In the end, Saber still managed to get his beer and a small plate of pasta. It was the supper that his father had left for him.
The young man wolfed down the food that was not very tasty, while his father wiped his glass again. On the ground behind them, three corpses lay in different places. His father opened the window, and the smell of blood in the small bar had long been swept away by the night air.
In fact, those who had never seen a bullet pierce through a human body would find it hard to believe that there was so much blood flowing out of a human body. It was like a small red pool, disgusting, pungent, and filled with the smell of death.
"Phew … I feel like I've come back to life! Thank you, Pops. "
Saber picked up the tissue beside him and wiped his mouth. He then took a big gulp of beer and slammed the empty glass on the table, letting out a carefree moan.
"One more!"
"No more. You just killed two people in my territory for some spare change. You're a real villain. You're even wearing clothes that were taken from the dead. You're like a bad person from head to toe. Look at your eyes, you don't have the slightest bit of regret …"
Saber's father's eyes flashed with a trace of disgust. Although he said that he did not, he still turned around to get a large glass of beer for Saber. He scolded him rudely, "Get out of my sight after you finish this. Oh right, before you leave, take care of the corpses. I don't want that bastard Jamie to cause trouble for me."
"Jamie?"
Saber's hand tapped lightly on the cold handle of the glass. His voice carried a trace of fatigue. Everything that had happened before was stuffed into his mind, making him feel a little muddled. He desperately wanted to sleep. He yawned and picked up the glass.
"What a lousy name. It sounds like a gay guy."
"That's right, Jamie. He's the boss of this area. He's a piece of trash from the Russian mafia. He's a ruthless character. Out of the ten people who went missing, at least seven of them are related to him."
His father's lips curled into a malicious smile. "Guess who his new enemy is?"
Saber turned around to look at the three corpses, then tilted his head and looked at his father. "So these bastards with the disgusting black devil tattooed on their arms are that gay guy's subordinates? That's too bad, isn't it? Even an old man who can be blown away by the wind can take care of them. "
This malicious answer made his father snort coldly. He turned his face away and ignored Saber who was snickering.
"Has anyone told you that when you open your mouth, you're a real bastard?"
"Many people have told me that …"
A complicated expression flashed across Seber's face. In the end, he flicked his finger and said, "Forget it, it's boring to talk to an old man like you. I'll leave after I ask a few questions. Consider it my reward for helping you solve this problem. It's fair, isn't it?"
"Hey! Young man, I'm the one who took care of the last problem! "
His father knocked on the table in dissatisfaction, then took out a cigarette from Saber's box. He took a puff and put it out. "Bah, that's just a woman's thing. Also, what right do you have to say that they're my problem? Maybe they're my guests? "
After saying that, the old man took out a tobacco pipe from the counter. It looked like a MacArthur corn pipe. After lighting it up, the spicy smell woke Seiber up. He put out the cigarette in his hand and picked up a coin. He played with it on his finger as he said, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"At two o 'clock in the morning, three tattooed hooligans with weapons were sitting in a bar with only one old man. This bar was on the street closest to the port. There were even night workers at the port. Your place should be bustling with business, but it's so deserted. Do you want me to continue?"
Elder Father let out a low chuckle. The rain outside the window seemed to have gotten heavier. It slammed against the window, and the old-fashioned ceiling fan above his head creaked noisily. He took a puff of his cigarette, and the top of the pipe lit up with a red glow. Amidst the smoke, he spoke.
"A smart man … There aren't many people like you in Gotham. Ask away, what do you want to know?"
"Where is this place? What time is it? "
His father looked at Saber, who had his head lowered, and said loudly, "This is Gotham. You must be from another city, right? This is not a good place. Now … "
The old man turned around and looked at the clock on the wall. "2: 37 pm."
"No, I'm asking which country is this? What's the date today? Forget it, give me today's newspaper! "
Before Saber could finish, he saw the newspaper his father had placed on the bar counter. He reached out and opened it. Thanks to the knowledge he had learned before, English was not difficult for him. However, the first line of bold words that greeted his eyes made Saber frown.
"Bruce Wayne has been resurrected? The son of Gotham has finally returned after missing for seven years! "
"The division of Stark Industries has been completed. Can the 22-year-old son of a tycoon take on the big responsibility?"
"During the California riots, the Mutant Radical Organization has requested Congress to face the discrimination against Mutants!"
At the bottom of the last piece of news, there was a large colored picture. It was a young man with his arms open and spitting fire. Beside him, ordinary people were running for their lives.
Saber's eyes quickly turned to the top right corner of the newspaper. There, a black time stopped, as if mocking him for being slow.
"July 13, 2000 … What a terrible day."
