A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

The gray evening clouds hang low, as if they are being suppressed, and they are too heavy to lift their heads.

Rainwater with a faint sour smell poured down, washing away the thick and sticky night like ink.

This is paradise, where the pervasive darkness allows the despicable and the hypocritical to indulge their deepest desires;

This is hell, where whatever remains of humanity and kindness will be overwhelmed by the most hysterical madness and evil.

There is so much excitement here,

In the brightly lit building is power, ambition, and wealth, where people live drunkenly and die in dreams.

This place is as sharp and cold as a guillotine,

The undried blood in the alley and the helpless screams in the darkness tore people's souls to pieces.

This is Gotham.

"Come on."

Under the dim street light, black leather boots stopped in front of the door, splashing a few drops of turbid sewage.

Albert shook the rusty key in his hand and began to look at the tube building in front of him with some cracks in the walls.

This is the residence Fred arranged for him, less than five minutes' walk from the ring.

This kind of treatment is considered good among the star boxers in the second ring. It's because Albert defeated Varev and Bat one after another, so he doesn't have to be crowded with most low-level rookie boxers.

Freddie was Fatty, and he bought himself a few days ago from a new gang in the south, the "Penguin Gang". I heard from him that he had just been fished out of the sea at that time, and his life or death was uncertain.

"As long as you follow me, Freddy, and keep fighting like this, I can get you mansions, women, champagne, whatever you want!"

After winning the bat, before he even got off the stage, the fat man came over with a greasy smile, his face flushed with excitement.

After listening to Albert's words before going on stage, he reluctantly bet five thousand dollars, half of his savings, and the odds were 1:30, which was lower than Varev's (perhaps the audience had already lost interest in the bat game) Passion for betting), excluding half of Albert’s, he still has 7.5w.

On the contrary, Albert's appearance fee was only 320 dollars, which was rolled up and stuffed in his butt pocket.

The boxers here are not like the stars of mixed martial arts competitions such as UFC and MMA in their previous lives, who can achieve both fame and fortune. In the underground boxing ring where several big families intersect, they are just tools to make money.

Most people will die miserably in the ring. Some can dominate for a while, but will eventually be stepped on by the new king in a pool of blood.

The few who are disabled and can no longer fight will be thrown out directly. They may join a small gang, or they may just disappear on a dark and windy night.

The arena is divided into five levels, and newcomers start from level one and move up the levels.

Albert fought in one ring, but Bat had already fought in three rings, so Freddy never thought about the possibility of winning when he heard that Hook Nose had demoted Bat to fight.

"squeak---"

A mouse jumped out from the shadow of the iron trash can in front of the building, scurried past Albert's feet with a sour smell, and disappeared into the heat emanating from the sewer.

Looking in the direction where the mouse disappeared, the two fluorescent words "White Night" across the street were flashing in neon in the fog. It should be a nightclub.

Albert came back to his senses, stepped forward and pulled down the retractable stairs on the outer wall of the building.

"Whoa!"

Amidst the harsh sound of metal friction, Albert's hands were suddenly stained with rust. He vaguely heard something moving upstairs, but when he looked up, only a shadow flashed past the third-floor window.

Albert's room was 303, so he climbed two floors, pushed open the iron door, and closed his umbrella.

The corridor was filled with a strange smell, as if someone hadn't showered in many days. There were no lights, and the pale moonlight scattered through the iron windows on the somewhat moldy walls, making it difficult for Albert to see the room number.

303, Freddie said it was the best apartment in the building...

"Meow--"

Albert looked down and saw a dark kitten running behind him at some point and rubbing its nose against his trouser leg.

"Xiao Hei!" Then a weak female voice sounded from behind, Albert turned his head, and a figure hurriedly bumped towards him.

He subconsciously wanted to hide, but the other person seemed to be running too fast and would stumble and fall.

"Be careful."

Albert still helped her.

She is a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a T-shirt and jeans that have turned white after washing. She is tall and thin, and looks a little embarrassed.

"Yes, I'm sorry sir, my door is not closed tightly, and Xiao Hei always runs around."

The girl seemed to be frightened. She lowered her head and took two steps back, waving like a black cat.

"Come here, Xiaohei!"

The black cat heard the owner's voice and did not move. It was still wrapped around Albert's feet, its golden pupils shining.

