[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

In the morning, Ryan rolled over and got out of bed in a daze.

The sirens of the police cars stopped in the middle of the night last night. It wasn't really that there were policemen chasing us, maybe there were, but the sirens were a trick of the system.

The purpose is to keep Jason.

The weak right leg couldn't hold Ryan upright, so he fell straight to the ground, where the softest and most comfortable woolen carpet was prepared for this moment.

He lay on the soft carpet for a while before slowly standing up while leaning against the wall.

He's not used to being a lame--

He will get used to it.

Ryan stood up on his crutches, Jason left long ago, after the police car siren stopped last night.

Ryan didn't let the horn sound for too long, it would not only make Jason suspicious, but also make Jason anxious, because the police can't hang around here for too long to catch him, Jason knows Gotham better than he does What kind of virtue is the policeman.

So Jason may guess what accident happened nearby. With his personality, he will definitely get out of here at risk, and then he will find that there is no police car. Then Jason will easily think that the siren sound is when he rejects Ryan. I remembered it, and then doubted it on Ryan's head.

Ryan didn't intend to ask Jason to agree to his request once. Jason hated being owed favors and being kidnapped morally by others.

But how can a person who lives in a dangerous alley in the West End and wears unusual clothes help Jason unconditionally? If Ryan doesn't ask Jason for anything in return, Jason will be jealous of him because of this. It wouldn't be a person Good sign.

Ryan wanted Jason to agree to his request willingly.

Ryan walked out of the room on crutches, intending to make something for breakfast, and then wipe away the blood left by Jason in the room.

Turning on the light, he was stunned, the blood on the floor had been cleaned up, not only the blood, Jason must have cleaned the whole living room, it was so clean that there was no trace of dust.

This was completely different from what he saw last night. Last night's living room looked clean at first glance, but there were varying degrees of dust accumulated in the corners and under the furniture.

There was a bank card on the table without any message, and Ryan knew that it was Jason's 'payment' for helping him last night.

The microwave was on, and Ryan limped over, turned on the microwave, and the aroma of food hit his face, and he even made a toasted sandwich for Ryan.

Ah this.

He originally thought that Jason Todd was the kind of bad tough guy with a hard mouth and a soft heart, but now it seems that his mind is more delicate than Ryan thought, and he can take care of many details that Ryan can't think of.

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Gotham West End, bars, the city that never sleeps.

The women with excellent figures wore masks and danced hotly on the stage holding poles. Their postures were sexy and hot. Even in this dim environment, their white flesh was still dazzling.

Men stood under the stage, reaching up to try to touch any morsel of the woman's well-maintained skin.

The ambiguous pink lights, the intoxicating aroma of wine, the women profuse, the men growl, and ambiguous sounds can be heard from time to time in the small private room made up of crystal curtains.

This is the city that never sleeps tonight, the most crowded place in the west district at night.

No one knows who is the boss behind the city that never sleeps tonight.

But he must be a big boss, because everyone knows that no one dares to cause trouble in the city that never sleeps tonight, and the city that never sleeps tonight is also the safest place in the West End after nightfall in Gotham.

Even if the two gangs are still fighting during the day, when they arrive in the city that never sleeps at night, they can only stare at each other, just like the Four Seasons Hotel or the Peace Hotel.

This is the most chaotic and safest place in Gotham, and it is also the best place to collect intelligence.

Jason was wearing a hoodie, and the wide hat covered most of his handsome features. He sat in the shadow near the bar, the most inconspicuous place, and no one came to disturb him.

There was a glass of wine in front of him, and he never took a sip. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the wooden bar.

He replied 'waiting' to every man and woman who tried to strike up a conversation with him, and only he himself knew that he was only here to collect information.

An unintentional remark from a drunk man's mouth could be the information Jason wanted.

There doesn't seem to be much news of value today.

Almost everyone is discussing that the Red Hood has taken over the Tiger Head Gang by himself. Although the Tiger Head Gang is not a very famous gang in the West District, they are strong because they have a large number of people and they control the transportation hub of the West District.

As a result, the Red Hood directly sneaked in and shot the leader of the Tiger Head Gang, and more than a dozen factions under the Tiger Head Gang fought to the death for the position of the leader of the Tiger Head Gang, and were finally taken away by the Red Hood.

One by one, the drunken bastards happily recounted the scene of the red hood taking down the tiger gang, as if they had all seen it with their own eyes.

Jason lost interest after listening for a while, and was about to drink the glass of wine and leave.

The commotion in the crowd caught Jason's attention, and he glanced lightly at the commotion.

Seeing the young man who looked like a little sheep in this dim scene, Jason's pupils shrank slightly, and he remained motionless as he raised the wine glass to his mouth.

The skinny young man I met the night before was wearing a pure black woolen sweater. His slightly curly black hair fell by his ears, and was coated with a layer of light powder under the dim light.

Those caramel-colored pupils dilated slightly, oh, it turned out that he was not black eyes.

Ryan's expression was pretending to be calm, as if he didn't see the naked eyes of the people around him, and he didn't hear the vulgar words of the people around him.

It's just that his hand, which was holding the crutch hard until the fingertips turned white, still revealed the tension of the young man.

Thinking it was the first time he had been to this kind of place, his eyes were shrunk, his eyes were lowered, and he only dared to look down, his ears were covered with a red glow, he obviously heard these words and was affected by them.

