The trajectory of the world king in the United States

After learning that Bruce Wayne was coming in person, Dad quickly walked downstairs dressed neatly. The old coquettish guy even combed his hair to one side, looking like a sanctimonious big-tailed wolf. He shouted exaggeratedly,

"Hi, Mr. Wayne, we met once before, not long after you came back. Well, your two female companions are so cute."

The girls laughed happily, and Wayne also stood up and said to his father with a smile,

"My butler Alfred is also a veteran. He told my dad that you are a truly respectable gentleman who fought in World War II, and your bar is the best bar he has ever seen, so I came."

"Hahaha, Mr. Alfred used to be a frequent customer here. He knows what's best."

Dad likes people to praise his bar. Bruce's words made Dad smile. He sat across from Wayne. Huahua Company patted the shoulders of the girls around him.

"Baby, go sit over there for a while, Mr. Christian and I will talk about something."

The two girls sat aside obediently. Seb brought two glasses of wine to Dad and Bruce, and then naturally sat next to the girls. He didn't know what he said, which made the two girls laugh. .

This laughter did not ruin the atmosphere here. Bruce took off his glasses, put them aside, then spread his hands on the table and said to his father,

"Mr. Christian"

"Just call me Dad, they all call me that, or they call me Lao Tiqi. It doesn't have to be so formal."

Dad waved his hand generously, picked up the wine glass, and said to Bruce, "I'm old. This bar has been my hard work for more than 20 years. Although I can't control it after selling it to you, I hope Mr. Wayne can still Take good care of it and don't let it become like the other bad places in Gotham, it's an old man's request."

"Just call me Bruce, Dad."

Playboy glanced at Seb who was chatting happily with the girls, then spread his hands, leaned back comfortably on the chair, and said to his father,

"Dad, you also know that I am very young, so you can't expect me to manage such a bar. Wayne Enterprises belongs to me in name, but it has its own set of rules of conduct, plus this is a private acquisition. The action is mainly based on Alfred's suggestion, so I can't transfer some specialized personnel from it, so"

Bruce glanced at his father who was listening to him attentively. The young man, who was about 25 or [-] years old, showed a bright smile.

"So, I hope that after I take over the Old Gun Bar, you can still manage it."

The father's brows raised, and he drank a third of the wine in a big gulp. He looked at Wayne. This young man was just like the rumors. He had the unique temperament of the Wayne family. His face was not thin, but that There is always a hint of sadness in his eyes, and his lips are always upturned inadvertently when speaking. He has brown hair with a hint of light gold, which is trimmed to fit the contours of his face.

Overall, he is a very handsome young man, and he has a special sense of being a big shot. Paired with his smile, he is very approachable.

"So, Bruce, you mean, you want me to work for you."

Dad's slow, low, clear voice sounded, and Wayne smiled, resting his arms on the table and supporting his chin,

"Yes, Dad, I want you to work for me as well as Alfred's advice."

"Well, it seems that my drinking buddy back then was a big shot."

The father reached out and flicked the wine glass, making a crisp sound. He replied, "Okay, so boss, what is your first order?"

Just as Wayne was about to speak, there was a burst of exclamations from the girls from Seb's side. Dad and Bruce turned their heads at the same time, only to see Seb playing games with those girls.

He held a small fruit knife in his right hand. The girl with golden hair spread her left hand on the table. Seb quickly waved the knife back and forth between the girl's separated fingers. This game was not There is nothing surprising. Many people can play it, but the most frightening thing is that the knife in Seb's hand almost danced out of the shadow at this moment. The speed was astonishing, and the woodpeckers sounded on the table. The sound of the wood was like a magic trick.

The two girls were so frightened that the pretty blonde didn't even dare to move. It wasn't until 30 seconds later that Seb stopped and swung his right hand outward without looking, and the knife flew away. He went out and finally accurately struck the center of the dart board on the wall, the tail of the knife still trembling slightly.

This guy opened his arms exaggeratedly and shouted,

"I won 100 times, so where is my reward?"

American girls are all passionate. Seb closed his eyes. The 90-point pretty black-haired girl left a deep kiss on his cheek, while the pretty blond girl hugged Seb and gave him a suffocating kiss. passionate kiss.

This scene made Dad a little embarrassed, and Bruce couldn't help but laugh. He looked at Dad,

"Dad, you have a very interesting buddy. What is this guy's background?"

"Uh, okay, I won't hide it from you."

