Although his old man sounded like he was in a bad mood, the old man had already cleaned up the bar. Saber was just cleaning up the mess.
After he had some free time, he sat on the chair behind the bar and turned on his old man's radio to listen to the old songs he couldn't enjoy. He didn't do it to listen to the songs, but to pass the time. He lifted his legs and put them on the bar table. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. The old fan above his head rattled.
He was leisurely enjoying his time alone. However, the moment he opened his eyes, he suddenly saw the bandage wrapped around his right arm.
"Ah, I forgot about this!"
Saber patted his head and turned off the noisy radio. He put down his legs and tore off the bandage on his right arm bit by bit. There was still a trace of blood, but after he tore it open, the wound from this morning had completely disappeared.
"Phew …"
Saber touched his smooth skin without any wrinkles. He sighed in relief. This wasn't normal. This was obviously not an ability that a mortal should have. As for whether this was a special ability that was given to him after he transmigrated, or if his body was already … But who cares! Saber didn't care much about these things.
What made him happy was that he finally figured out how to heal quickly.
"Small wounds won't trigger it … It will only activate when it's life-threatening …"
Pursing his lips, Seiber scribbled on a piece of paper with a pen in his left hand. He thought of how Batman had beaten him up that night. It hadn't been life-threatening, so he added, "I'm not going to die.
"En, I suspect it will activate when I'm extremely tired. As for consumption, food? No, no, no, it's not food. Food is just an appearance. That's … energy. Yes! Ingesting energy! "
"Ka"
The wooden door was pushed open. A young man walked into the bar in a daze. He saw Saber lying on the bar table and asked loudly, "Hey, brother.
Why is this place so deserted? Aren't you guys open for business? "
"Uh … We're closed. We're not open for business here. You can leave now! Go play somewhere else. "
Saber impatiently waved his hand. The young man muttered something and turned to leave. Saber also thought of a very appropriate word, energy. His huge appetite brought a huge amount of energy. That energy should be stored in some place, such as cells. When necessary, it would burst out in the form of rapid recovery.
As for whether this rapid recovery would endanger his life … who cares!
Saber never thought of himself as a lucky person. He knew the truth of this world: everything has value. In order to gain something, you have to lose something.
Now, he had obtained it. As for what he would lose, he wasn't dead yet. Furthermore, he had relied on this ability to keep his life. Therefore, he had already made a profit.
"Kid, what are you doing?"
Papa's loud voice woke Saber from his thoughts. He shrugged and threw the bandages and notes in his hand into the trash can. He didn't want his father to worry. This sharp-tongued old man was a trustworthy person.
Seiber stood up from his chair and stretched his back. He looked at Old Christian who was walking into the bar with two big bags in his hands. He leaned on the table and said loudly, "Old Christian, what are you doing here?
"Old man, where did you take Catherine? Did you sell her? Let's split the money! "
"Saber, I'm here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a newly dressed Catherine flashed out from behind Papa's darkened face. She had combed her hair and changed into a tomboy's clothes. This 10-year-old child was seriously underdeveloped. She only reached Papa's waist. She was carrying two small bags in her hands and had a silly smile on her clean face.
"En."
Saber snorted. A rare gentleness appeared in his eyes. He got along well with Papa. After all, Papa had a good son, Robin. He was like a third party in their relationship. However, this feeling disappeared after Catherine came.
Although they couldn't be called relatives, at least they weren't alone anymore.
The little girl didn't have parents, and Saber was also alone. After dealing with Papa's matter, he should leave with Catherine or leave Catherine here and travel the world alone. Well, maybe this little girl would become his first 'family' in this world.
In fact, in the deepest part of Saber's heart, he also hoped to make up for what he didn't have in his previous life. However, this guy was not good at expressing his feelings. Look at the way he repaid his debt. He brought a 10-year-old girl to kill people. Damn it! This guy was like a pervert.
In the end, he just patted Catherine's head, took the things in Papa's hand, and turned to the fridge.
Five minutes later, the three of them were sitting in Papa's pickup truck. The young man sat in the passenger seat with a bored expression. Papa, who had a cigar in his mouth, threw something to him. It was a square-shaped gadget. He picked it up and looked at it.
"Blackberry … Papa, you really are a caring person!"
Saber played with the new phone in his hand. It wasn't that expensive, but he was very touched that Papa thought of this. This meant that Papa really treated him as a friend.
Papa rubbed his stubble and snorted. He glanced at Catherine, who was sitting in the back seat eating chocolate and looking around. He stepped on the gas pedal. The old brown pickup truck was like an awakened beast. It started from the entrance of the bar and sped towards Wayne Hospital.
They were going to the hospital to see Robin. Papa said that he also had to go to the police station to get the identification card for Saber and the adoption certificate for Catherine, even though the two of them didn't really need it.
However, Saber didn't mind. He hadn't explored the city properly yet. The trip to the narrow island didn't count. He didn't want to go to that damned hell again.
Wayne Hospital was a very famous place in Gotham City. It practically grew alongside the city. As everyone knew, the Wayne family was one of the four big families in Gotham City. This hospital was built with the investment of the Wayne family. For hundreds of years, it had been the family business of the Wayne family. It was also the place where the previous Mr. Wayne, Bruce Wayne's father, worked. He was the philanthropist who had been shot to death.
Robin lived here. The unlucky guy had four broken ribs and wounds all over his body. If it wasn't for Saber's timely rescue, he would have met Papa in a black and white photo. In fact, Robin and Saber were fellow sufferers. If it wasn't for Catherine, Saber would have met Robin in a black and white photo.
