You could question the character of Gotham's biggest playboy, Bruce Wayne, but you couldn't question his taste.
The newly renovated Old Gun Bar was praised by Robin, who could now walk. Although Popo's face was dark, he was very pleased with the classic antique decorations that Bruce hired at a high price. The decorations perfectly retained Popo's aesthetic from the previous century, while adding in a lot of modern decorations. It was a perfect combination, and even the most picky person couldn't find any fault with it.
However, although the bar was renovated, Popo, the owner, fell ill.
The rapid cooling of the weather, coupled with the cold wind at the docks, caused Popo, who was almost 75 years old, to fall ill on the third day after returning to Gotham. He had been recuperating in Saber's villa for the past few days, and Kevin was busy taking care of him. Perhaps he had his own selfish motives, but Popo finally accepted this gloomy young man.
Seeing that The Devil Gang managed the docks so well, he could now be considered a member of the "Christian" family.
However, Saber didn't feel good when he saw Popo, who seemed to have collapsed, and a kind of fear appeared in his heart … Popo was getting more and more used to staying in the house and writing books, as if he had turned from a hot-tempered old man into an ordinary old man.
Saber had a bad feeling. When he saw Popo's waxy yellow skin, the obvious increase in wrinkles on his face, and his hunchback, he knew that he might soon lose the first old man in this world who accepted him.
Therefore, after returning to Gotham, Saber made a decision. During this period of time, he wouldn't do anything. He planned to quietly accompany his "family".
When Kevin walked into the bar, Saber had just finished cooking the last dish of soup on the dining table. Today, he personally cooked. Popo, Robin, Catherine, Chief Gordon, and his youngest daughter, Barbara, were all sitting by the side. When Saber saw Kevin, he waved his hand.
"Go wash your hands and eat."
"Yes."
Kevin responded and walked quickly to the washroom. He no longer had the authority he had in the dock.
His father had a special charisma. He was rude, he was full of vulgarities, he was impatient, and he liked to listen to old-fashioned music. But there was one good thing about him. He would always confide in the people he accepted, regardless of whether they were good or bad. This was something that Kevin could feel.
The young man also respected the old man very much. He quickly sat beside Catherine and Barbara and reached out with a spoon to pick up food for the two little girls. Children were always unable to resist delicious food. The two little lolis of the same age giggled and played. While the old man held Gordon and Robin's hands and performed a long pre-meal prayer, Saber sat at the last seat with a cigar in his mouth.
It was as if the last piece of the map had been filled in.
"Did you get into any trouble in New York?"
Popo drank a bowl of soup and smacked his lips. A satisfied smile appeared on his listless face. He looked at Saber.
"What's going on with Katherine? Why did she make that call? "
Saber skillfully picked up a meatball with his chopsticks and threw it into his mouth. He chewed as he spoke.
"Uh, that was because Catherine's parents wanted to send her to an elite school. I asked the child for her opinion. In the end, she thought that we didn't want her … She just didn't say it clearly."
"Yes, I hope that's the case."
Popo glanced at Saber. He was one hundred percent sure that Saber didn't tell the truth. However, Catherine also kept this matter a secret. In the end, Popo didn't ask. Everyone had their own secrets anyway.
Saber glanced at the little girl who was eating with her head lowered. He knew very well that Catherine didn't tell Popo that she was a mutant. The little girl was afraid that Popo would look at her differently like everyone else. However, in reality, Saber was certain that Popo wouldn't give up on Catherine because of this matter. However, this was the little girl's private matter. Saber couldn't investigate so he let him go.
On the other side, Robin and the very gentlemanly Chief Gordon were also discussing other matters. Kevin took care of the two little girls. The family seemed to be happy and harmonious.
"Sigh, the situation in the city has been a bit bad recently."
Gordon wiped his mouth with a tablecloth. He lit a cigarette for himself and said to Robin with some worry.
"Falconi is dead, but his brother Maloney is trying to rebuild his criminal empire. Now the situation seems to be a bit bad. The whole city is in a mess. There are also those criminals hidden in the crowd. They are all troublesome. There are too few police officers that can be used. Robin, I really hope you can recover quickly. I'm still a little worried about Peter."
"I say, Mr. Chief, my brother is miserable enough. He needs to rest for at least half a year."
Saber scooped a bowl of soup for himself. As he drank, he said, "Isn't there still Batman? Isn't he going to help? "
Gordon glanced at Saber. Among the people sitting here, only he, Saber, and his father knew about Batman's identity. This guy was clearly playing dumb. After a moment, Gordon put down the knife and fork in his hand and said with some regret,
"No matter how strong Batman is, he is only one person. There are eight million people in this city. He can't handle it all. However, recently, there have been some people who have imitated Batman and spontaneously stood up to fight against those troublemakers. It's a little worrying. They haven't received strict training. They are just ordinary people."
"What about Narrow Island?"
Saber put down the bowl of soup and asked in a low voice, "What about the order of Narrow Island? Has it recovered? "
At the mention of this problem, Chief Gordon's head hurt even more. He rubbed his forehead and reached out to take off his glasses. He said with a depressed expression.