"I once had a cat,"

Albert knelt down, picked up the black cat, and handed it over.

"But he's a lot fatter than this."

The black cat is very light and you can easily feel the bones along its back.

"thank you, sir."

The girl lowered her head and thanked her, then took the cat and turned to leave.

"Do you know where 303 is?"

Albert stopped her and shook the key in his hand.

The girl nodded and gestured for him to follow her with light steps.

After walking through the L-shaped corridor for a while, the girl stopped at the end of the corridor and pointed to the door on the left. There is a square space in the middle of the wall at the end of the corridor. The edges are covered with glass. It must have been a window in the past.

Moonlight shines on the house number, 303.

"Thank you."

The girl nodded lightly with her lowered head, hugging the cat and walking back.

Albert did not give way.

He looked at the little girl who looked a little panicked, and slowly stretched out his left hand.

"You can keep the twenty piece to buy cat food, and return the rest to me."

The moment the girl fell over and was held steady by Albert, his body's keen sense of movement told him that something was wrong.

She didn't seem to lose her center of gravity, it was more like she bumped into him deliberately. Even if Albert got out of the way, she wouldn't fall.

Just walking all the way, Albert discovered that her sense of balance and muscle control were excellent. She stood on her tiptoes and made almost no sound when she took each step. She was as light as the black cat.

Albert was not sure until he stopped in front of the door and touched his empty butt pocket.

When the girl heard his words, she showed doubts at first, and then surprise.

Looking at Albert's calm eyes, she raised her eyebrows and her face quickly became cold.

"You're all going to hell,"

She took out three rolls of banknotes that she had stuffed in at some point from her pocket, and threw them at Albert's face. Her voice was no longer as soft and childish as before, and was full of viciousness.

"No, hell will not accept you executioners!"

After saying that, she turned around and climbed out of the square gap full of broken glass at the entrance of the corridor. By the time Albert stepped forward and looked around, she had disappeared.

Albert turned around and picked up the three rolls of money that fell on the ground, and unfolded them to see the portrait of George Washington.

Three for a dollar.

After being stunned for a moment, Albert had no choice but to put away all his belongings and take out the key to open the door.

Freddie won't be able to withdraw the money he won until tomorrow, and he doesn't even have an identity, let alone a bank card.

Unexpectedly, he defeated the butcher and even the bat, but in the end all the money was stolen by the girl.

But for now, he was too lazy to chase after him. He locked the door and sat down on the sofa.

To be fair, although this apartment is old and small, it is still clean and tidy and has a separate bathroom. It doesn't hurt to make ends meet for a while, not to mention that Albert doesn't think he will have much time to stay here.

At the same time, in a luxury apartment near the boxing ring.

Hook-nosed Drudge sat on a sofa,

Eyes closed, motionless.

This was a deep red velvet sofa from the 17th century. The super high back of the chair surrounded his head, making his face even paler and colder, as if someone owed him $100 million.

Oh no, he did just lose nearly two million U.S. dollars of his personal property, and the loss to the family would be even greater.

"Uh...boss?"

One of the men opened the door, walked to the sofa, and spoke cautiously.

"The results are out?"

Drudge's voice seemed to come from his nose, so low that it was completely inaudible. His right fist was clenched.

"A total of six ribs on Varev's left and right sides were broken, piercing his lungs and liver. His right leg suffered an open fracture, and his left and right arms were fractured to varying degrees. After the rescue, he will need to rest for at least two years. He probably won't be able to go on stage in this life. . More importantly, his nervous system is completely paralyzed and he has completely lost consciousness..."

"I want someone who can continue to fight, and the family wants someone who can continue to contribute."

"clear."

The men retreated quietly.

Drudge suddenly opened his eyes, like a volcano about to erupt.

"I'd like to see who is under the bat's mask."

He walked towards the innermost room of the apartment and nodded to the two strong men guarding the door.

After Bat fell unconscious on the field, Drudge personally brought him back, fixed him on the hospital bed with handcuffs and belts, and sent a doctor to examine him.

Now, he wanted to see what this mysterious man with the fastest promotion in the ring in history looked like.

"how come??!!"

He opened the door and saw a man on the bed struggling desperately to make a sound, but his mouth was blocked by a towel.

It's that doctor.

Medical equipment was scattered all over the floor. The windows were open, and wind and raindrops poured in, completely wetting the dark blue curtains.