Anti-hero of a certain comic

Night shrouded the White Manor on the outskirts of Star City. The black car drove through the long avenue, the bright car lights swept across like sharp swords, and the metal gate standing in the darkness quietly opened as if receiving a signal.

Leo, who was leaning on the back seat of the car, looked at the huge building in the night. It was a Tudor-style palace-style mansion with undulating surfaces and beautiful carvings.

Surrounded by carefully tended gardening flowers, scattered shrubs and trees, a winding path leads to the majestic and huge mansion.

This is the White Manor, one of the centers of power in Star City.

Everyone knows that this wealthy family, famous for its lion emblem, rose suddenly during the Mexican-American War and took the lead in making a lot of money in the subsequent gold rush era.

They may not be the most powerful people in Star City, nor are they the richest, but when it comes to influence and connections, no one can match the ancient surname White.

"Mr. White, dinner is ready."

An old man in a black tuxedo opened the car door.

He has neatly combed gray hair, a neatly ironed handmade dress, and a straight waist that is slightly curved.

Pierpont, a loyal butler who served the White family for two generations.

And Leo is the third master that the old butler wants to serve.

"Thank you, Pierpont."

The smile on Leo's face was much more lively. He strode into the manor. This heavy and simple mansion revealed traces of the Renaissance everywhere.

There are symmetrical carved accessories, brightly colored large-scale oil paintings, exquisite and gorgeous silver candlesticks, etc. From these, it can be seen that the original owner of the manor was an art lover with retro feelings.

"To be honest Pierpont, I am not a gourmet like my father. An exquisite and decent French meal will take me at least two to three hours, starting from the appetizers, then the soup and fish, vegetables and desserts, and finally Instead of using coffee and fruit to show my taste in this way, I would rather just have a Big Mac burger."

Leo sat on the long dining table and smiled helplessly.

He does not love French cuisine, which strives to be exquisite in both visual and taste. If possible, he would like to replace the French chef hired in the manor with a top chef who is proficient in the eight major Chinese cuisines.

Enjoying foie gras, lobster and roasted game alone with a knife and fork slowly and slowly, although this is very ritualistic, it is really a waste of time.

And, most importantly

It's hard to eat enough.

"I'm sorry, I thought you would continue to live in the same way you did before. After all, you seemed very fond of Mr. White in front of me."

The old butler Pierpont bowed slightly and waved his hand to remove the table of French meals that were more than exquisite but not enough for the stomach.

"I can follow my father's teachings and work hard to be a gentleman, but I'd better avoid the old-fashioned aristocratic style."

Leo shrugged, picked up the only glass of red wine that had not been taken away, took a sip and then put it down.

"I just want a salt and pepper veal steak and vegetable soup."

Pierpont followed suit, and the young man in front of him was now the helmsman of the White family.

He will take over all the family business, enter the upper class society with the name of White, and interact with the powerful and wealthy people of the capital group, chatting and laughing.

Even if Oliver Queen, the son of Star City five years ago, comes back, he can only be eclipsed in front of Leo.

An uneducated playboy will have no other role than to become a boring topic for people in Star City to talk about after dinner.

"You shouldn't arrest Uncle Anthony's mistress and illegitimate son. Violent coercion is often the worst tactic when nothing can be done."

Leo got his wish and enjoyed the golden, crispy and tender veal steak. He picked up the knife and fork and looked up at the old butler standing next to him.

If a kidnapping threat was to be done, Leo wouldn't have to wait for Pierpont to take action, he could handle it himself.

The White family is not a mafia group. If they want to deal with Anthony, they don't have to go through such a big effort. They need to contact several powerful uncles, meet with parliamentarians and dignitaries who have a personal relationship with their father, or cooperate with the Quinn and Merlin families.

As long as he stays at the top and holds the real power within the family, Anthony is just a clown.

"I really didn't think about this, and I went too far and almost brought you a disgraceful stain."

