Dick was called over by Neville's 911 call. He followed Harry's instructions and sat at the door to keep a lookout.
However, after waiting for a long time, Harry and Warren did not come out. Only the night wind was getting colder.
So, he imitated Harry and leaned against the window to listen for a while.
He only heard wave after wave of rough shouts, which scared him out of his wits.
He did not dare to enter the tiger's den alone, but at least he remembered that there was a public phone booth on the street.
He ran to call the police. Coincidentally, Dick was on duty, so he rushed over with the night shift.
However, after Dick kicked open the door of the bar, he was also stunned by the joyous "brawl" scene. What happened to the promised river of blood?
"Attention to the people inside! Put down your weapons.
Listen carefully.
Put down your weapons! "
However, only a small number of people noticed Dick's shout. Most of them were watching Maff dodge Slade's flying kick, and they all exclaimed in unison.
Dick had no choice but to greet them and let the night patrol officers who came with him line up in a line.
He fired an empty shot into the sky.
This time, he finally attracted more attention.
However, Muff was knocked down to the ground by Slade.
Two huge men weighing more than two hundred kilograms smashed onto the stage at the same time. The originally sturdy stage immediately cracked with a "clang" sound.
The loud sound drowned out Dick's presence.
Fortunately,
Just as Dick was about to go crazy,
Victor, the bar owner, walked out of the crowd with a half-smile and a cigar. He even pretended to pat Dick's shoulder affectionately and said, "Hey, isn't this Officer Grayson? Why, are you here to take care of my business? "The man with sharp teeth grinned." Unfortunately, we are closed today. "
Dick twitched the corner of his mouth and shook off Victor's hand. He also faked a smile and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Creed. I'm afraid what we have to solve today is not the problem of whether you added water to the wine, but the problem of your organization of a brawl. After all..." Dick pointed to the still excited crowd. "They don't look like they're causing trouble after drinking."
"Brawl?"
Victor only faked a smile and didn't say anything. It was Slade who pushed his way through the crowd and interjected. Not only was he half a head taller than Dick, he was also a shoulder wider than him. When he stepped forward, Dick, who could be considered handsome, suddenly looked weaker. However, Dick frowned slightly and put on a straight face.
"You're saying that my old friend Maffo and I sparred, and that's called a brawl? Does a quarrel between a couple count as disrupting public order, Officer Grayson? "Slade sneered, causing the veins on Dick's forehead to bulge.
However, Richard's words weren't unreasonable. Judging from the scene, although there were a lot of people, they weren't divided into factions. Then, one side would use violent means to suppress the other side, so it didn't meet the conditions of a brawl.
Dick's eyebrows were sharp as he stared at Slade. "Even so, the underground fighting arena is still illegal …"
However, when Dick turned his head to look in the direction of the Card King, there was only a circle of onlookers sitting around the round table, eating melon seeds and fruit. They looked very innocent.
"Then it's considered an illegal assembly …" Dick was so angry that he fell backwards. Fortunately, the patrolmen behind him supported him.
At that moment, Jason, who had been watching from the back, stepped forward. He first reached out and pulled Slade, who was gloating, behind him. Then, he raised his eyebrows and asked Dick, "Promoted?"
"Little Wing …" Finally seeing his brother, Dick forced out two tears of affection. "I …"
Jason only felt that he was disgusting. He turned his head away and didn't look at him. Instead, he picked up the tightly bound punks from the corner and threw them in front of Dick. "Take these punks back. Do a simple check. They've been involved in petty theft, molesting women, stealing and selling porn."
As the patrolmen handcuffed them, they muttered to themselves about the treatment they had received.
Dick continued to tug at Jason. "Little Wing, you have to come home with me."
Jason shook him off and sneered. "Go back to whose house?"
