The good thing about having a trustworthy butler was that when you encountered trouble that you couldn't handle yourself, you could always entrust him to handle it.
For a butler who adhered to traditional values, the safety of the owner was always the top priority.
Therefore, five minutes after Saber returned to the bar, a completely bulletproof retro Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Old Gun Bar, its tires screeching against the ground.
Alfred, who was wearing a long black windbreaker, opened the door with vigorous movements that didn't match his age and walked out. On the other side was a middle-aged black man carrying a black suitcase. The two of them walked quickly into the bar, and Pops, who was sitting at the bar counter, greeted them.
"Alfred, you're finally here!"
When Pops saw Bruce Wayne's terrible condition, he was already anxious. He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if something happened to the Son of Gotham in his bar. What's more, the young man lying on the second floor was already his boss.
Alfred was younger than Pops, but he already had a head full of white hair. From Saber's perspective, this old man with white hair, but meticulously dressed in a black suit, was at least 60 years old. His eyes shone with a gentle light, and he looked like a very easy person to get along with. However, the thing in his arms couldn't escape Saber's eyes.
It should be a loaded pistol, and from the frequency of the old man's movements and his movements, it was possible that he would take out the pistol in the next moment and kill everyone here within three seconds.
This old man must have been a ruthless person when he was young. He must have undergone strict training, so even in his old age, he still maintained a valiant military style. Although it was hidden under that gentle and trustworthy appearance, it still couldn't escape Saber's eyes.
It was like an old lion, but it still had the ability to easily tear your neck apart.
"Thank you, Christian. If it weren't for you and Saber, I'm afraid the young master would have …"
When Alfred said this, his face was full of fear. The middle-aged black man beside him looked left and right, and then his gaze stopped on Saber for a moment. Saber felt like he was being stared at by a cunning fox. Fortunately, this guy only looked at him for a few seconds, and then turned to Alfred and Pops.
"Take me to Bruce. I want to do a hemodialysis for him."
His voice was a little low and hoarse, and his words were a little direct. He looked like a person who didn't like to talk, but if he could say something like that, he must be a doctor. Saber nodded at him.
"Come with me!"
A moment later, the four of them gathered in Bruce Wayne's room. The black man quickly put on rubber gloves and opened the suitcase, which contained some high-end equipment that Saber didn't recognize. He took out a small needle and was about to draw blood from Bruce's arm, but he was almost punched in the stomach by Batman.
"Hey, man! You have to be careful when dealing with someone who's not in his right mind! "
Saber pulled his arm back and dodged the punch. Then, he and Pops pressed Bruce's shoulder and arm with their hands.
"Although the fear has subsided a little, his body and senses are still in a very excited state. Hurry up and draw blood! Pain will stimulate his mind! "
Saber looked at the black man and said quickly, "It's not easy to suppress this guy, so you'd better succeed in one go. Otherwise, he's likely to blow your head off!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Saber."
Alfred also stepped forward and pressed Bruce Wayne's legs down. He introduced him to the others. "Lucius is the best doctor I know. He's a genius in many fields and is a well-known high-tech worker in Wayne Enterprises. Oh yes, Young Master's armor was also designed by him."
"I'm not … I was fired by Earl this morning. You know, I'm just a homeless man now."
After Alfred's introduction, the black man, who had a trace of indifference, smiled helplessly. It seemed that his indifference was just because he was in a bad mood. Saber noticed that Lucius was a very amiable person. When he smiled, people would quickly let down their guard.
Well, he was also a person with a story.
It seemed that Bruce Wayne had a lot of capable people around him! Alfred's words also represented the wise old butler's attitude toward Pops and Saber. He openly admitted Bruce Wayne's hidden identity and used it to tell the two of them, especially Saber.
He was friendly and a friend that they could work with.
Seiber was very satisfied with this. He liked to interact with people who were both smart and capable.
Lucius's hands were as steady and accurate as he said. It took less than two seconds to extract the blood. Saber found a rope and tied Bruce Wayne to the bed. Alfred did not stop Saber's actions. He knew that this was the best way for his young master to avoid hurting himself while hurting others.
After Saber was done, he noticed that Alfred, who was standing by the bed, gave him a look. He nodded and took the opportunity to smoke to walk out of the room. Ten seconds later, Alfred also walked out of the room. The two stood by the bed. The old butler did not immediately speak. Instead, he looked at Saber for a few seconds and finally bowed slightly.
Saber did not decline this formal thank you. He knew very well that a veteran like Alfred, who adhered to certain rules, had his own set of rules. Since he wanted to thank him, he would not stop because of his refusal.
"Fu … I have to thank you, Mr. Saber. If it were not for you, I'm afraid I would have to face a worse situation."
Alfred glanced worriedly in the direction of the room. He stretched his arms and said to Saber, "I don't know if I can save him in the narrow island with my old arms and legs. He is always so … willful and paranoid. And after he came back this time, he has a new trait, a trait that gives me a headache."
"It seems that he wants to be a law enforcement officer in the dark, or a volunteer police officer. Of course, you can call me Saber."
Saber asked tentatively, but Alfred shook his head.
