In the Old Gun Bar, the table facing the entrance had been moved to the center of the hall. It was filled with all kinds of food. There were fragrant meats, fresh vegetables, steaming soup, exquisite pastries, and freshly steamed rice.
It looked like a normal family dinner, but the amount of food was shocking.
Saber sat at the front of the table, holding a pair of chopsticks that he had made the night before as he slowly ate.
There was no doubt that he was the one who made all of this. After gaining the ability to control the healing energy in his body, his tolerance towards hunger had increased. Of course, it was mostly because he was using the right amount of energy to heal his wounds. Instead of going all out every time, the energy stored in his body would not be depleted so quickly.
He was wearing a dark red battle armour. The bloodstains on it had been wiped clean. His mask was also wiped clean and placed at the side. Under the dim light, he looked very mysterious.
The only sound in the hall was the sound of chopsticks and chewing. From the frequency of the chewing, this guy definitely had a good appetite. As for why he was wearing this battle armour to eat, it was not because he had any strange fetishes. Saber was waiting, waiting for the arrival of an uninvited guest.
He did not know who it was. Perhaps it was Gordon, perhaps it was some heavy-duty police, or perhaps it was someone who knew his identity. Based on Saber's previous experience, with such a big incident tonight, it would not be easy to get through. There would definitely be a lot of trouble.
Fortunately, Klein was dead and Rachel was saved. The result was not bad. At most, he would just leave Gotham. After all, his father, Catherine and Robin would not be back anytime soon. Even if the sky fell, there would be someone tall to hold it up. He would be happy to be alone.
Of course, he did not think that he could break out of the encirclement alone with two knives. On the left side of his chair, there was an automatic rifle. This was his trophy from Arkham. There were also two fully loaded magazines on the chair. On the right side of the chair were the things he had obtained when he first arrived at Gotham. An M9, a Colt, and two extra magazines.
With these in hand and the battle armour, as long as there were no more than 30 people, Saber felt that he had a high chance of leaving safely.
Just like he said, he was not Batman. When he killed, he would not hesitate. When it came to killing for freedom, Saber would definitely be ruthless. No matter who it was, the moment they stood in front of him, they would have another name, enemy!
Do we need to be merciful to our enemies?
When a determined person was prepared to face anything, there was no need for words. He sat calmly at the table, picked up some vegetables with his chopsticks and put them into his mouth. Then, he took a spoonful of rice and ate with relish. The warmth and comfort of the food entering his body made Saber, who had just experienced a massacre, calm down.
He was like a man in a sage's time, even thinking like a philosopher.
"Hum"
The lights in the room went out. Saber's chopsticks and chewing stopped for a second. However, he shook his head and ignored it. He picked up another piece of beef and put it into his mouth.
Even the movement and frequency of his eating did not change.
A black shadow fell from the sky and landed in front of the table. The style of his battle armour was very similar to Saber's, but it was as black as the night. There was also a wide and soft cloak. When necessary, the cloak could expand into the shape of a dragon's wings. The most eye-catching thing was his bat-shaped helmet, which looked special in the dark.
For people who were panicking, they might feel a kind of … fear.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
Batman stood in front of the table full of food and waited for two minutes. One of them was standing, while the other was sitting. He looked at Saber. During these two minutes, he did not even change a bit. He just ate quietly as if no one was around.
This was definitely not a fake calmness. Bruce, who had been a criminal for six years, could easily tell that the guy in front of him was really calm.
In fact, Bruce had a feeling that if he did not speak, the man before him would just sit there and finish all the food on the table. He did not cross half the city in the middle of the night to come to this small bar to watch a man eat!
Therefore, he took the initiative to break the silence. "Two hours ago, you killed 27 people. In front of at least 300 people, you pushed Gotham's most famous psychiatrist and psychiatrist down from the 5th floor. You even set Arkham on fire. The smoke and fire and the knife in your hand heavily injured another 33 people. Tell me, Saber, did I give you this armor to make you a butcher?"
Saber did not answer immediately. He first swallowed the side dish in his mouth and drank a mouthful of soup. He smacked his lips and picked up a handkerchief from the table to wipe his mouth. Then, he picked up a cigar that was treasured by his father and lit it with a lighter. When the first whiff of fragrant smoke came out, he raised his head and let out a satisfied moan.
"But two hours ago, I saved a dying lady, a righteous prosecutor, your girlfriend, your dearest. I also saved Gotham's last brave and righteous police officer. As for Klein, come on, Bruce, don't tell me you don't know who he is … Those lunatics, if they didn't stand in my way, would I have killed them?"
Seiber pursed his lips.
"I'm not a murderer or a lunatic. Also, I bought this armor with my own money!"
He reached out to take the cigar from his mouth and straightened his body. He supported his chin with both hands and looked at Batman who was glaring at him with a meaningful gaze.
"You see, they are the unstable elements of this city, aren't they? Even before they became lunatics, they were Falconi's thugs and murderers. Punishing evil is promoting good! Bruce, I'm doing a good deed … and I've really done a good deed. In your heart, Rachel or Klein, who is more important? "
Batman hid in the darkness and did not answer immediately. Saber leaned back in his chair and raised a finger.
