The 'attack' on Narrow Island was a hot topic. Gotham's local TV station had been broadcasting news about the usually forgotten slum for three consecutive days. Many locals frowned and thought for a long time before realizing that there was such a place in the bustling city of Gotham.
More than 30 people died. Among them were Gotham's most famous doctor and the director of Arkham. There was also the former king of Gotham's underworld, Falconi, who ruled over half of Gotham for more than 20 years. It was said that a bullet pierced through his heart. When people found him, his body was almost empty of blood. It was a horrible death.
It was said that the entire city's sewers were poisoned by a group of criminals with ulterior motives. However, Gotham's government immediately stood up to refute the rumors. They said that the city's drinking water was not damaged. The old mayor even drank a mouthful of water from the reservoir during the live broadcast to prove the safety of the city.
Of course, there were also some legends among the people. Something like Batman, something like the Red Devil, etc. However, no one stood up to clear their names. Rachel, who knew everything, returned to her workplace quietly. She was surprised to find that her superior, the man who almost became her boyfriend, had been missing for almost 4 days.
Explosion, gunfight, death toll, fire, etc. These words seemed to have triggered the G-spot of the upper-class people who usually put on airs. There were all kinds of comments, and all kinds of people who had never heard of before jumped out in front of the TV screen. They were pointing fingers at each other, and others were pointing fingers at others.
The stagnant Gotham had become the talk of the town because of this regrettable incident. Even the Gotham Police Station, which was the representative of 'incompetence' in this incident, stood up to symbolically strengthen the security of the entire city. At that moment, the city seemed to have regained some semblance of order.
However, in places where the sun did not shine, it was still dark. There were even worse things happening than before.
Bang!
Boss Jamie, whose face was bruised and swollen, was lifted up by his collar. In his mansion in the deepest part of the dock area, two guards with broken limbs were lying on the luxurious carpet. The back of their heads had traces of being hit by heavy objects. Blood had seeped into the hand-woven wool carpet. After the wool had fully absorbed the blood, even its original color seemed to have been covered.
It was a horrifying blood-red color.
Saber looked coldly at the gang leader who was about to lose consciousness. He curled his lips in disdain. All this time, it was this guy who forced his dad to almost lose everything. He was also the one who found people to ambush him, and almost caused Saber to die in the dark alley of the dock area.
However, Saber did not hate him. There was nothing to hate. He killed his subordinates, so he found someone to take revenge. This was the most normal rule in the underworld. The only thing he hated was that Jamie got him involved in all this mess.
Two days ago, Saber had a talk with Kevin. From him, he found out that it was Jamie who revealed Saber's address to Saber so that he could borrow a knife to kill him. In the end, the knife he borrowed was broken by Saber. Even he himself was standing on the edge of a cliff because of this stupid action.
"You … Who … Who are you!"
Jamie's collar was gripped by Saber's hands. His left arm was hanging in an unnatural way. That was the result of being hit by a beer bottle. His face was full of fist marks, and his eyes were green. That was the result of being punched in the eye socket. The pain was not only physical, but also psychological.
Jamie could not accept that his nest was so easily broken into by a guy with a blood-staunching bandage on his face and a knife. Even though it was night time, even though he had been lax recently because of Falconi's downfall and the stability of the entire dock area, this should not have happened!
In his "private kingdom", this should not have happened!
Saber looked at the gang leader in front of him. He suddenly felt a sense of dullness. It was as if he was used to eating meat and suddenly came back to eat vegetables. This feeling was terrible. He looked at the pitiful Jamie. Seeing him lying on the carpet like an old dog with a broken spine, he lost all interest.
He let go of his hands and let Jamie lie on the ground panting. He turned around and sat on the luxurious sofa. He reached out and opened an unopened bottle of vodka from the table. He sniffed lightly and then took a sip.
That familiar smell was like a cold stream of water that went straight into his throat. Then it turned into a burning flame. He exhaled happily and put the knife in his hand aside.
He did not wear the flashy dark red battle armor. Instead, he wore a black casual outfit. He looked like a skinny Asian. He leaned his arms on the sofa and looked at Jamie.
"You might not believe it … I'm just a waiter at the bar."
Jamie jerked his head up and stared at him. Saber narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers. "That's right. That's the bar you want.
I killed the people you sent. I also killed your brother Boshkin. I also know that you sent four gunmen to get rid of me. You know, there's nothing wrong with you doing all this. I understand your thinking. This is your territory. You won't allow a force that doesn't belong to you to appear here. I know … but you should never, ever get involved with Klein and his gang. "
Saber put the bottle on the table. He bent down and looked at Jamie.
"You reached out your hand. So I'm going to cut it off!"
He took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa. He shrugged.
"Oh, by the way, Klein is dead. You know that … I was the one who did it!"
