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Bruce was invited to Mrs. Emma's dinner, and as he expected, Himmler was also there.

When Mrs. Emma saw Bruce's arrival, as the organizer, she naturally came over to greet some important guests before leaving with him.

Bruce didn't need to bother thinking about how to get close to Himmler. As the richest man in Gotham, Himmler quickly walked up to him and had a chat with him, and this was the effect Bruce wanted most.

"Mr. Bruce, you are here too"

The exaggerated and joyful tone, the perfect upper-class social etiquette, without the slightest deviation.

"Of course, how could I miss the banquet hosted by Mrs. Emma?"

Bruce looked at the old woman who was busy shuttling among the guests, and naturally brought the topic up:

"Mrs. Emma seldom holds a banquet, why did she hold it this time?"

A normal opening that won't cause anyone's doubts, perfect to introduce any topic.

"Huh? Doesn't Mr. Bruce know? The Angel Orphanage under Mrs. Emma's name has lost several children, so Mrs. Emma decided to prepare a special fund to help find those lost children"

"Well, the invitation letter Mrs. Emma gave me didn't specify the theme of this dinner. It's a pity. I don't know if the lost children can be found."

Bruce took a drink from the tray in the hands of the passing attendant. The high-grade glass goblet was filled with amber-colored liquid. Tiny bubbles floated on the surface, and when a few broke at any time, they would make a slight noise and spread out. The smell of champagne.

Bruce shook the goblet in his hand slightly, and the amber champagne slowly swayed along the shape of the glass under the action of force.With different angles, the surface of the glass reflected the surrounding environment like a brown mirror, and finally Bruce stopped what he was doing:

"By the way, have you read the latest news?"

Hearing Bruce's question, Himmler asked instinctively.

"What news?"

"A while ago, there was an incident about several children being raped and murdered"

Bruce's eyes are slightly squinted, steel-blue pupils covered by thick eyelashes, looking casual.

"... When... When did this happen? Damn, I shouldn't just watch political and economic news"

Himmler asked in shock, but Bruce didn't miss the fleeting change in his expression reflected on the surface of the glass.

"That's what happened in the past six months. It's hard to believe that it's been half a year. Our police don't even have a clue."

Bruce frowned and said with a very unhappy expression about the inefficiency of the Gotham Police Department.

"It's really bad news, I think it's time to talk to MPs, we don't pay so much tax just to watch them on TV all day"

"Mr. Himmler really likes children very much."

Bruce turned his head to look at the man who was filled with righteous indignation, with angry expressions and fierce words, no one would doubt his anger at the moment.

"Of course, isn't Mr. Bruce the same? You also adopted an orphan"

"...You mean Dick? Yeah, he's very cute, just met him then, he's so small, so helpless, blue eyes full of tears, it's hard to put him down"

The topic has been brought into his range, and now he needs to start casting the bait.

"...Speaking of which, it seems that I have never seen you take him out in a play?"

"Haha, after all, the child will grow up. At that time, the days of always following behind his ass seemed like yesterday. Now, he is like a teenager in the rebellious period, but it is indeed the rebellious period. He ran out by himself. Living"

Bruce said with a smile while observing Himmler's expression.

"...It seems that you are very old yourself"

"Maybe, but how do you raise a child?"

"...Mr. Bruce really likes to joke"

"...Sometimes, I wonder if I should adopt another one. If so, let's adopt a child with green eyes this time..."

"...Oh? Why aren't you adopting one?"

"Hmm... How should I put it, the child was really cute when he was young..."

"Yeah indeed"

"So soft, small, following you, looking up at you, and then watching you call 'daddy' with those big wet eyes is like an angel, it's hard to refuse any request from them "

Bruce observed Himmler's expression for a while, and continued to speak:

"However, when a child grows up, that feeling...is hard to describe."

Bruce looked down at the shaking wine glass in his hand, and said with a little regret.

"...It is true that children are so cute when they are young. Sometimes I really want to say, if only they don't grow up."

Bruce stopped what he was doing, and through the wine glass in his hand, he could clearly see Himmler's expression staring at him at the moment.

The fish is hooked!

"It's true, sometimes I really wish they didn't grow up!"

"Oh, gentlemen, the dance is about to start, don't hide in the dark corners to discuss your business secrets, the girls are waiting."

Mrs. Emma suddenly appeared and interrupted the conversation between the two. The dance in the room had already started, and the girls began to search for their targets tonight.

The richest man in Gotham and the new star in the IT industry are naturally their coveted targets.But from the very beginning, the girls who got together only dared to stand aside and watch the two of them whispering, which was enough to show that Mrs. Emma's behavior was entrusted by others.

"... Then it would be my honor to ask you to dance?"

Bruce politely took Mrs. Emma's hand, he had some things to be sure.

"Oh, heh it's my pleasure"

Without refusing Bruce's invitation, Mrs. Emma took the hand that was extended to her, and walked to the dance floor under the jealous eyes of a group of young girls.

The richest man in Gotham already has a master, so the new IT star became the target of the girls.

While dancing with Mrs. Emma, ​​Bruce watched Himmler's situation.

"I seem to have heard you say something about the green-eyed child just now..."

Mrs. Emma's voice came from Bruce's arms.

"what?"

Bruce lowered his head in surprise, and unexpectedly saw that Mrs. Emma's face lost the gentle smile. The serious expression almost made every wrinkle on her face sharpen. Looking directly into Bruce's eyes like two sharp knives.

Although Bruce guessed that Mrs. Emma might have misunderstood him, but...

"...Of course, among all the eye colors, I really like green the most, especially the color like transparent green emerald, just like your color"

Hearing what Bruce said, Mrs. Emma politely left after the song to entertain other guests. Seeing Mrs. Emma's leaving back, Bruce rubbed his head with some headaches:

"...I hope that after this incident, I won't be on Mrs. Emma's blacklist."