I haven't been a big brother for many years

"This is just the first step. Only when you get the money can you do other things." Lying on his back by the window, he called George while Bruce was still in the company.

"Mr. Jordan, are you going to tell Maroney they're watching out for clowns?"

Ryan tapped twice on the glass window with his left hand: "George, this city no longer needs gangsters."

"But, sir..."

"Did you do what I said?" Ryan interrupted him, sitting up slightly.

"Yes, I have withdrawn all the funds in batches as you said, and registered a company as the start-up capital, and then I can acquire several of your companies."

Ryan smiled: "You did a good job, Joe. Arrange for a lawyer to come over at 03:30 in the afternoon, and I will remake the will."

Making a will is already commonplace for these gangsters. George didn't think much about it: "Okay, sir. I'll arrange it right away."

Ryan hung up the phone and texted Bruce Wayne: "I'll pick you up?"

"kindness.

——B" Bruce replied almost in seconds.

"Want to eat together?"

It took him a while to reply this time, and Ryan could almost imagine the hesitation on his face.

"it is good.

——B”

The corner of his mouth raised into a satisfied smile, he put down his phone and looked at the constantly beating clock.

Five seconds to twelve.

He turned his head and looked out the window. Not too far from the Wayne Building, there was an obvious sign "Gotham Royal Hotel." He knew that a not-so-grand banquet was being held on the top floor there.

The gangsters no longer dare to carry out such activities at night, they can only gather during the day, and Ryan can only act as Jordan in the morning.

"boom".

The top floor of the Gotham Royal Hotel suddenly exploded, and there was a shock visible to the naked eye. The r and y of "royal" were shaken down, and the flames were burning on the top floor, and there was a tendency to continue to spread downward.

Ryan turned his back, fumbled on the side of the car key, pressed it on the slightly raised part of the gap in the plastic shell, and pulled out a small note from the pop-up interlayer.Cross out the four names on the slip of paper.

He turned on the TV: "Now an emergency announcement is being broadcast, around twelve o'clock. There was an explosion on the top floor of the Gotham Royal Hotel, and firefighters have rushed to the scene. It is understood that some high-class people in Gotham were attending a party on the top floor of the hotel at the time." .The casualties are still unclear, please pay attention to our follow-up reports."

As flames rage through the building out the window behind him and the screen in front of him, Ryan makes another call: "Have you had lunch? Joanna, I thought it was delicious." Did you see that?They do a good job.

Joanna laughed. "I'm paying for my lunch, sir." I'm paying them the balance.

"Girl, would you like to have dinner with me?" Would you like to move on to the next target for me?

"Of course, sir, I can't wait."

"What kind of dress do you think I should wear to a dinner party? I'm tired of this red dress." In what way?I don't want to use such boring means as explosions anymore.

"How about that silver and red dress? I love it." Shot.

"I listen to you, sir."

"See you tonight, baby."

In fact, death in Gotham is often just a thought.

He inadvertently flipped a page of the open book on the table, and found it very interesting.He circled a few words with a pen in his hand, put on his coat, and walked out.

"Life is sad and serious. We came into this wonderful world, met each other, greeted each other, and swam together for a short time. Then we lost each other and disappeared inexplicably, just as we suddenly It’s like coming into this world out of nowhere.”

- Jostan Jadd, "Sophie's World"

……

"What do you want to eat?" Ryan looked up and looked at Bruce who had just gotten into the car in the rearview mirror.He seemed to be in a good mood, and instead of the playboy metaphorical, suggestive smile, the corners of his mouth were genuinely happy.

"You decide." He seemed to relax as soon as he got into the car, he took off his tie at will, undid two buttons, and pulled the collar loose.The coat and vest were also taken off and thrown aside casually, and even the hem of the shirt was pulled out of the trousers.It seemed that he couldn't stand the too serious atmosphere of Wayne Co., but he deliberately didn't sit in the co-pilot.

Ryan shrugged. "Well, I just happen to know that there's a little restaurant nearby that does good pasta."

The vicinity that Ryan said was really close, his car stopped just after starting, and just passed a traffic light before stopping on the side of the road.

"Go this way." They walked through a hidden alley together, as if they had passed through Alice's mirror and came to another world.

No one would have imagined that such completely different two streets are connected together by an alley. The street they drove past just now is a famous commercial district, spacious and clean.There are some well-known enterprises nearby, and everyone who walks back and forth is in suits and leather shoes.

