East Side Fourth Street was a bustling commercial street.
The last time Jean and Scott took Laura to buy clothes, they came here.
If the dark alley was compared to a woman who lost her footing,
Fourth Street could be regarded as a social flower of the upper class.
Whether they were pure or not, at least they looked more reserved. The meaning of this paragraph was that the Terminator Bar was opened here, and it was a decent place.
Even if the people who went in and out of here had LSD in their pockets, they were still high with their friends.
By the time Harry arrived on his bicycle, all the fights had already ended.
Neville was sitting on the curb in the distance, holding his head and sighing. He didn't get up when he saw him.
My God! Could it be that this child was also affected? Harry quickly parked his bicycle next to a row of Cadillacs and Maseratis.
Then he walked over and asked, "What's wrong? Are you hurt? "
Neville frowned.
He stretched out a hand to Harry. "Pull me up first."
He was so scared that his legs turned to jelly! Harry pulled Neville up. "Where are Warren and Côte?"
Neville raised his finger and pointed. "They were taken inside."
Harry looked left and right.
Then he shook Neville's arm. "Did you point the wrong way?"
Neville shook his head and sighed.
"The person who fought with Warren was a guest of the Sabertooth Bar across the street.
And the owners of the two bars seemed to know each other.
So after the fight, they went to the Sabertooth Bar to mediate. By the way … "Neville raised his head blankly.
He looked at Harry and said, "I think I saw Mr. Todd and Mr. Card Emperor …"
Harry laughed.
He thought, "What's the original name of the Sabertooth Bar?"
Although Neville said that he was mediating,
But looking at the murderous atmosphere around them,
I'm afraid that the bar is not going to be a friendly negotiation.
At the very least, he had to knock the Jade Annulus of He Clan on his head.
Harry pondered for a moment and asked Neville to stay where he was. He quietly went to the side of the bar and leaned against the curtains to listen for a while. He could only hear voices, shouts, and the faint sound of metal colliding. It was a frightening sound.
Only then did Harry remember that even though they had lost their superpowers, they still had some skills! Not to mention their brains being smashed out, even their arms and legs being dislocated would probably be of an ordinary scale. Snape's words made a lot of sense. Without magic, he would only be able to fight against one Derek, and even if Ron joined the fight, it would still be difficult.
Harry swallowed his saliva when he heard the noise inside getting louder and louder. He went to the back door of the bar and found that it wasn't locked. There wasn't even anyone guarding it.
Could it be that they had all gone to "mediate"? Harry was suspicious as he tiptoed through the back door. He only heard more obvious noises. It seemed that the people inside had broken down. Perhaps a second fight had already started. Harry walked all the way from the back door to the toilet and then to the utility room. He didn't meet anyone and felt even more nervous. He couldn't help but feel for a thin steel pipe in the utility room. Thinking about it, he still felt uneasy, so he felt for a broken helmet that someone had thrown there and put it on. He was still worried, so he searched around again and found a mop. He tore off the mop, and now he had two rods. When these two rods were wielded, no one would be able to get close to him within a few meters. With the helmet protecting his head, even if he couldn't fish out Warren and Côte, he could at least protect himself.
In fact, Harry thought about it. Instead of tearing off the mop, he could take it to the toilet and mop it up. Perhaps its defensive power and area of protection would be greatly increased, but this was a story for another day.
Dragging the two rods through a narrow corridor, Harry saw a curtain. Outside the curtain, there were shouts and cheers. It seemed that this was the "mediation" room. Harry didn't dare to act rashly. He used the steel pipe to lift up the curtain a little and looked outside through the gap. What he saw scared Harry so much that he dropped his equipment and went back to the city.
The scene outside was completely unsuitable for children. It was quite heinous. It was a scene that only appeared in Cult movies and B-rated movies. From Harry's angle, he could see the dance floor of the bar. However, there were several layers of onlookers between him and the dance floor. They were either bare-chested, shaved bald, or had tattoos of mantis shrimp on their arms and nape. Every one of them was shouting and cheering with flushed faces. On the other side, there was also a small group of people who were shouting and betting chips. The banker was Mr. Card Emperor. What made them so agitated was naturally the two people fighting in the middle of the dance floor. One of them was bare-chested. Harry could recognize Warren from his chest, and the other …
Harry rubbed his eyes and wiped his glasses. He said in surprise, "Jason Todd?"
A man passing by with a bottle of wine happened to notice the commotion. He lifted the curtain and laughed. "Hey, kid, what are you playing … uh, an explosion-proof game?"
Harry blushed and hurriedly threw away the steel pipe and wooden rods. When he took off his helmet, he suddenly realized that the blond man with blue eyes in front of him looked a little familiar. However, he probably hadn't seen him before. It wasn't until he threw the helmet on the ground that he thought of Scott. Then, from Scott, he thought of Logan, and finally, Logan pointed to …
"You're Ryan Reynolds! Ah, that's not right! "Harry slapped himself on the forehead." You're Wade Wilson? "
Wade smiled in surprise. "Hey, you know me? What's going on? Have I become so handsome that everyone knows I'm handsome? "
Harry shook his head honestly. "No, I just know Logan."