"Bruce's, of course. Uh, if you want to stay in my apartment, that's fine too. But you might have to add an extra bed …"
"Forget it!" Jason decisively interrupted Dick's nagging. "Grayson, listen. I don't care if you want to go to the old man's side, but I. Don't!" Jason avoided Dick's gaze and turned his back. "I'm not his family. Besides, doesn't he already have a replacement? "
"Jason!" Dick frowned. He wanted to reach out and grab Jason, but he was stopped by another arm.
Slade stood between Dick and Jason with a half-smile. He smiled maliciously. "Enough, Grayson. If you touch my boyfriend again, can I say that this is sexual harassment?"
Then, Jason kicked him from behind.
The word "boyfriend" probably angered Dick. The young police officer took a deep breath and turned his head to instruct his companions to bring the punks back first. He then turned back and looked at Slade. "Want to fight?"
Slade laughed out loud. Just as he was about to agree, Jason punched him back. "No."
"Hey, Jie, I've wanted to fight this guy for a long time!"
Dick looked at Jason eagerly, hoping that he would change his mind or something.
In the end, Jason pointed at Slade and said, "He just fought with the big guy. It's not fair to have another fight!" He then pointed at someone in the crowd who was watching the show. "Roy, you do it."
"Me???" Roy Harper (Arsenal), who was enjoying his popcorn, pointed at himself, thinking that he was hallucinating.
"You. Come here!" Jason directly dragged his old friend forward and pushed him in front of Dick. "Hurry up and fight. After the fight, they still have to open for business."
The onlookers were speechless. What business is there in this situation?
However, Harry touched his nose and felt that Jason had played it quite well. Although he was completely biased toward Slade, to be honest, although Slade had just finished a fight and had lost his self-healing ability, from the skills he had just displayed, he might not be at a disadvantage in a fight with the young Nightwing. Jason naturally understood this, which was why he had pushed Roy forward. At least in terms of seniority, Arsenal and Nightwing were on par.
But Roy felt that he was innocent. "Hey! I'm a long-range player! "
"Where can I find peas for you at this time?" Jason said impatiently. "Didn't you change your name to Red Arrow?"
"Then you can just find me a weapon!" Roy spread his hands. "Otherwise, there's no way to fight."
Harry thought to himself, Then you're not as good as Hawkeye. Although he's also a long-range player, he usually directly fights on the field. Just as he was thinking, Wade suddenly darted out and soon came back with two rods. He shouted, "The weapons are here! One for each of you, one for each of you … "As he spoke, he extended a thin steel pipe and a mop stick to Roy and Dick." Here, choose yourselves. "
Roy's expression turned even uglier. He had grown up with Dick and Jason, so he naturally knew that Dick's best cold weapon was a long rod.
Dick also felt that there was no way to fight, but how could the audience, led by Wade, bear to miss such a good show? Someone had already closed the door, and someone else had reopened the bets in the corner …
"Then I'll choose the wooden rod." Dick stiffly took the wooden rod.
Roy smiled bitterly and picked up the steel pipe.
Wade turned around and jumped onto the half-destroyed stage. He gestured for everyone to retreat and make way for the two of them. He then called for the waiter at the bar to bring up the drinks again. "The boss is treating today!"
Victor stomped his feet and cursed, "F * ck, did I hire a security guard?!"
However, the atmosphere became lively as expected. Everyone raised their wine bottles and cheered wildly. Speaking of which, before the police arrived, they were only fighting hand-to-hand. After the police arrived, not only did he personally take over the stage, but it also turned into a fight. This was really interesting.
Thus, this armed melee began with Wade's nonsensical commentary. "Good! Now we can see that the one who made the first move is our very familiar police comrade, Richard Grayson. I mean, he is a police officer, not a comrade. Of course, he could very well be a comrade. Look at this butt! — Not good! Now Grayson's butt has been hit by Roy Harper's steel pipe. Hey, Harper, SM is wrong! — Good! Grayson's staff technique is very skillful. Roy Harper can't get close to him now. Roy Harper, godfather, give him another hit on the buttocks. It'll be great to make an X … Ow! "
Jason kicked Wade off the stage, then took over the microphone and changed his commentary style. "Grayson's long rod is impenetrable. It can be said that he is in a high-level defensive posture. Roy Harper had better take his weapon away first …" Well, this was the first move.