Seeing that Saber suddenly fell silent, Father Saber didn't know how to continue the conversation. Fortunately, after a few seconds, Saber raised his head again, looked at his father, and asked a question that made him not know whether to laugh or cry.
He pointed at the bolded news article in the newspaper and the picture of the handsome young man wearing sunglasses, and asked with some doubt.
"Is this Wayne Industries very famous in this area? Who is this young man? "
Father looked at Saber as if he was looking at an alien. He took out the pipe in his mouth. "You don't even know this? Looks like you really came from a remote place. You didn't sneak in, did you? "
"Stop joking, okay?"
Saber rolled his eyes. It was obvious that he wasn't in a good mood. Father pondered for a moment, then said straightforwardly.
"That young man is Bruce Wayne, the successor of Wayne Industries. Wayne Industries is Gotham's largest financial group. More than one-tenth of Gotham's citizens rely on it for a living. Everyone in Gotham knows him. When he disappeared seven years ago, we all thought he was dead. We didn't expect him to come back. He's a real playboy, a socialite. When he came back, he held a few banquets. He's a very energetic and generous young man … Hmm, how do I put it? He's going to be my boss soon! "
"Hmm?"
Seiber's eyes flashed as he heard his father continue to tidy up the glasses as he spoke.
"That son of a bitch, Jamie, thinks I'm going to be a sacrifice for him to show his power? No, no, no, I'm not that stupid. This bar is worth a lot of money! I've always known that. That's why I have to find a decent successor for my old buddy. Bruce Wayne is pretty good, isn't he? His company is going to be listed soon. They want to revive the business of Gotham Harbor. They need a lively harbor. If they want it to be lively, they need a place to pass the time. "
As he spoke, Father proudly placed the pipe back in his mouth. He was talking to a stranger he had just met for less than an hour.
"Jamie will never expect that the person standing before him is just a dying old man, but three days later, he will know how wrong he is. He is going up against the richest playboy in Gotham. Those big shots only need to move their fingers, and the gang that he is so proud of will disappear into thin air. Then, he will know that he is nothing more than a stray dog that scavenges for food from the trash!"
"Fufu …"
Father who was getting more and more agitated leaned back on the chair. He reached out and unbuttoned his second button, revealing a corner of the tattoo on his chest. "I'm old and can't hold a gun anymore. But not just any stray dog can take a piece of meat from me! Everyone thought I'd lose, that I'd die. But they don't know why I've been holding on for a month. I'm not someone who doesn't fight back! "
Hearing Father puff out the second smoke ring, Saber tapped his finger on the bar counter. He raised his head and looked at Father who was also staring at him.
"You don't have to say so much to a stranger of unknown origins. So let's be honest. What do you need me to do? And what can I get in return? For the sake of this glass of wine, I think we can work together like before. "
"Hahaha, you scoundrel who takes money from the dead!"
Father leaned over and placed his left hand on the table. "Fortunately, I was like that when I was young. But now that I'm old, it's just a matter of a bullet for them to deal with me. You're right, Jamie's patience has run out. If it wasn't for you tonight, I'm afraid the one on the floor would be me. One of my recent buddies stole five hundred dollars from me and ran away. So in the last three days, as well as the few days of the contract transfer, I need a new and ruthless helper to stand by my side. As for what you can get … let me think."
Papa Christian tapped his forehead with his finger.
"Ten thousand dollars and an identity that will allow you to integrate into Gotham. You have to know that even though the law and order of this place is terrible, even though gangs run rampant, even though dozens of people die every day, even though it's rotten to the core, there's still order. At least on the surface, an identity can save you a lot of trouble, especially for someone like you who's completely unregistered."
"Oh, sounds like a good place."
Saber mumbled. His finger tapped on the slightly old bar counter. Finally, he extended a finger and waved it in front of his eyes.
"An identity and fifty thousand dollars, I can guarantee that not even a fly can get close to you. You have to know, Pops, your life is very valuable, isn't it? There are people who can fight everywhere, but it's not easy to find someone as ruthless as me. "
"Hahahahaha, you really are a bad egg!"
Pops stood up, took out a bunch of keys from the bar counter and tossed them to Saber. He then said meaningfully, "Gotham will be heaven to you … Now, get rid of those disgusting corpses! Then go to the third floor and sleep. Tomorrow morning at nine o 'clock, you'll start work! And I hope you can be a smart person, Saber. At least until Jamie is killed, we're on the same side. Remember that. "
Saber took the keys and scratched his head.
"Is there a rope here? Boss, and how do you guys deal with these things? My previous habit was to tie them with rocks and throw them into the sea. Once and for all, easy and happy. "
"… Oh, what a coincidence, so do we!"
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