After knowing that Bruce Wayne had come in person, his father quickly came downstairs dressed neatly. This old show-off even specially combed his hair to one side, looking like a sanctimonious big tailed wolf. He shouted exaggeratedly, "Come in! Come in!
"Hi, Mr. Wayne, we've met once before! Not long after you came back. Hmm, your two female companions are so cute! "
The girls laughed heartily. Wayne also stood up and said to his father with a smile.
"My butler, Alfred, is also a veteran. He told me that you're a respectable gentleman who participated in World War II, and that your bar is the best bar he's ever seen. That's why I'm here!"
"Hahaha, Mr. Alfred used to be a regular here. He knows what's best."
Papa liked it when people praised his bar. Bruce's words made Papa smile. He sat opposite Wayne and patted the ladies' shoulders.
"My darlings, go sit over there. I have something to discuss with Mr. Christian."
The two ladies obediently sat at the side. Saber brought two glasses of wine for Papa and Bruce, then naturally sat beside the ladies. Nobody knew what he said, but it made the two ladies laugh.
The laughter didn't ruin the atmosphere. Bruce took off his glasses and put them aside. He then spread his hands on the table and said to Papa,
"Mr. Christian …"
"Just call me Papa. That's what they call me, or Old Teach. There's no need to be so formal."
Papa waved his hand generously. He picked up his glass and said to Bruce, "I'm old. This bar is my 20 years of hard work. Although I won't be able to manage it after selling it to you, I hope that Mr. Wayne can still manage it well. Don't let it become like the other bad places in Gotham. Consider it an old man's request."
"Just call me Bruce, Papa."
Playboy looked at Saber who was happily chatting with the ladies. He then spread his hands and leaned back comfortably on the chair.
"Papa, you know that I'm very young, so you can't expect me to manage a bar like this well. Wayne Enterprises belongs to me in name, but it has its own set of rules. Plus, this is a private acquisition. It's mainly Alfred's suggestion, so I can't transfer anyone from there, so …"
Bruce looked at Papa who was listening to him attentively. The young man of about 25 years old showed a bright smile.
"So, I hope that after I take over Old Gun Bar, you can still manage it."
Papa raised his eyebrows. He gulped down a third of the wine and looked at Wayne. This young man was just like the rumors. He had the unique aura of the Wayne family. His face wasn't thin, but there was always a hint of sadness in his eyes. When he spoke, his lips would always curl up. He had a head of brown hair with a hint of light gold. It was trimmed to fit his facial contours very well.
Overall, he was a very handsome young man. He also had a special feeling of being a big shot. Coupled with his smile, he was very amiable.
"So, Bruce, are you saying that you want me to work for you?"
Papa's slow, low, and clear voice rang out. Wayne smiled and put his arms on the table, supporting his chin.
"Yes, Papa. I hope that you can work for me … It's also Alfred's suggestion."
"Well, it seems that my drinking buddy back then is a big shot …"
Papa reached out and flicked the wine glass, making a crisp sound. He replied, "Okay. Then, Boss, what's your first order?"
Wayne was about to speak when the girls screamed from Saber's side. Papa and Bruce turned their heads at the same time and saw Saber playing a game with the girls.
He held a small fruit knife in his right hand. The girl with bright blonde hair spread her left hand on the table. Saber quickly waved the knife back and forth between the girl's separated fingers. There was nothing surprising about this game. Many people knew how to play it, but the most frightening thing was that the knife in Saber's hand danced so fast that it almost left afterimages. The table was filled with the sound of a woodpecker knocking on wood, as if he was performing magic.
The two girls were scared out of their wits. The blonde girl didn't even dare to move. It wasn't until 30 seconds later that Saber stopped. Without stopping, he threw out his right hand without looking. The knife flew out and finally pierced into the center of the dart board on the wall. The tail of the knife was still trembling slightly.
This guy exaggeratedly opened his arms and shouted,
"100 times! I won. So where's my reward? "
American girls were all passionate. Seiber closed his eyes as the 90 points black-haired girl left a deep kiss mark on his cheek. Meanwhile, the blonde girl hugged Seiber and gave him a hot kiss that made him feel suffocated.
This scene made Papa a little embarrassed, but Bruce couldn't help but laugh. He looked at Papa.
"Papa, you have a very interesting guy. What's his background?"
"Uh, okay, I won't hide it from you."
Papa took a sip of wine and said to the curious Bruce, "This guy came from Canada two days ago. He's the son of my comrade."