"Alright, Saber. But since seven years ago, when Zili, the criminal who killed Master and Madam, was finally acquitted, Young Master has completely lost all hope in the law. He will not become a law enforcement officer. He will only use his own methods to act recklessly. He wants to bear all the sins of Gotham on his shoulders and use his own paranoid way of thinking to judge the sins. I don't care if he becomes a homicidal maniac or not. But now, it seems that he has chosen the most difficult path to walk."
"Yes, I have seen how he deals with those villains."
Seiber shrugged and blew out a smoke ring from his mouth. "His actions were fierce and disciplined, just like a well-trained warrior. However, he gave up on this advantage and followed the strange rules that he set himself. He didn't want to kill, but to be honest … it's very stupid."
"Those villains will not thank him just because he showed mercy. He is just causing trouble for himself."
Alfred was not angered by Saber's mockery. He only frowned.
"He is not willing to reveal his whereabouts in the last year. I have investigated everywhere but could not find out anything about his past. Frankly speaking, this makes me very worried. Saber, can you understand this worry?"
"Hehe, an organization trained a self-exiled Young Master into a killing machine. What is their goal? Why did they let Bruce come back? Is it because he has a mission or because he parted ways with the organization? "
Seiber extinguished the cigarette in his hand by the window and broke into a smile.
"Based on my experience, your young master thinks that the past is over. However, this often means that more troublesome matters are about to begin. You better have a talk with your proud young master. Perhaps he knows who his opponent is, but he is unwilling to tell you … He thinks that he can handle it himself. However, based on the information I have gathered so far, he can't … This is truly a big problem."
"What do you mean?"
Alfred frowned. "Tell me in detail."
Saber glanced at him and pursed his lips. "Afo, you and I both know that you don't have to say so much to a person you just met. So before I tell you my information, can you tell me why you are telling me this?"
Afo's face showed a meaningful smile. Saber waited for a few seconds, but Afo did not respond. He pursed his lips.
"That is why I hate dealing with old foxes like you the most. Then tell me the truth, I want that armor … Don't look at me like that! I am not taking advantage of you. The storm is coming, and I can't escape. I have to find a way to increase my strength. That armor is good. And don't you need to spend money to get information? "
Hearing Saber's shameless words, Afo laughed.
"No, no, no, Mr. Saber, you saved the Young Master's life. That is much more expensive than a set of armor. What I mean is that your body shape is different from the Young Master's. That armor is not suitable for you. If you need it, you can ask Lucius to make one for you, but …"
Afo's gaze became serious. At this moment, he had the aura of a veteran who had experienced life and death. Saber subconsciously leaned back.
"But you have to think carefully, Mr. Saber. The friendship of the Wayne family is very precious in Gotham. Based on what you have done in the past few days, you are a dangerous person who likes to stay in the dark. If the Young Master is stubborn, you will become enemies sooner or later."
Saber's eyes narrowed again. He knocked on the window and answered casually.
"Don't worry, Afo. When the time comes, I will let your Young Master go. At least before this matter is over, I won't be crazy enough to offend two people that I can't afford to offend."
Afo's face showed a smile again. He even made a joke.
"Oh, why do you think that you will let him go and not that he will return your life? For the Young Master now, his destructive power is much stronger than yours, isn't it? "
Seber laughed as well. After laughing, his expression froze as he said in a serious tone, "That's right, you're right.
"But he won't kill … When I kill someone, I don't hesitate."
Alfred's smile disappeared, but after a moment, he shook his head.
"Sigh, forget it. You can deal with your own matters. Don't forget what you promised me. Now, tell me what you know."
Saber also cooperated and skipped the previous topic. His finger jumped on the window as if he was organizing his words. After a moment, he opened his mouth.
"Erm, maybe it's just my imagination, but after I saved him, I kept having the feeling that this wasn't the first time Bruce had experienced something like this. In fact, I was also injured by the Fear Poison earlier today, but …"
Saber said until here and paused.
"In short, I can feel that Bruce is using a special method to resist the emotions and senses that are severely magnified. If it wasn't for his own persistence, I'm afraid he would have collapsed before your arrival."
Saber looked at Alfred.
"And I know that the person who created this kind of Fear Gas is the lackey of an organization called the Alliance of Shadow Warriors. In other words, Bruce might have come into contact with the Alliance of Shadow Warriors before, and this time, the Alliance of Shadow Warriors' goal is to completely destroy Gotham. If our thoughts are bolder, my guess is …"
"Your Young Master might be the vanguard sent by the Shadow Warriors. Uh, but judging from his style of doing things, this doesn't seem very likely. Then, let me put it another way. Although I don't know what kind of relationship he has with the Shadow Warriors, I can guess that they might continue to find trouble with him because of what happened in the past. But if I were you …"
Saber raised a finger and then clenched it tightly into a fist.
"I'll be prepared for anything! When they come, I'll give them a good punch in the face! "
Alfred was silent for a moment, then he nodded.
"Thank you for your information, Mr. Saber. I'll consider your opinion carefully, but I want to know, will you be involved?"
Saber immediately understood what Afo meant. He shrugged.
"My contract with my father ends tomorrow, which means that I'm going to lose my job soon. Also, there's a 'small' conflict between me and the Shadow Warriors, so if there's enough money, I might be willing to join. Do you understand? Afo, as a mercenary! "
"Oh, mercenary? That's a great analogy. I was a mercenary when I was young, so let's talk like a mercenary. Saber, what does the Wayne family have to pay to hire you? "
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