body."

Joyce gestured. "What kind of person do you think has the agility to achieve such a pose?"

Karl frowned, shaking his head. "If the situation you described is true, I also replace it highly unlikely. Not to mention the incredibly quick reaction. Challenging biomechanics and surpassing normal physical conditions should beimpossible. How could someone hold you with one hand and catch a falling coffee cup with the other at the same time?"

Luther was the first to express concern. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," Joyce assured them.

She shook her head. "I just replace it strange that such a peculiar person suddenly appeared in the Capital. Now that things have calmed down and the Capital is on high alert, who could it be?"

"With that level of skill, it's unheard of in the world, at least I haven't heard of it," Luther said, his expression becoming serious.

Chris suddenly spoke up, "Wait a minute. I don't know if you've heard of Rohomes' ninja technique?"

"Rohomes?" Luther immediately became wary. "You mentioned Rohomes, and it seems that Otis has some connection to Rohomes."

"Yes, the Blackhawk Helicopter that took Otis away was heading towards Rohomes' territorial waters. There must be some connection," Joyce narrowed her eyes.

Karl didn't participate in the subsequent actions, but he had heard about the entire operation to some extent.

"Rohomes' ninja technique, if what you described is true, Joyce, it could be possible. People with these skills often receive special training from a young age, giving them extraordinary flexibility. They can perform such high-difficulty movements," Chris explained.

"So, the man I encountered in front of Peninsula Bank is very likely from Rohomes?" Joyce's expression became somewhat perplexed. After Otis's death, the appearance of Rocus people in the Capital raised questions about their motives. It was worth investigating the reasons behind it.

"It's very possible," Chris nodded.

"Do you want me to look into it?" Karl asked.

"No need," Joyce waved her hand. "It was just a chance encounter. I'm just curious; there's no need to delve into it. Otis is already dead, and we don't need to live in constant fear."

She smiled brightly.

Even if there were really any issues, Chris was returning to Alvonia, and Karl had finally returned to a normal life. She didn't want to burden them anymore.

Besides, it might have just been her overthinking things.

"Come on, everyone, let's continue eating. Don't just talk," Joyce enthusiastically greeted everyone. "Let's chat a bit longer tonight."

"Do you want to drink?" Juanita suddenly suggested.

Luther was the first to object. "She's not allowed to drink. Her tolerance is too low. As for others, I don't care."

Joyce's face stiffened. She didn't want to drink, after all. Every time she drank, he would take advantage of her. "Let's all drink moderately, not too much," Karl didn't object.