"I pushed him down from the fifth floor. Falconi also died in that mess. Look at me, Jamie. Tell me, how are you going to deal with me?"
"How are you going to deal with someone who's more ruthless, fierce, and strong than you?"
The rage in Jamie's eyes was about to boil, but since he and Boshkin were able to work their way from being poor smugglers to the top of Gotham's mafia, he was naturally not a brute. His breathing was ragged, and his vicious mind that did not match his muscular body was filled with all sorts of thoughts.
Finally, he lowered his head and admitted defeat.
"You're willing to tell me so much. It means that you don't want to kill me … I admit defeat. I can't deal with you. I admit defeat! I'll leave Gotham with Boshkin tomorrow. What do you want in exchange for letting me and my brother go? "
"Oh, look, a smart person! There are very few people like you in Gotham now. "
Saber nonchalantly took a swig from the bottle. He shook his head. "You should be glad that there's someone in this city that I can't afford to offend. Alright, go. I'll let you go. However, I'll be fired soon. A jobless person can't survive in this city. I need money … Jamie, you know what I mean, right?"
A look of struggle flashed across Jamie's haggard face. However, when he saw Saber's narrowed eyes, he was reminded of the snowfield wolves that he and Boshkin were born in. They lived in the most remote mountain village in the vast Siberian plains. When they followed the old hunter in the village out to hunt, the two brothers had faced those dangerous beasts more than once.
When facing a hungry snowfield wolf, the best way was to throw the prey that you had painstakingly hunted to it. That way, you wouldn't end up in the mouth of these hungry beasts.
He and his younger brother had done the same thing three to four times. Now, they were just doing it once more.
Jamie heaved a sigh of relief. Facing Saber's gaze, he finally nodded. The pressure instantly disappeared. The Russian felt the change in the atmosphere. He finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Finally … they survived!
For people like them who walked in the dark, surviving was the best outcome, wasn't it? Life was like that. You always had to use something to exchange for something else. It was just a question of whether it was worth it.
Five minutes later, Saber had two cards in his hand. Those were the money for Jamie and Boshkin's lives. He turned back to look at the roof of the mansion. A figure wearing black armor and a black cloak was standing there, facing him.
Saber made a rude gesture at the figure. Then, he strode towards his father's old pickup truck. Moments later, the mansion that was filled with the smell of blood returned to normal. The figure quickly disappeared from the spot.
Saber kept his promise. He didn't kill anyone. Of course, those guards who had their limbs broken might have to use crutches for the rest of their lives. Jamie might even find a way to take revenge. But it didn't matter.
He didn't care about an opponent that he had easily destroyed once. Or rather, if he could take revenge, he would allow others to do the same. He was a very open-minded person. He wouldn't force his opponents to tie up their hands and let him beat them up.
Don't joke around. He wasn't a god!
Driving all the way to Old Gun Bar, Saber rolled down the window. He casually turned on his father's car stereo. The music from the previous century was even softer in the lonely darkness. A unique sense of satisfaction rose from Saber's heart. He even had a fantasy that this quiet atmosphere would never be broken. He liked this feeling.
He liked the solitude of moving forward alone.
That was his former shell, his former face, his former armor. It would protect him. But now, he didn't need that armor anymore. He had his first, second, and third friends. He also had an opponent that he had to surpass. He also had a group of mortal enemies that he didn't know when they would descend from the sky. He also had a large sum of money. It was enough for him to live the rest of his life happily.
His life was already so fulfilling. What more could he ask for?
From the first day he entered this world to this night, under the calm street lights at the docks, Saber felt a sense of satisfaction for the first time.
He felt that he was living like a real person. He was no longer a weapon that would draw blood once it was unsheathed.
This was a dangerous sense of satisfaction. When a beast was full, it would always be at its weakest. Saber knew this principle, but he felt that sometimes, people also needed to be willful.
When he opened the door of the Old Gun Bar, he was thinking about whether he should go on a trip from Gotham to Star City. His father, Catherine, and Robin were all there. He felt that he should go and see them.
Of course, before the crisis was resolved, he would not let them return. Before a warrior went to the battlefield, they had to abandon all emotions. Exposing their weakness in front of a terrifying opponent was something that only an idiot would do.
Saber was not an idiot.
However, the moment he stepped into the dark hall, he quickly pulled out the Colt from his waist and pointed it at the man in black who was sitting on the bar counter. At the same time, two pistols reached out from the darkness. One on the left and one on the right, they were pressed against his head.
The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.
The man in black who was sitting in the darkness poured himself a drink. He was drinking with a straw. He looked at Saber as if he was looking at a very interesting existence. Saber saw a trace of curiosity in his gentle eyes.
"Saber Hawk, don't doubt us. We are here for you."
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