"Old Wolf?" Wade reached out and pulled Harry out from behind the curtain. As he walked, he said, "So, you're here for Old Wolf? Wow, I know he's dating a young man, but I didn't expect him to be so young. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is this a pedophile? It should be, right? So, can I blackmail him? "
Harry was speechless as he pulled Wade's hand off his shoulder. "I'm not Logan's girlfriend, and if we're talking about pedophilia, Mr. Wilson, I'm afraid you and Peter, hmm?"
Wade looked shocked. "You know my little Pete?"
"I know Pete Parker, not your little Pete." Harry held his forehead. Seeing that Wade was about to open his mouth, he quickly interrupted him. "Mr. Wilson, may I know what's going on here? I mean, this should be a bar, not a fight club, right? "Harry asked, pointing in the direction of the dance floor.
"Well … Hehe, come with me." Wade chuckled and led Harry all the way to the gambling table of the Ace of Cards. This place happened to be facing an opening in the crowd, so the gamblers could shout and cheer crazily here. When Harry was forced to sit down by Wade, he happened to see Warren get punched by Jason. At the same time, he heard Côte's exclamation.
The Ace of Cards was looking at the scene seriously and did not notice Harry's arrival. However, Harry was surprised to find that there was another person he knew. "Senior Baines?"
James Baines, who did not lose an arm, was subconsciously shuffling two decks of poker cards. After hearing Harry's voice, he turned to look at him. At first, he was surprised at his age. Then, he shrugged and smiled. "Grimm High School? I've already graduated. You don't have to call me senior. "
Baines, who was not a Winter Soldier, looked a lot gentler. Harry smiled at him.
At this time, the Ace of Cards also turned his head. When he saw his student, he was surprised. "Potter? What are you doing here? "
Harry pointed to the dance floor with a bitter face. "The one getting beaten up is my friend. Also, Mr. Lebo, the one with a nervous face over there is Côte Wagner. He's also my senior."
The Ace of Cards said, "Oh." Then, he stood up and looked around the scene, as if to confirm that there were no other students present.
Harry elbowed Wade. "So what's going on? Didn't you say that Warren and the guests in the bar got into a fight? Could it be that the gang fight has changed to a turn-based system? "
Wade grinned, looking quite evil — even though he now looked like Ryan Reynolds. Then, he pointed to a corner. "There, that's the kid who fought with your friend!"
Harry took a closer look. Holy shit! Three punk boys with dyed red hair were tied up tightly and thrown into a corner. From the looks of it, each of them was missing a few teeth.
Wade explained, "They, hehe, were flirting with the girls in the bar across the street and were beaten up by your friend. They were kicked all the way from the Terminator to the entrance of the Saber-Toothed Tiger. In the end, that big guy …" Wade raised his finger and pointed at a burly man who was watching the fight. "He bumped into them and saw that the girls were scared out of their wits. Your friend looked, hehe, more arrogant. They misunderstood each other and started fighting …"
Harry stared at the big guy for a long time. The more he looked, the more familiar he looked.
Wade continued to explain, "They were fighting fiercely at the entrance. Victor (Saber-Toothed Tiger's real name, Victor Creed) and Slade didn't see eye to eye. He thought that Slade had sent them to challenge him. So, he dragged everyone into the fight. Slade took advantage of the situation and joined in. So, he blinded Caraca."
Harry could imagine what kind of chaotic fight it was. He rubbed his temples and shook his head. "So, after they had a good fight, they realized it was a misunderstanding. So, they gathered together to fight?"
"Bingo!" Wade smirked and slapped a few chips on the table. "I bet on Jason Todd!"
"Get out!" The Ace of Cards pushed him away. "Let's start the next round."
On the other side, Warren and Jason had finished fighting. Warren looked like the loser. He was lying on the Côte and shouting for drinks.
Harry wasn't in a hurry at all. He sat down to see who would fight who in the next round. He pulled a fruit plate from the table next to his.
One of the people who went up was the big guy that Wade had pointed out earlier. Not only was he tall and majestic like a giant beast, but his face was also ferocious and ugly, like a disfigured beast. The other person was also tall and muscular. His hair was slightly gray and he wore an eye patch. Harry could recognize him. He was Death Knell Slade Wilson.
Wait a minute … Harry looked up in confusion. "Mr. Wilson, are you related to the owner of the Terminator Bar? I mean, aren't both of your surnames Wilson? "
Wade laughed and messed up Harry's hair with one hand. "You mean Slade? He's my brother!"
They really are brothers! Harry turned his head to grab his hair and heard Wade say, "But … I don't like that guy, so I'm working as a bodyguard at Victor's bar."
Harry was speechless. That was great. Wade Wilson and Slade Wilson didn't get along, and Logan and Victor didn't get along. However, Logan had a good relationship with Wade, and Wade worked in Victor's bar …
The fight had started on the dance floor. Both of them were vicious and lethal. It was more to the audience's liking than the previous round. The two piles of chips before the Ace of Cards were piled up like small hills. Harry finally remembered who the big guy was: Maffo, Maffo from the City of Sin. No wonder he would fight with Warren over a girl.
With that in mind, Harry realized that there were quite a number of unfamiliar faces in the bar. The few girls in the corner looked like Marsha's underlings. There were a few who looked like people from Gotham. Could the few who were fighting in the corner be Arkham's friends?
While his mind was wandering, the door of the bar was kicked open. Before the crowd noticed, Harry turned around and saw a slender and handsome man standing at the door. There were a few people behind him, and one of them was a fat man who was shivering. It was Neville.
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