Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 2: Failure of Activating Money Ability

But Bruce didn't expect that the moment he stepped into Crime Alley, he would end up here.

He looked at the huge martial arts arena and suddenly something moved in his heart.

If this kind of transmission is limited to oneself and is stable enough, it seems that it can be used as a hidden base?

Bruce immediately said to Du Mu: "Excuse me, but how much does it cost to buy your martial arts school?"

Considering the currency issue, he even added: "I can pay with gold or silver."

Du Mu almost laughed when he heard this.

If he had met such a sponsor when he had just traveled through time, he would naturally be willing to sell it.

But now, six years have passed, and Du Mu is no longer short of money. The diminishing marginal returns of money were even more serious in ancient times. The life that can be enjoyed by a family fortune of 100,000 guan and a family fortune of 1 million guan is really similar.

If one pursues mausoleums, palaces, towers, strange mountains and rocks, this money will naturally be a drop in the bucket, but those big projects belong to the category of spiritual enjoyment. Cixi can spend all the national treasury on them, so Du Mu is not interested.

What's more, he seemed to have obtained a golden finger, which was bound to the martial arts arena, and it was priceless.

Du Mu shook his head: "Sorry, this martial arts school is a family inheritance and is not for sale to outsiders."

Bruce wanted to continue discussing business when the side door of the martial arts gym suddenly opened and a group of people walked in, talking and laughing.

Bruce took a closer look and his eyes suddenly widened.

These people were all young children...but each of them had injuries all over their body.

There was a child with only one arm, holding a blind child. The two were chatting and laughing from time to time.

The blind child had a smile on his face. His front hand was being pulled by someone, while his back hand was holding a rope. The rope was pulling a flatbed cart, on which sat a little girl with broken legs.

There were several groups of disabled children helping each other like this, and only the two adults who were assisting them looked healthy.

The problem is... Bruce could tell at a glance that all of these children's injuries were external injuries, and none of them had congenital disabilities.

Not only that, the few exposed wounds also had extremely bad scars, with the red skin covered with irregular scars, and it was obvious at a glance that these were caused by using a red-hot iron to stop the bleeding.

"What's going on with them?"

Since these children were dressed neatly and cleanly, were talking and laughing, and were obviously well taken care of, Bruce was not stupid enough to think that this was the work of the man in front of him.

But he still wanted to know why there were so many children with unnatural disabilities here.

Du Mu glanced at the children. When they found a stranger in the martial arts hall, they immediately quieted down and looked at the Western barbarian curiously. Those who could see secretly whispered to the children who couldn't see.

Du Mu instructed the two adult servants, "Take them to the backyard to eat. It should be ready soon. Keep an eye on them. If anyone tries to hide the meat and eat it later, he will be punished by copying the book 100 times."

These words made several of the children blush with embarrassment.

The two servants took the order and went through the archway next to the Military Academy to the backyard.

Du Mu turned to Bruce and said, "It's not nice to keep talking in the yard. Come inside and have a cup of tea."

He led Bruce into the Military Academy and turned right into the reception room.

"I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Du Mu, and my courtesy name is Bowen."

While talking, Du Mu poured two cups of Longjing tea.

Bruce sat down, hesitated for a moment, and then told the truth: "Bruce Wayne."

really.

After getting the answer he wanted, Du Mu nodded and placed the tea in front of Bruce. Bruce took it with both hands and waited for Du Mu's next words.

Du Mu asked calmly, "Have you ever heard of the practice of cutting a living thing?"

Bruce shook his head. When he lived in China, the crackdown was almost over and the social landscape was completely changed. Therefore, although he learned to use Chinese, he had no channels to access similar information.

So Du Mu briefly described it to the other party.

"Click..."

Just a few simple words made Bruce lose control of his strength and crush the teacup in his hand.

The boiling hot tea, mixed with blood, could not extinguish the anger that suddenly rose in his mind. On the day his parents died, he thought he had seen the darkest side of the world.

After seven years of wandering, he thought he had seen the cruelest side of the world.

In one night in Gotham, he thought he had seen the dirtiest side of the world.

"How could they...?"

Bruce clenched his teeth, and he seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast ready to devour anyone.

The Batman of the future has a famous rule - the no-kill principle.

Because he considered himself a guardian of order, or a mender, but definitely not a judge.

Trial is the responsibility of the law. What he can do is to escort criminals who cannot be brought to justice due to their ability problems to judicial authorities.

but……

In "Batman: The Dark Knight Returns", which is recognized as the greatest comic about Batman.

There was a mutant who took a little girl hostage.

Without hesitation, he broke two of his own principles at once - using a gun and killing the mutant criminal with a long-range headshot.

When children are in danger, the children are the principles.

Bruce couldn't bear it, couldn't tolerate such a cruel fate befalling an innocent child.

Du Mu calmly spread out Bruce's palm and helped him pick out the teacup fragments stuck in his hand one by one.

He could understand Bruce. After all, he was undoubtedly a very soft and kind person deep down.

It is the softest and kindest heart that can grow the strongest will.

Du Mu felt that he was not.

Because when he cut those scum into pieces and tortured them to death, he was like a devil crawling out of hell.

I felt only joy in my heart, without any uneasiness about killing anyone.

"Those...those damn bastards, where are they now?"

Bruce was overwhelmed by anger for a moment, almost losing his mind, and asked uncontrollably in a trembling voice.

He didn't even know what he wanted to do.

But that would have to be extremely, extremely cruel.

Du Mu shook his head and said, "I don't know. There are eighteen levels of hell. God knows which level they are being tortured in."

Bruce was stunned when he heard that, then he took a deep breath with a complicated expression to calm his heart which was beating as violently as an engine.

"Did you rescue all those children?" Bruce asked.

Du Mu nodded: "I guess so. There are some helpers, and they are all good friends."

After a long while, Bruce whispered, "Thank you."

“Thank you for everything you do for them.”

“It means a lot to me.”

At this moment, Bruce looked down and saw that his palm had been bandaged with a piece of cloth. He didn't even feel any pain, which was a bit strange.

No, not just his palm, even the knife wound on his thigh was healing.

A warm current flowed through his body and finally returned to his wrist... the place that Du Mu was pinching.

Bruce was surprised and said, "What kind of power is this? I feel like my injuries are almost healed."

Du Mu smiled slightly: "It's just true energy, not worth mentioning."

(End of this chapter)