Gotham Port was always like this at night. It was quiet, silent, and indescribably depressing.
The day belonged to the winners, and the night belonged to the rats. Order and chaos had never appeared so clearly in the same place before. If one was an old resident of Gotham, then one should have known this rule already — do not wander about at night.
You'll lose not only your wallet, but also your first time. You might even lose your life.
This was never a good place to live and work, but there were always people who came here with nowhere to go … Wait a minute, when I said with nowhere to go, I meant it literally.
"Splash, splash"
The slightly dirty seawater slapped against the shore, adding a special feeling to the dark night. A fish carefully swung its tail, trying to swim to the surface of the sea for a breath of fresh air. The weather tonight was terrible, it was probably going to rain.
All of a sudden.
"Splash"
The heavy object fell from the sky and smashed into the water. The splash scared the poor fish to the bottom of the sea. The moment the heavy object smashed into the sea, the cold seawater poured into his body through his nostrils, ears, and mouth, waking him up from the terrible chaos in the next moment.
"Cough cough … What the hell, where is this?"
The man who was only wearing pajamas struggled to maintain his balance on the surface of the sea. He tried his best to prevent himself from sinking into the water, but his brain was still in a mess and he could not complete this action. In the end, he could only observe his surroundings while swimming towards the dark shore.
In this kind of weather that was not considered warm, he was immersed in the cold seawater for 10 minutes. Coupled with his already wet pajamas, when he reached the shore, the exhausted man laid down on the beach and did not want to get up again.
He panted as he looked at the starless sky above him. He then reached out his hand to touch his chest. Yes, there were three bullet holes on his pajamas, but where was the blood? The wound?
His heart that should have been broken was still beating strongly. His thoughts were in a mess. In the end, he gave up thinking. Since these things that he did not believe in before had already happened … then he might as well accept it.
"Hahaha"
The man who descended from the sky chuckled and pointed his middle finger at the sky. He climbed up from the beach and threw his blood-soaked and bullet-riddled pajamas into the sea. Bare-Chested, he walked step by step towards the lights that were still lit up in the distance.
After bidding farewell to the past, his steps were tired. Hmm … maybe he was lucky to have escaped death.
"Old Gun" bar. Three years ago, it was the busiest place in the port of Gotham. Three years later, no one cared about it. Of course, it was not because Kristian's old man's skills had deteriorated, but because his stubborn old man refused the "friendship" of the Russian gangsters who were in charge of this area.
As a veteran, Pops didn't allow those messy things to happen in his territory. This determination had once won him a lot of praise, but now, it had brought him trouble. Not all dockworkers would insist on drinking at Pops' place under the threat of Jamie's lackeys.
After all, it was just a glass of wine. There was no need to risk their lives for it, right?
His old man had already persevered for a month. No one knew how much longer he could last. But according to Jamie's personality and his rules, if his old man continued to be stubborn, something bad would happen.
At 2 am, a heavy rain poured down and hit the window. White haired Kristian, wearing an old leather jacket, stood behind the shabby bar, wiping the wine glasses. He was not supposed to do this work, but three days ago, the last waiter left with 500 USD from his old man's cupboard. He had no choice but to do it himself.
Three young men dressed in fancy clothes were sitting in the corner, gambling. It was the crudest game of dice. You could not expect these people who had dropped out of school to play high-class blackjack. They were not customers. They were just lackeys sent by Jamie to harass Kristian's old man.
This was a small bar. There was no music, no singers, and no messy decorations. It was filled with a retro feel. On a stormy night, no one would come here. Kristian's old man prepared to close the bar in 10 minutes. He might even use his old Haruta to chase these little bastards away.
At this time, "Ding Dong!"
The door of the bar was pushed open. Elder Father and the hooligans raised their heads at the same time and saw a weirdly dressed guy walk in. He was an Asian. He wore a dirty black sweater on his upper body, which looked like it was picked up from a garbage dump. He wore a pair of pajama pants on his lower body and was barefoot. He looked like a homeless man in dire straits.
Kristian's old man instinctively wanted to yell at him. However, the man looked up and scanned the bar. He did not even look at Kristian's old man. Instead, he focused on the three hooligans who had resumed their dice game. He smiled and strode over.
Kristian's old man silently wiped the glasses again. His other hand was placed on the wooden handle of the old Haruta. He recognized that smile. It was not an expression that should appear on a homeless man. But there was no need to point it out. After all, the unlucky ones were Jamie's lackeys.
As Kristian's old man put on an expression of watching a show, the dirty man began to interact with the hooligans.
"Hey guys, can I join you?"
The man rubbed his hands together and showed an interested expression. He spoke fluent English with a hint of a California accent. It should have been a good way to greet someone, but his dirty appearance and unlikable smell made him look bad. The green-haired hooligan glanced at him and returned his attention to the dice in his hand. He gave him a cold voice.
"Get lost!"