"It wasn't easy for us to stabilize the order in the central city. We are doing our best to stabilize the other cities. As for Narrow Island, no one wants to go there. The people inside are all running out. Those who stay are unstable factors. Gambol and Wurz, the two gang leaders, have turned Narrow Island into a battlefield. Their people are fighting there. Old Tim from the eastern city seems to want to join in. It's a mess."
"The most troublesome thing is that there are spies in the police station..."
The chief's voice was filled with frustration. "I don't even know who can believe it now. That bastard Lao Bo left me with such a smelly sieve, and he's still the deputy chief of the police station. It's really disgusting."
"Hmm... Is the situation that bad?"
Robin had just returned to Gotham. This young and promising police officer was a true idealist. Looking at his expression, he could not wait to go back to work and throw all the troublemakers in jail.
"It's worse than you think, child."
Gordon put on his black-rimmed glasses and sighed. "We can only wait for the situation to improve."
“NONONO！ Mr. Chief, your thinking is restricted! Speaking of which, it's better to use another method to deal with these disputes. "
Saber patted his stomach in satisfaction. He leaned against the chair as if he had no bones. He said to Gordon who was looking at him.
"The name of justice is useful most of the time, but there are also times when we need a more cruel method. At that time, it's not appropriate for the police to step in."
"Hmm?"
Gordon looked at Saber in confusion. The latter snapped his fingers.
"Kevin!"
"Oh, I'm here."
The young leader of The Devil Gang who was helping Barbara with food raised his head. He heard his boss say, "Can you manage the narrow island as well as the docks?"
Kevin thought his boss was joking. He chuckled and gave him a thumbs up.
"Of course, throw the drug dealers into the sea, cut off the hands of the murderers and send them to jail. Lastly, break the legs of the thieves. In less than a month, I can guarantee the safety of the narrow island."
Everyone at the table laughed. Only Gordon did not smile. His father and the rest had just returned. They did not know that this young man who looked a little gloomy but smiled shyly did exactly that at the docks. In less than 20 days, the security at the docks had become the best in Gotham.
"Evil people have to be dealt with by evil people, my great Chief Gordon."
Saber blew out a smoke ring. The smile on his face turned playful. "If a good cop like you can't do it, let Kevin do it. You don't have to worry about The Devil Gang. They are all getting paid by Wayne Enterprise. They are just wearing the skin of a gang."
Gordon thought about it. He did not answer immediately.
The chief was over 40 years old. He had long passed the age of hot-bloodedness. He had changed from an idealist to a pragmatist. He wanted to use the limited resources at his disposal to protect the safety of the city, his hometown. There were many scumbags in Gotham, but there were even more innocent civilians.
Now, he cared more about results. As a cop, he could not wait for the scumbags in the city to die. From a certain perspective, Gordon and Batman were the same type of people. They respected justice and did not care about the means to achieve it.
However, Saber's suggestion was too sensational. If word got out, he would lose his position as chief. He took off his glasses and rubbed them in his hand. Finally, he spoke carefully.
"We can't give you that place … The docks are invested by Wayne Industries. It is the city's future economic hub. The city government will turn a blind eye to it, but not the narrow island. We plan to use this opportunity to redevelop it. However, if you can really quell the disgusting fighting there in a few days …"
Gordon put his glasses aside and looked at Saber seriously.
"Can I trust you? Saber … I don't want to see a massacre. "
"Massacre? How can that be! "
Seiber spread out his hands exaggeratedly, and the smile on his face turned cold. "The criminals have already betrayed their civilian identity when they started committing crimes. I don't care about justice here, and I don't have the right to judge them, do I?"
"We're just using our own means to achieve what we want."
Kevin continued Saber's sentence. The young leader of The Devil Gang narrowed his eyes and placed his hands on the table. "This is a personal conflict, Mr. Gordon. The Devil Gang and the Gambol Gang have a conflict of interest. Isn't it normal for villains like us to attack each other?"
"As someone who was born in the narrow island, I also want to see my hometown change."
"As for Gambol and those fellows who refuse to change despite repeated warnings..."
Seiber flexed his fingers and said with interest, "I think Arkham Asylum is very suitable for them. They're obviously suffering from some kind of violent mental illness or something else. Anyway, I don't think a normal person would give up their peaceful life to play a game of 'kill me' with a gun. Leave them to me, I'll turn them into real 'obedient babies'."
He put a finger to his lips and shushed him. He looked at Director Gordon, who was deep in thought.
"You know your prison can't hold them … but I can."
"But why would you do that? Saber, I'm curious. You don't look like a busybody. "
Gordon had made his decision but he still had one last question. Saber shrugged and looked at Catherine and Barbara.
"I can't help it. My troublesome sister is going to transfer to Gotham in a month's time. My old man is so sick that he can be blown away by a gust of wind. My little brother has a broken leg. I don't feel safe leaving those bastards to roam the city. Really …"
He closed his eyes and leaned against the chair. He crossed his fingers and placed them before his chest. The dim light from above shone on his face. The faint darkness covered half of his face.
"For those who make me feel uneasy … I usually take some … hmm, 'coercive measures'."
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