Papa stretched out his finger and pointed at his head. "He has some problems here. Bruce, don't mind him."
"Okay …"
Bruce lifted his chin and nodded. Just when he was about to say something, the wooden door behind him was pushed open again. A beautiful woman with brown hair, big eyes, and dressed in a business suit walked into the bar with a black document bag in her arms. She glanced at the bar and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry."
"Is Mr. Christian here?" I'm Rachel Dawes, assistant prosecutor. I'm here to investigate Mr. John Blake's … "
Her sweet voice stopped at this moment because Bruce stood up from his chair and turned around to look at her.
"Rachel, nice to see you here."
"Bruce, why are you here?"
Facing the beauty's surprised question, Bruce Wayne shrugged and once again showed a very friendly smile. "This is my bar. Mr. Christian is my employee. What's the matter? It seems that something happened in my bar. Come, sit here and tell me. "
Assistant prosecutor Rachel was surprised to see Bruce Wayne. However, it seems that they have known each other for a long time. However, Saber who was watching from the side saw that the relationship between the two was a bit strange. After carefully looking at Rachel's face, Saber narrowed his eyes.
He searched left and right and finally found a photo with bloodstains on the edge. It was Rachel's face. This was something he took from Boshkin's pocket when he killed him yesterday. A mafia boss obviously wouldn't fall in love with a prosecutor who was responsible for sending him to prison. Therefore, there was only one explanation for this photo.
Rachel was targeted by Jamie.
"Hehe, Rachel … You owe me one."
Saber smiled and put the photo in his pocket. Then, he half-pulled and half-dragged the two beauties out of the bar. He casually took the car key that Bruce Wayne put on the table. When he turned around, Bruce gave him a smile of appreciation. Obviously, Saber helped him solve a big problem.
Bruce didn't want his childhood sweetheart, Rachel, to see him taking two beauties out. It would affect his image in the eyes of the beauties.
Saber obviously knew this. Therefore, after walking out of the bar, he loudly said to the two unwilling girls.
"Hey, beauties, Young Master Bruce has something to do. You can go first. He will contact you. As for the car … Here, this is the key! Yes, it's yours! Young Master Bruce is a generous person. Drive it! Be careful on the road! "
Seiber waved his hand at the two girls who were fooling around in the car. He watched them drive the Son of Gotham's luxury car away from the dock and shouted at them, "Come on, let's go!"
"Goodbye! Baby, I'll miss you! "
Seeing the car disappear around the corner, he tore the two phone numbers that still had the smell of perfume in them and threw them into the trash can.
He wasn't interested in being a "social butterfly".
"Mm, let's go out for a walk."
Saber looked back at the bar and temporarily dismissed the idea of going back. He didn't know why, but he felt that this playboy Bruce Wayne was a little weird. Although he acted naturally, Saber instinctively wanted to stay away from him. There was no reason for this instinct, but Saber decided to trust his heart.
He put his hands in his coat pockets and strolled about the quayside. Well, he had a gun in his coat pocket and a dagger in his belt, as was his habit.
Saber looked around curiously. This was his third day in the city. His understanding of the city was only from the newspaper. The area he was active in was near the Old Gun Bar. The furthest place he went was the street where he rescued Robin last night.
This feeling of not knowing anything about his surroundings was not in line with Saber's habits. Therefore, he decided to use this opportunity to familiarize himself with the surroundings.
He spent two hours walking around the Gotham Dock. It was a large dock. Because it was daytime, the workers here were very busy. There were no signs of the dock's decline, but according to his father, the dock had been in decline for many years.
According to rumors, when it was at its peak, the number of dockworkers working there was more than double the number of dockworkers now. Of course, its decline was closely related to the rise of the Gotham Crime Syndicate. Other than the arms dealers, other merchants would not choose a war zone as their business district.
However, this had nothing to do with Seiber. He was just a poor kid. What really mattered to him was something else. After wandering around the complicated docks for two hours, Seiber's sharp senses told him that he was being watched.
He inadvertently turned his head and saw three people following behind him. Their waists were bulging, and it was obvious that they were armed. Moreover, they were different from the bastards he had dealt with before. These guys were tall and strong, and they had an unconcealable military style to them.
"This is the dock area … So … Jamie?"
Saber mumbled and turned to walk into a quiet alley not far away. He was unfamiliar with this place, so he had to think of a way to escape, or … get rid of these annoying tails.
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