Dad took a sip of wine and said to the curious Bruce, "This guy came from Canada two days ago. He is the son of my comrade in arms."

After saying this, Dad stretched out his finger and nodded his head, "He has some problems here. Don't worry about it, Bruce."

"Um"

Bruce raised his chin and nodded, and just when he was about to say something, the wooden door behind him was pushed open again. A man with brown hair, big eyes, very beautiful, wearing professional attire, holding a black document bag The woman walked into the bar. She glanced at the bar and said,

"Mr. Christian, are you here? I'm Assistant Prosecutor Rachel Dawes. I'm here to investigate the case regarding trainee police officer Mr. John Blake."

Her sweet voice stopped at this moment, because Bruce had stood up from the chair and turned to look at her,

"Rachel, nice to see you here."

"Bruce, why are you here?"

Facing the beauty's surprised inquiry, Bruce Wayne shrugged and showed his friendly smile again, "This is my bar. Mr. Christian is my employee. What's wrong? It seems like something happened to my bar." , come, sit here and talk to me."

Assistant Prosecutor Rachel was a little surprised to see Bruce Wayne, but it seemed that they had known each other for a long time. However, Seb, who was watching coldly, could see at a glance that the relationship between the two people was a bit strange, and after looking carefully at Rachel's After seeing his face, Seb's eyes narrowed.

He turned left and right on his body, and finally found a photo with bloodstains on the edges. It was Rachel's face. This was what he took out of Poshkin's pocket when he killed him yesterday. , it's obviously impossible for a gang boss to fall in love with a prosecutor whose job it is to send them to jail, so there's only one explanation for this photo.

Rachel is targeted by Jamie.

"Hey, Rachel, you owe me once."

Seb chuckled and put the photo into his pocket, then half-pushed and half-tugged the two beauties who followed Bruce out of the bar. He casually took the car keys that Bruce Wayne had placed there from the table. The moment he turned back, Bruce showed him an appreciative smile. Apparently, Seb had helped him solve a big problem.

Bruce didn't want his childhood sweetheart Rachel to see him traveling with a beautiful woman, as this would affect his image in the beauty's mind.

Seb obviously knew this, so after walking out of the bar, he shouted to the two reluctant girls,

"Hi, beauties, Master Bruce has something to do. You go ahead. He will contact you. As for the car, here is the key. Yes, it belongs to you. Master Bruce is a generous man. Let's drive away. careful"

Seb waved to the two pretty girls who were getting into the car, and watched them drive the Son of Gotham's luxury car out of the dock area. He shouted to them,

"Bye baby, I will miss you"

Watching the car disappear around the corner, he tore up the two phone numbers that still smelled like perfume and threw them into the trash can nearby.

He has little interest in being a "social butterfly."

"Well, let's go out for a walk."

Seb glanced back at the bar and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​going back. For some reason, he always felt that this playboy Bruce Wayne was a little weird. Although he acted very naturally, Seb instinctively wanted to stay away from him. , there is no reason for this instinct, but Seb decided to trust his heart.

He put his hands in the pockets of his coat and wandered around the dock area. Well, he had a gun in his coat pocket and a dagger in his belt. This was his habit.

Seber looked at everything around him with a very curious look. This was his third day in the city, and his understanding of the city was only from newspapers. The area where he really moved was Near the Old Gun Bar, the farthest point is the intersection where Robin was rescued last night.

This feeling of being completely oblivious to the surrounding environment is not in line with Seber's habit, so he plans to use this opportunity to become familiar with the surrounding environment.

He spent 2 hours walking around the Gotham Pier, a large comprehensive terminal. Since it was daytime, the workers here were very busy. There was no sign of decline in the port, but according to Dad, , the port has been in decline for several years.

It is said that when it was at its most prosperous, the number of dock workers working here was more than double what it is now. Of course, its decline is inseparable from the rise of the Gotham criminal group. In addition to arms dealers, other businessmen We would not choose a war-torn place as our business district.

But this has nothing to do with Seb. He is just a poor boy now, and what is really related to him is another thing. After wandering around the complicated dock area for 2 hours, Seb keenly felt that he Being targeted.

He turned around inadvertently, and behind him were three people with bulging waists, obviously armed with weapons, and unlike the bastards he had dealt with, these guys were tall and strong, and they had a certain aura that could not be concealed. military style.

“This is the Docklands so Jamie”

Seb muttered, turned around and walked into a quiet alley not far from him. He was not familiar with the place. He had to think of a way to escape, or to kill these annoying tails.