The man was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Don't be like this, guys. Give me a chance. I'm really good at shaking dice!"
After being disturbed twice, the green-haired hoodlum was already somewhat impatient. But just as he clenched his fists, the tall and thin young man with gray hair sitting opposite him stopped his companion. Then, with a trace of a mocking tone, he looked at the uninvited man.
"You want to join? Sure, but what are you going to use as a bargaining chip? You don't even have a penny on you, do you? So go back to the garbage and pick up hamburgers. That's where you should be, hahaha. "
After that, the three hooligans laughed at the same time. However, the young man just shrugged and sat down on a chair. He put his hands on the table and said seriously, "Look, I'm a healthy adult.
"Look, I'm a healthy adult. I have a pair of hands, a pair of legs, and …"
"Hey, b * stard, we're not interested in men!"
The last gangster with dyed red hair felt insulted. He slapped the table impatiently, causing the beer in his hand to spill all over the table. "Especially someone like you! Get lost! "
Under the angry glares of the three hooligans, the hooligan spread his hands calmly and finished the second half of his sentence.
"Hmm … What I mean is, I have a life. I'll use this thing to bet with you guys. Isn't that fair?"
After he said that, the whole bar fell silent. The three hooligans were speechless, but it was not because they were frightened or shocked. Their first reaction was, 'Is this guy crazy?'
Then, their second reaction was to rejoice!
It wasn't easy to make a living under Boss Jamie. He would often arrange for less important gang members to do "dangerous" things. Unfortunately for these three, they belonged to the category of unimportant outer circle members. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been arranged to threaten an unarmed old man at this time.
Even more unfortunately, three days later, there would be a "dangerous" deal. Then, at this time, a madman who did not care about his life came knocking on their door. Was there anything better than this?
The three hooligans exchanged glances. Finally, the silver-haired hooligan spoke. He tried to make his expression look fierce. It seemed like he was imitating Boss Jamie. He lowered his voice.
"Do you know what your words mean?"
"Hmm."
The dirty young man shrugged. Obviously, he knew.
"Do you know what happens when you don't keep your promise? Last month, there was a guy who lied to us. He was thrown into Gotham Harbor. His body has not been found yet. Do you understand what I mean? "
"Alright, no need to say more. Give me a set of dice. If I lose, I will do as you say."
The young man leaned on the chair casually and pointed at his disgusting sweater. "Look at me now. Do you think I'm afraid of death?"
"Alright! Cole, give him a set of dice! "
The green-haired young man placed a set of dice in front of the young man. He reached out to take the dice and looked at it. Then, he raised his head and smiled brightly at the three hooligans.
"Oh, right. I forgot to say. My name is He … Forget it. Call me Saber. Saber. Hmm … Saber? Hawk. "
"No one wants to know your name. Let's start, trash."
Cole mocked him mercilessly. Then, he started to shake the dice in his hand. The other two hooligans followed suit. They were playing the simplest game. There were three dice, and the one with the lowest number would get money. It was so simple that even a three-year-old child could play it. However, judging from the scattered bills and coins beside them, the three hooligans were playing with a lot of money.
Saber liked this kind of situation. He liked this kind of opponents. Three hooligans. Most importantly, the three hooligans had what he needed the most. Moreover, it was a rainy night with thunder. The only witness was an old man who had been paying attention to the game.
"Fate is looking after me!"
Saber blurted out. Then, he reached out to the dice and the wooden box in front of him and slammed it on the table. Before the others could react, he was the first to open the box.
"18 points! See, I've said it before. Fate is looking after me! "
The three hooligans were stunned. They exchanged glances and placed three bills beside Saber. Then, they started to shake the dice again. The second round had begun.
"Oh, 18 points again. I'm so lucky!"
The third round. "Look, it's 18 points again. I'm really lucky, aren't I?"
The fourth round. "Tsk tsk, I don't know what to say."
"Bang!"
Cole slammed his fists on the table. He felt humiliated once again. In a fit of anger, Cole touched his belt with his left hand and stabbed it into the table. A shiny dagger was stuck beside Saber's hand. The black handle was still trembling slightly. Cole stared at Saber like an enraged bull and cursed loudly.
"You f * cking cheated! Bastard! I'm going to kill you! "
"Hey, calm down, buddy!"
Saber didn't even look at the dagger beside his hand. Instead, he slowly picked up the bills in front of him and stacked them together. He said casually, "That knife of yours that hasn't seen blood can't hurt anyone. That's how it is at the gambling table. If you lose, you win. Instead of shouting at me, why don't you sit down and play a few more rounds? Maybe you'll win, right?"
At this point, even a blind person could see that Saber wasn't normal. A normal person would have reacted to a dagger beside their hand, but they were Jamie's lackeys after all. Naturally, they didn't just have a dagger for self-defense. Thus, when Saber raised his head, a silver metal hole was pressed against his head.
It was … a gun.
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