Becoming an ancient god from blood therapy

Chapter 214 Preparations for the audience

This night in Arkham was very quiet, even a little quiet and scary.

It seems that the hustle and bustle of the days made this ancient city a little tired, and it took the initiative to fall into this kind of quiet sleep, so as to obtain a rare peace.

Those caring people seem to have a vague understanding of this truth, so they are extra honest tonight.

Because they all knew very well that it would be a very terrifying thing to wake up this sleeping behemoth.

Lewis, who came here, looked at the quiet Arkham and felt a little uncomfortable, because it was a bit different from the town he imagined.

Although it was unexpected, but for some reason, Lewis at this moment felt a special sense of security, as if...he really escaped from that hell completely and came to a paradise that could accept him.

"You sleep here today." In deep thought, the vehicle stopped and the young man who brought him over said.

Lewis turned his head and saw a plaque that said Clover Transportation Company.

It seemed that everyone here knew of his arrival long ago. A thin middle-aged man was looking at him with a smile at the door.

For some reason, when he saw the middle-aged man, Lewis felt his heart tense, as if he was being stared at by a monster with claws and fangs hidden.

Without hesitation, although he was a little nervous, he got out of the car honestly.

Twenty minutes ago, he told the woman who led the team everything he knew, including that hidden secret.

This involved two major families and three banks, and he believed that his news could give him a chance to survive in Arkham.

After getting out of the car, the driver said to the middle-aged man, "Hey! Vic, this is the person Miss Hina asked for special attention. He just got out of prison and feels a little insecure."

After hearing this, Vic said with a smile, "Understood."

"Unfortunately, I plan to compete with you tonight." The young driver got into the car with a smile and drove away.

Although Vik felt a little sorry for his absence from the banquet today, he was very clear about the meaning and responsibility of his existence.

The reason why this group of scum that should have died can still stand here, and even obtained a new form and power, is all because of the gift of that great existence.

Therefore, as long as it is beneficial to that existence, they will do their best without distraction.

"Let's go, Mr. Lewis." The middle-aged man who looked like a poisonous snake said with a smile on his face.

Lewis hurriedly thanked him, and then asked tentatively, "This... is really Arkham?"

At this moment, he still felt unreal in his heart.

After hearing this, Vic laughed and said, "What? Isn't it like?"

Lewis nodded slightly: "I heard that it's... very messy here, but it seems to be very quiet now."

Vic patted Lewis on the shoulder and said, "That was before, and now Arkham doesn't need that kind of chaos to prove its strength and presence."

Hearing this, Lewis vaguely caught a trace of abnormality in it.

At this time, he faintly discovered that whether it was Miss Hina, or that seductive woman who could unleash ice and fire, or those vicious young men, there was always a strange hope and a trace of hope in their faces and eyes. A kind of piety like a believer.

When talking, it seems that intentionally or unintentionally, a seemingly great existence cannot be avoided. It seems that the meaning of their existence is to execute his orders.

And after listening to Vic's words at this time, he proved that feeling even more. He was keenly sure that it was the appearance of that person who changed Arkham, and even completely surrendered this group of very dangerous guys, and gathered them in the together.

"You seem to be meeting the mayor tomorrow?" Vic asked suddenly.

Lewis nodded slightly: "Ms. Sheena said so."

Hearing this, Vic's casual face gradually turned solemn and said: "Listen, outlander, you'd better show your best side and all your values ​​tomorrow, and you must not show any disrespect." ,do you know."

These words were full of oppressive force, which immediately made Lewis feel suffocated, and then he instantly confirmed that the existence that everyone admired along the way was the mayor of Arkham City.

In the next second, his head nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Understand! Understood! I will show my highest respect to meet the great mayor."

Hearing this, Vik nodded, changed his face and said: "The place to live has been prepared for you, you go take a shower first, I will let you buy a decent set of clothes for you, tomorrow morning at eight At one o'clock, go to Miss Jenny's and get your hair done."

"Good! Good!" Lewis kept clicking.

Afterwards, under the leadership of Vic, Lewis went to the third-floor guest room of Clover Company.

The size of the guest room is not worse than that of a regular hotel. The room is clean and tidy, the bathroom has hot water, and the food is ready on the dining table next to the table.

Seeing this scene, Lewis suddenly felt that he had come to heaven. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the scene of seven years ago, when he was full of vigor and vigor in the financial industry.

After a brief absence, Lewis walked into the room, took a bath, ate, and took care of personal hygiene.

After processing together, the time has come to 10:30 in the evening.

The attendants had already pushed the dining car away, and Lewis, who was in pajamas, stood at the window and looked at this ancient town full of legends, and couldn't help but start to feel excited.

Because, here will be his new starting point, he will establish his own power here, and then bring his own people back to fight back, take back everything he lost, and kill all the enemies.

In meditation, he even saw his own posture when he was successful.

At this time, through the window, he suddenly saw a sneaky figure appearing on the opposite street. This figure in black trotted all the way and climbed up the drainpipe beside him, like a bandit.

"Sure enough, the quietness is only on the surface." Lewis was not surprised to see this scene.

Under Lewis's quiet gaze, the thief had already reached the second floor, and immediately took out a sharp knife, carefully cutting the window, as if he wanted to jump in from there.

Just when the thief was about to succeed, Lewis suddenly felt a black shadow flash past, and then he saw a young man in police uniform running over quickly, and then jumped on the spot, jumping three meters high. Ten meters away.

The flying policeman grabbed the thief's neck and landed the man who weighed at least 150 kilograms smoothly.

It was as casual and calm as if holding an insignificant dead chicken in his hand and performing a random jump.

"This...is the Arkham policeman!?"

(End of this chapter)