When the three of them arrived, Robin was resting. Papa was rich now, so Robin was transferred to a single room. The conditions were very good, and there were even nurses to look after him. Papa went to wash some fruits. As soon as he walked out of the door, Saber sat by the bed and patted Robin's face to wake him up.
"Buddy, how are you feeling?"
Robin opened his eyes and saw Seiber with a smirk on his face. Frankly speaking, Seiber wasn't ugly, but he had a habit of squinting his eyes, which made him look a little gloomy. Coupled with his short stature, he looked a little cold and gloomy.
He looked like a bad guy.
However, even though Robin didn't say it out loud, the relationship between the two of them had already reached the stage of friendship after Seiber killed four people in order to save him two nights ago.
The friendship between men was always simple. This kind of friendship that had gone through life and death together could withstand the test. Robin pursed his lips in disgust. His forehead was still wrapped in gauze, and he looked very miserable.
"I was in a good mood, but when I saw you, my mood became very bad … Cough cough …"
As he spoke, Robin suddenly coughed. The next moment, a cup of water was handed to him. The heavily injured policeman used his left hand that could still move to pick up the cup. Saber tactfully helped him up and even thoughtfully put a pillow behind him. Robin took a sip of water. Only then did he notice the little girl with short hair and wearing a tomboy's denim top.
She was the one who handed him the water. This child looked very thin and shy. When Robin looked at her, she lowered her head and played with her fingers.
"Who is this?"
Robin put down the cup and turned to ask. Saber shrugged. "This is my sister, Catherine. Come, little girl, this is Robin, a mighty policeman."
However, when the little girl heard the word 'policeman', her body shook out of habit. She ran behind Saber in fear. In Gotham, the word 'policeman' was not a reassuring word. However, this reaction made both Saber and Robin feel a little awkward. The young man patted the little girl's head and sighed. He said to Robin, "It's a special case.
This little girl's experience is quite … "
Click.
Before Saber could finish his sentence, the tightly shut door was pushed open. The three of them, two adults and one child, looked outside the door at the same time. Accompanied by the clicking sound of high heels, a woman in a black trench coat strode in. Her brown hair was tied into a ponytail behind her back. She looked clean and neat. Her face without any makeup was outstanding. She had a pair of black leather boots and stockings. There was a special kind of beauty to her. Most importantly, it was someone they knew.
"Mr. Robin? It's nice to meet you. I'm the local prosecutor's assistant, Rachel Daws. I'm here to investigate the attack on you … Wait, you're the one from yesterday … "
Rachel, who was taking things out of the portfolio while introducing herself, raised her head out of habit. The first thing she saw was Saber who was waving at her. She quickly remembered this bar waiter who had a lot of fun with the two socialites yesterday. However, she had forgotten Saber's name, so she hesitated for a moment.
Saber took the initiative to dissolve the awkwardness. He pulled Catherine up and walked out of the door while chuckling.
"My name is Saber Hawk. Good afternoon, beautiful Madam Rachel. It seems like you have something important to discuss with my brother Robin."
Seiber paused for a moment and made a "please" gesture.
"My sister and I will go out first. Oh, by the way, your perfume today is amazing. I like it very much."
Without waiting for Rachel's reply, he quickly walked out of the room with the little girl who kept looking back.
"Hello, Madam Rachel … Don't touch my hair! I hate you! Saber! "
Catherine made a face at Saber while mimicking Saber's flattering tone. However, Saber's left hand messed up her hair again. Only then did she behave herself.
Saber bought two boxes of chocolates from the shopping machine and gave one to Catherine. Two minutes later, he pretended to take a break and put the box of chocolates against the wall. He calmed himself down and vaguely heard Rachel and Robin's conversation. They seemed to be discussing the case of Robin's attack.
Frankly speaking, he did not want to deal with Rachel. This woman had some unclear relationship with the mysterious Bruce Wayne. Moreover, she was the local prosecutor. She was a troublesome woman.
However, when Saber touched the photo in his arms, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In fact, it was not that he could not contact her … He just had to be careful. Moreover, if she was the local prosecutor, he might be able to keep her as a backup.
By the way, the United States Attorney had a lot of power. They had the right to decide which criminals would be prosecuted. Although Rachel was only an assistant prosecutor, if Saber was arrested and had some relationship with Rachel, and if Rachel was willing to help him, he might be released from court. He might not even be prosecuted.
Dad came over with some fruit. He looked at Saber and Catherine and asked. Saber shrugged and took a big apple from Dad's basket for Catherine. He stuffed it into the little girl's hand, whose cheeks were red from eating the chocolates.
Ten minutes later, Rachel came out with a file. She stroked her hair and smiled at Saber. As soon as she turned around, Saber stopped her.
"Miss Rachel, if you're not busy, can I have a few minutes of your time?"
Rachel turned around. She was holding the file. She looked at Saber playfully and said in a low voice, "Call me Miss. I'm still very young. Thank you."
Saber was embarrassed. He patted Catherine's head and motioned for her to go in and accompany Dad. Then, he reached out to Rachel and motioned for Rachel to follow him.
The two quickly walked to the corner of the corridor. There were still people coming and going, but it was much quieter than before. Saber did not waste time. He took out the photo from his pocket and handed it to Rachel with one hand.
"I found this on Boshkin from the Jamie Gang. He's an energetic man who's engaged in some kind of bad job. He always carries a lady's photo with him. If it wasn't for that baldy who has a crush on you …"
Saber crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He said meaningfully, "Then Miss Rachel, you have to be careful when you go to work. Boshkin is a very … well, not a very likable guy. But you don't have to worry about him. He should be lying in the hospital for a few more months."
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