Pierpont lowered his head in shame. He underestimated Leo's sharp methods.

After his father was shot and killed, the young man did not panic or panic.

On the contrary, after rushing back to Star City from Metropolis, Leo quickly sorted out the general context of the whole incident and immediately figured out the best way to deal with it.

Anthony, who colludes with the local gang, has politics and capital behind the White family.

The power of combination is not enough to make people overly fearful.

"No need to apologize, Pierpont. You were just trying to protect me, a poor kid who just lost his father."

Leo finished his dinner quickly and efficiently and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

He stood up, a head taller than the straight-backed old butler.

He stretched out his arms and gently hugged Pierpont. A faint smile appeared on Leo's stern face, which rarely showed any emotion.

"I still remember sitting on your shoulders, walking around the entire White Manor, and Pierpont, who learned fencing and boxing for the first time, and you applied the lotion on me. Thank you for your company."

Leo's voice was slightly hoarse. Even though he had been in this world for 20 years, the loneliness and insecurity deep in his heart had never been eliminated.

"This is what I should do, Mr. White."

The wrinkles on the old housekeeper's face squeezed together, revealing a relieved smile.

"Just like before, call me Little Leo or Master Leo."

Leo let go of his hand and his voice returned to a calm and calm state.

"It's different now. You have inherited everything from the White family and are no longer a child. You are Mr. Leo White, a big shot in this city."

Pierpont's expression became serious, and he was stubbornly unwilling to change his title.

"Okay then, the big shots in Star City are going to bed now."

Leo smiled to himself and walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Good night and sweet dreams. Mr. White."

Pierpont still bowed slightly, as he had done for decades.

After a long time, the lights inside the manor gradually went out.

Leo, wearing a nightgown, came out of the bathroom. He stood in front of the window sill with his arms folded, and then glanced at the time.

“Does the return of Oliver Queen also mean the birth of Green Arrow?”

Leo's low murmur echoed in the slightly cold night wind.

Outside the window, there was darkness and silence.

"Why did I come here?"

This unanswerable question popped up in Leo's mind again.

Gotham exists in this world. Although Batman's name has not yet spread, it is already a well-known sin city.

Bruce Wayne, who like Leo is regarded as a lucky man born with a silver spoon in his mouth, is said to have disappeared for a long time.

Leo himself completed his studies in Metropolis, and the name Lex Luthor had already become prominent in the financial field.

As for the well-known Daily Planet, a young female reporter, Lois Lane, also started her career.

Farther away, there are Midtown and Beach City. Those superheroes have not yet risen, and the world is in the cradle of peace.

"Even if it's time travel, it would be more mainstream to go to the studio next door. At least it's not so dark there."

Leo shook his head, with a wry smile on his face.

The information he could investigate all indicated that the world he came to was a terrifying place full of dangers in the future.

Although Leo is not a loyal fan of American comics, thanks to superhero movies and TV series, he also roughly knows what Gotham and Metropolis represent.

As for the names Bruce Wayne and Lex Luthor, even if I don’t know them well enough, I have heard them a little bit.

The former is the future Batman, and the latter is Superman's old enemy.

"I wonder if she will be online today. It has been two months since the last contact."

As Leo's thoughts were wandering, he heard the pendulum clock ringing in the hall downstairs.

It's twelve o'clock, midnight has arrived.

He turned back to the desk, touched a hidden compartment underneath, and started it gently.

The brown-red table piled with various books made a slight sound of parts snapping together, and turned into a workbench like a mechanism.

An antique-like square computer slowly rose below, with light green fluorescence appearing on the screen, and a large amount of data refreshed like a waterfall.

After a while, a chat room interface popped up.

"Leo, how do you use that gadget?"

This is the latest message with the ID "Phoenix".

The time shown is half an hour ago.

It's not too late, it should still be online.Leo had this thought.

"Thank you, Chloe, I love this Kingpin's cane."

With a smile on his face, he typed this line in the input box.