Crowds surrounded him, and no matter where he went, they were accompanied by words and sights directed at him.

Only then did Jason notice how clean Ryan was under the dim light, out of tune with the surroundings, like a camellia, beautiful and pure white, without any pollution.

Jason frowned, what is he doing here?If he appeared in the alley before because his family lived nearby, what is the reason for appearing in the city that never sleeps now?

Jason knew he shouldn't think about it, it was his freedom, but did Ryan know how many people would want to hurt him when he walked into this nightclub with a harmless appearance.

Even if you can't use force on Ryan in the nightclub, but outside the city that never sleeps, no one cares about it.

A little white flower like Ryan probably won't survive tonight.

So what is he doing here?Jason thought about the image of Ryan wanting to hire him.

The city that never sleeps is a good place to gather intelligence, and it is also a place where mercenaries often stay.

With a stick, Ryan limped towards the interior of the nightclub until the road in front of him was blocked by someone.

He raised his head, his expression didn't change, and his eyes couldn't hide the vigilance.

"...what's the matter?" Ryan asked.

The man with the cockscomb head looked at Lean with obscene eyes.

"What's wrong with your leg? Shall I show you, I have a brother who is..."

Ryan took half a step back, and he pursed his lips tightly.

The bearded man standing next to the cockscomb pushed the cockscomb. He glanced at Lean and said, "Little friend, this is not the place for you. Anyone here can eat you up."

Hearing the man's friendly words, Ryan relaxed a little, and he frowned: "I'm not a child."

Ryan looked up at the bearded man. He was twice as tall as him. If he said that he was a child, it seemed to be okay.

Ryan pursed his lips and said, "I'm here to do business."

As soon as Ryan's words fell, the surroundings were full of laughter. They scanned Ryan's face, waist, buttocks, and the defective leg with naked eyes. If the eyes were real, I'm afraid Ryan would be stripped clean .

Hearing the ridicules and undisguised gazes around him, Ryan tried to stand up straight like a normal person with a sullen face, but the defect in his legs always made one shoulder higher and the other shoulder lower.

"I'm here to hire someone."

Hearing what Ryan said, Jason took a sip of his wine, and he thought so.

"Hire?" A man standing beside Ryan reached out and rubbed Ryan's butt.

Ryan tensed his body subconsciously, killing intent rose in his heart instantly, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

He had to play the appearance of a poor little boy who was eager to get revenge and was bullied when he entered and exited this kind of scene for the first time.

Ryan, who was slapped on the buttocks, pursed his lips and leaned on his crutches, turned around and was about to leave.

As a result, the man who rubbed Ryan's ass jumped directly in front of Ryan, blocking his way.

"Little cripple, why are you going? Don't you want to hire someone?" The man said to Leian with a smile. "What do you think of me 'Iron Overlord'? No one in the West Side knows me."

Sure enough, when the man called himself the Iron Overlord, several people's expressions changed, and they silently backed away.

"Whether it's killing people or being a bodyguard, I'm good at it."

Even when he heard the man's self-recommendation, Ryan didn't look up, he just changed the direction and walked away. He knew that this man's purpose was not pure.

Sure enough, the man's next sentence revealed his purpose.

"The reward I want is very simple, how about letting me mess with you?"

Ryan didn't say a word, he sneered in his heart.

oh?Want to fuck me?It also depends on whether you have the life to fuck me, idiot.

So Ryan looked up at the man's ugly face and said, "If you need employment money, I can give you money, but this one won't work."

The man wanted to continue to say something, but the bearded man who reminded Ryan just now walked in front of him.

"People say they don't want it anymore, why are you still pestering me?"

The man was about to refute, when he took a closer look, he recognized the bearded man as the No. [-] killer in the Western District, and he quietly hid in the crowd.

The bearded man sneered. "A bullying thing."

Then the bearded man turned his attention to Ryan. "I'll take you out of here. This is not suitable for you. If you want to find mercenaries, there are other places that are more suitable, but not here."

Ryan nodded gratefully, walked out slowly with his stick, and the people around him didn't dare to say anything presumptuously under the pressure of their beards.

They glanced at Lean with pity. This is the usual method of the bearded, to deceive the trust of the prey with the posture of a protector, and then take the prey out of the city that never sleeps, so that he can do whatever he wants .

The Sleepless City only guarantees the safety of customers inside the Sleepless City, and if they leave the Sleepless City, they can only ask for blessings.

The bearded man embraced Ryan's waist from behind in an extremely possessive gesture, announcing his own victory tonight.

Ryan didn't notice it, at least on the surface, because the beard didn't touch him.

As long as Ryan goes out with the whiskers, he will probably be killed by the whiskers tonight. No one knows that the whiskers never cherish their bedmates, and there are no fewer than ten people who have been killed by him on the bed.

As a newcomer to the West District, Ryan naturally didn't know this.

At this time, one hand held the wrist of the bearded man, and pulled him away with an extremely domineering and forceful force.

The bearded man looked at the man in front of him who was half a head shorter than himself and not as strong as himself, and asked angrily, "What the hell do you want to do?"

Jason's eyes hidden under the hood stared at the man indifferently. Naturally, he would not break the rules of the city that never sleeps for Ryan.

He said coldly, "Take your hands away."

The beard almost laughed, and he looked at Ryan. "you know?"

When Ryan heard the movement, he turned his head and looked confused. He didn't recognize Jason who had taken off his helmet.