"Bruce, are you sure you've figured it all out? Do you really understand why you came to me? Is it because I killed those scum and villains who should have gone to hell? "
"You think I shouldn't have killed them, right? I should have thrown them to the useless police. I should have turned a blind eye to Rachel's cry for help. I should have looked on coldly from the sidelines when Gordon was in a desperate situation. Then, I should have left all of this to you, right? "
Saber put the cigar in his mouth and stood up from the chair. He put his hands on the table and leaned forward.
"Do you really think I'm willing to care about these stupid things?"
"Do you really think I'm willing to get involved in your business?"
"Bruce! I saved the woman you love the most, I saved people with a conscience, I punished the real evil, and you f * cking came here in the middle of the night to ask me what I think? "
"What I think is …"
Saber took off the cigar and threw it on the ground. He looked coldly at the tall figure in front of him.
"Are you f * cking crazy? Do you really know what you're doing? In my opinion, you're as childish as a child! "
"Bang"
Bruce slammed his fist on the table, causing the soup to splatter everywhere. Syber's provocation had successfully angered him. He took a step forward and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.
"You did those things with a kind heart, but you didn't have to kill them! What's the difference between you and those thugs who committed crimes? You're even more hateful than them! Thugs only take money, but you took their lives!!! "
"What did you go through? What made you so disdainful of life? Ask yourself, do you really have the right to judge them and take their lives? "
"Saber, you could have done better than to become a villain who slaughters in the name of justice! You didn't use your power well! "
"Bang"
Saber's hands grabbed the edge of the table and pushed it out fiercely. The entire table full of food flew to one side. The soup, the plates, the chopsticks, and the containers that held the food smashed on the floor. It was like a destructive concert.
"You're exercising justice to take revenge on the criminals who killed your parents. You're just doing it to satisfy the anger in your heart. I don't need to cover it up. I won't exercise damned justice just for revenge and anger!"
"F * ck justice! What I did was my justice! "
"Don't use your standards to measure me. You lost your parents, you're pitiful, you have psychological trauma, you're afraid of bats, but you're a f * cking crazy, I'm not! I'm a normal person, I have my own emotions. It's my own business who I want to kill. I think they deserve to die! I think their existence is unfair to others! "
"I'll kill whoever touches me! I'll cut off the hand of whoever touches my cheese! "
Seiber walked in front of Bruce and raised his head to look at him. He reached out and grabbed the collar of Bruce's armor.
"Tell me, Bruce, as a person who also uses violence and fear to solve problems, who the f * ck are you to control me?"
"I won't kill anyone!"
Batman reached out and slapped Saber's hand away from his collar. "I won't let myself become a murderer! I've understood all the darkness and evil, I've walked among them, but I'll never become them! I have compassion, you don't! It makes you and me different! "
"So, this is the difference between us … I don't understand. As two men, why don't we settle this dispute in a more straightforward and manly way?"
Saber slowly covered his face with the dark red mask in his left hand. In the dark hall, his eyes flashed with a trace of coldness. His hands reached behind him, and two slender straight blades fell to the side of his body.
"I thought it would be a group of fully armed police officers … But you can do it too. Come, Bruce, let me see how far your compassion can take you? Can your compassion help you defeat me?! Let me see how far you can carry out your creed. "
"Let me see if your strength is enough for you to talk nonsense in front of me!"
Bruce's eyes flashed with indifference under the bat helmet. He lowered his arms and swung them gently. Six sharp L-shaped blades appeared on the left and right of his gauntlet.
"Then come at me, loser!"
Bang!
The long blade in his left hand slashed horizontally, but it was blocked by Bruce's gauntlet. He raised his leg and kicked Bruce's left leg. Batman's other fist also smashed into his chest.
Both of them groaned at the same time and retreated.
There was nothing fancy about it. Both of them were fighting masters, and their fighting style was straightforward.
"I've seen too many people like you in that organization, Saber. They think they can do whatever they want with their strength, but they can't!"
Bruce charged at his opponent, his low voice echoing in the hall of Old Gun Bar.
"Strength must be limited by rules. You can never escape from these rules. You have to respect your strength, and not use it to bring death."
Bang!
The blades he swung with both hands were blocked by Saber's crossed blades. The young man's body took two steps back. He moved his wrists and revealed a sinister smile under his gauntlet.
"I'm willing! What can you do about it? "
"Then you'll bleed, and you'll feel pain!"
Poof!
He increased the strength of his left arm and broke through the blade, leaving a bloody gash on Seb's neck. If it was just a little bit more to the side, it would have directly cut through his windpipe. However, with the replenishment of his energy, the warm energy quickly flowed throughout his body, and the blood stopped flowing.
Poof!
An eye for an eye. The sharp blade grazed Bruce's arm. The fast flowing blade tore through the armor, and the same blood appeared. Under the gauntlet, Saber licked his lips.
"Sorry, I've never been afraid of pain since I was young!"
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