But the street is narrow and dirty.The walls are a kind of black gray that cannot be accumulated overnight, the road is full of potholes, and some sunken places still have rainwater that has been left for a few days.Beggars sat on street corners in twos and threes, digging out the coins they earned today from small tin cans, counting them one by one.They just sat there curled up, blocking most of the roadside.

Ryan naturally took Bruce's hand and led him forward.Bruce froze, trying to shake off his hand suddenly, but restrained his behavior at the last moment.

Lane completely ignored the bad road conditions.After turning a few alleys, we soon came to a more open place.It's like he's been there countless times.

"A veteran took me to this place before, and I couldn't find my way around. I almost thought he wanted to kidnap me to sell organs." Ryan let go of Bruce's hand and made a joke.He pointed to a small restaurant on the side: "This is it."

Bruce never knew there was such a place in Gotham before, they seemed to be near a bridge.He looked at the huge shadow above his head, shook his head, and followed Ryan into the restaurant.

The restaurant is really small, except for the bar counter where there are only two small tables, but unlike the dirty outside, the decoration in the restaurant is very careful, and the dim lights give people a warm feeling.

"Lian! Good boy, you are here again." An old woman with gray hair came up to meet her. "Is it still the same as every time?"

Ryan smiled gently: "Of course, my wife, but this time I want two copies."

The old woman pretended to have just discovered Bruce: "Oh! My God, please introduce me to this handsome young man."

Suddenly a head poked out from behind, it was a thin old man with glasses, he shouted angrily: "Christine!" It was the woman's name.

The old woman winked mischievously at Ryan: "Oh, old Hughes, I'm jealous again."

"Your charm is so great that Hughes can only stare at it all the time." Ryan pulled Bruce over and sat with him at the only table.

"Sweetheart, you can really talk." The old woman stood on tiptoe and kissed Ryan's side cheek.Blowing another kiss to Bruce: "Have a nice meal, handsome boy."

Ryan asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"...they're funny?" Bruce still doesn't understand why Ryan brought him here, but relaxes unexpectedly.

"Yes, they are also very nice." Ryan handed him the cutlery: "When I first came here, I didn't...forgot to bring any money with me, but they were willing to give me free bills and added extra A lot. They say their kids would be about my age if they were alive." Lane shook his head with a smile.

"Really?" Bruce hesitated.

"Did you see the name of the store?" Ryan asked suddenly.

"No... Is there anything in particular that needs my attention?" Bruce looked at him, puzzled.

At that moment, the skinny old man came over. He had a fierce appearance, with slightly thick eyebrows, a low forehead, an unfriendly hooked nose, a pair of three white eyes, and intertwined lines at the end of his eyes.His cheekbones were turned outwards, and his teeth protruded and his cheeks were protruding, giving people a vicious look.

Bruce couldn't help frowning, slightly defensive.

The old man ignored it, and he still had a normal face. He handed Bruce a plate of pasta and a toffee as a gift, and said with a mischievous smile, "Our store name is colorful."

Bruce's surprised expression flashed across: "Thank you." He took a fork in his hand and took a sip. Seeing that the old man hadn't left, he asked tentatively, "Does colorful have any special meaning?"

The old man didn't answer his question, but asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Bruce nodded involuntarily.

The old man touched Ryan's head kindly, but there was a hint of cunning in Sanbai's eyes.Said: "Let Lai tell you." He put away the tray, handed Bruce another toffee, and walked back behind the bar.

Bruce noticed that the old man's left foot was lame, and he followed the old man to close the kitchen door before turning his head and looking at Ryan suspiciously.

Ryan spread his hands: "Colorful is colorful, there is nothing to say, the world is colorful. The expectations of the old couple..." He paused, showing a perfect commercial smirk: "Like you."

The purely decorative lantern was burning quietly between them, Bruce ignored him and quietly peeled off his toffee.Then quickly throw it into Ryan's plate.

The revenge came so fast!

"Are you a primary school student, Bruce?" Ryan resentfully plunged the fork into the pasta on Bruce's plate.

"Wow, don't be angry. The toffee is the toffee. The toffee in the pasta, I believe it must be delicious." Bruce imitated Ryan's tone, like a colorful toffee that was about to change beat.

"Colorful" he pointed to his lips, and viciously stuffed the toffee on his plate into his mouth, "Think about it yourself, silly young master."

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