With Jason's off-field support, Roy and Dick were temporarily tied. But this was also because the two of them did not use their full strength. But the onlookers were not happy to watch an exhibition match. Soon, they began to jeer.
"Why is he fighting like a sissy?!"
"If he can't do it, it's my turn!"
"What's the point of fighting with a rod? If you have the ability, use a gun!"
"Isn't a gunfight too much?"
"I mean a gun! The kind with a gun head! "
Roy, who was forced to go on stage, was already a little impatient, and he was distracted by everyone's shouts. He was distracted for a moment and failed to block Dick. The steel pipe was flicked by the long rod, and it actually flew out.
Dick saw a group of spectators standing there from the corner of his eye. He was shocked and was about to reach out to remedy the situation when a black object suddenly flew out from the corner. It hit the middle of the steel pipe with a "ding" sound, causing it to deviate and weaken its momentum. It fell to the ground with a clang.
The sudden turn of events gave everyone a fright. They were all stunned on the spot until the black object continued to move forward and smashed into someone's head. Then, from the crowd, a bald man with a chuunibyou appearance jumped out and shouted angrily, "Who dares to hit my head!"
Everyone looked at his hand and found that it was a knife hilt that had hit him.
Dick and Roy looked in another direction, where the knife hilt had flown from.
Harry was standing there with a knife in his hand, looking shaken.
Dick couldn't help but murmur, "What kind of kid is this …" His aim and strength were both incredible.
Roy had the same idea. He picked up the steel pipe on the ground and said to the unlucky baldy, "Enough, Lester. You've tattooed a target on your forehead. Who else can I hit if not you?"
Someone else added, "That's right. Fortunately, it was a knife hilt that flew over, not a blade …"
Bullseye grabbed the guy's collar and said angrily, "So what?"
"… Then we'll have to redo it, won't we?"
In fact, even without the flying knife, even if the steel pipe flew out just now, it might accidentally poke someone in the eye. Then, whether it was Roy or Dick (especially Dick), they would have to talk to the chief, and Victor's bar would probably be implicated. Therefore, Harry's sudden knife (handle) could be said to have saved a lot of people.
Since that was the case, the competition between Roy and Dick was nullified. Everyone left after they had seen enough and drank enough. Before they left, they patted Victor, Slade, and even Jason on the shoulder, saying that today was the most enjoyable day after drinking so many times.
Dick looked at Slade gloomily. He laughed and put his hand on Jason's shoulder, secretly planning to lock Slade up for a heart-to-heart talk sooner or later.
Observing the subtle atmosphere among the three of them, Victor smiled and said loudly, "Slade, I have something to discuss with you."
Slade raised his eyebrow, hinting that he should get to the point.
Victor grinned. "I mean, although our two bars get along well, there's still some competition between us. But there will be some unpleasant competition. However, it's obviously impossible for any of us to move away. In that case … "
Saber-Toothed Tiger dragged out his voice and played a slow-motion grin. "Why don't I take a step back and turn the bar into a martial arts center?"
"Martial arts center?" Slade pondered the meaning of the word and smiled. "Jason, what do you think?"
Jason stood with his arms crossed, but he also looked interested. "I think it's fine."
Dick didn't say anything. Dick felt bitter in his heart. Are they going to develop a brawl into a legitimate and reasonable competition?
The customers who hadn't left yet heard the discussion between the two bosses and applauded in unison. Slade laughed and slapped the table. "That's it, then. Creed, you continue to open your bar. I'll turn mine into a martial arts center later."
Victor was stunned. "Why …"
"My place is big, so it's easy to renovate. Also …" Slade put his arm around Jason and said, "My security is more reliable than yours."
Wade: Meow, meow, meow?
Victor still wanted to say something, but Slade interrupted him, so he could only reluctantly agree.
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