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

"I do not recognize."

Seeing Ryan's expression, the bearded man knew that Ryan didn't know Jason, so he looked at Jason contemptuously.

Oh, a flower protector who wants a hero to save the beauty.

"Didn't you hear that? Flower protector? Where did you come from?" The bearded man said in a rough voice.

Jason squinted his eyes, not in a hurry, he grabbed the bearded wrist with one hand, and slowly raised the other hand.

It was only then that people realized that he was still holding a glass in his hand, and during the action just now, not a single drop of wine spilled out of it.

He raised his glass, drained the liqueur in one gulp, and placed the glass on the tray of the waiter.

"Hey, little cripple."

"?" Ryan looked up in confusion.

"You said before that you wanted to hire me." When he said this, Jason kept looking at the bearded man with the corner of his mouth provocative.

Ryan was confused for a moment, and then came to his senses. He looked at Jason eagerly.

He also thought about it distractedly, Jason's tone seemed to be fighting for favor.

"I accepted it, remember the price you asked, I want to double the employment fee for one day."

Ryan nodded hastily, with a sincere and cautious smile on his face, so pure and dazzling in this dark and chaotic environment.

Jason smiled, watching the bearded face stiffen mockingly.

"Did you hear that? Go where you came from."

The bearded man looked at Jason viciously for a while, "Damn it, the duck in his mouth flew away, and he didn't want to pretend his temper anymore.

He yelled at Ryan and said loudly: "Damn it, why are you pretending to be pure when you come to this kind of place? Looking for mercenaries? Don't be ridiculous, just find a man."

Ryan's pupils shrank, and he looked at the beard in disbelief.

He didn't expect the bearded man who helped him just now would say such a thing.

emmmmm..

Although he did come to find a man under the name of "recruiting mercenaries", but both men and mercenaries were limited to Jason Todd.

As he said that, the bearded man looked at Jason contemptuously again. He finally regained some confidence from what he said just now.

"Could a little guy like that turn you on?"

But now that the beard has been insulted in front of him, Ryan is not the kind to be manipulated completely.

Ryan held back a few words after a while. "none of your business."

Forgive him, that's the only swear word a well-bred, well-bred man can stifle.

The bearded man didn't expect this young master, who looked very innocent and had never experienced the life of a lowly person, to swear. The ridicule of the people around him made his face livid.

He was furious: "Damn, you stinky best not to leave the city that never sleeps tonight, or I will kill you to death."

The bearded words startled Ryan, he shrank his shoulders, and tried to straighten himself up to show less fear, he pursed his lips and stared at the beard stubbornly.

Jason saw the beard threatening Ryan, he silently took a step forward to block between Ryan and the beard.

"I don't need your mouth, I can sew it up for you." Jason's voice was low, like the low roar of a locomotive engine.

Seeing that this side was about to turn into a conflict, the attendant wearing a metal mask stepped forward to separate Jason and the bearded.

The attendant walked towards the bearded man, spread his palms to him and said, "Sir, please hand in your admission card." The attendant's meaning was very clear, he wanted to expel the bearded man.

The bearded man instinctively wanted to get angry, and he turned his gaze to see those attendants who seemed to be doing their own thing, but their eyes were looking like this side.

He tried his best to suppress his anger. He thought of those people who caused troubles in the city that never sleeps for whatever reason, and no matter what their identities were, they failed to get out of the West End alive in the end.

But the bearded man is not reconciled, he relies on taking orders and looking for prey in the city that never sleeps, and he has too many enemies outside, in order to avoid those enemies, he spends almost every night in the city that never sleeps.

The bearded man pointed at Jason in disbelief and said, "Why don't you confiscate his admission card?"

The attendant was unmoved, and continued to spread his hands and said: "The rules of the city that never sleeps tonight are very fair. Whoever provokes conflicts and disputes will bear the punishment of the city that never sleeps."

"And I saw that it was you who started this verbal conflict with your rude words. In order to prevent it from becoming an absolute conflict, please hand in your admission card."

The attendant had already said so, and the bearded man couldn't help it. He took out the admission card from his bag and handed it to the attendant slowly. His reluctance could be seen from his movements.

"How long will I have to be confiscated?"

The attendant put away the admission card, showing a businesslike smile. "Sir, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter or leave the Sleepless City within this month."

The bearded man immediately yelled reluctantly, and was driven out of the Sleepless City by the attendants.

After the bearded man left, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. He stared at Jason with burning eyes. He was a little worried that Jason pretended to agree because he was afraid that he would be embarrassed by the bearded beard.

He didn't seem to kidnap Jason morally, so he whispered: "If you only agreed to help me out, I can pretend that you didn't say what you just said."

Jason glanced at Ryan with a half-smile, and directly denied it: "Break it out for you? No, I'm not in the mood."

"That..."

"I don't have any money to spend, can't I earn some extra money?"

Didn't you say that being the boss of the West End earns more?Ryan swallowed the words silently.

"Come with me." Jason glanced at the people around who were still coveting Ryan in a warning way, and he took Ryan to a private room where no one was in the corner, but he could see the whole nightclub scene.

A waiter came with a wine list.

To use the private room, you must order two glasses of wine above a certain price in Sleepless City. Jason looked carefully at the list, ordered a glass of the wine he drank most often, and ordered a glass of wine with almost no alcohol for Ryan.

"Pay." Jason looked up at Ryan.

Ryan took out his card from his bag and swiped the money in a good manner.

After doing all this, Jason didn't speak. He took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it in front of Ryan. The white light of the screen hit Jason's face.

If Ryan had observed Jason carefully, he would have found that Jason was always looking at him from the corner of his eye.

Ryan sat on the seat, looked out through the pink decorative curtain like a curious baby, and saw the hot and exposed women dancing on the stage at a glance.

Ryan, who had lived in the flower fields since he was a child, had almost never stepped out of the Cadia Manor, and only hid in the West District in the past few days. He had never seen such a scene.

He quickly turned his gaze to the other side, and happened to see a man holding a woman in the corner again. The woman's white and tender legs were raised high, and it seemed that she was doing something indescribable.

Now Ryan didn't dare to look at it, he quickly looked away.

There was a layer of blush on that fair face, and his eyes were evasive. It looked like a delicious cake, or a white and soft lamb.

Ryan discreetly picked up the wine on the table and took a sip.

"cough--"

Ryan, who had never drank alcohol in this vest, and apparently had never drunk alcohol in this vest, drank half a glass of tequila in one gulp, and was almost out of breath from choking.

Watching Ryan reaching out for his own glass of tequila, Jason:  …

He reluctantly pressed the button on the table and asked the attendant for a glass of water.

Ryan's throat was burning fiercely, as if he had swallowed the flames, and the flames rolled through his mouth and nasal cavity, and his ears were also buzzing. The hot Ryan couldn't calm down for a long time.

He bowed his waist and stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and coughed softly. His sleeve brushed across the table and knocked down the half-drinked glass of tequila.

Ice cubes, mint leaves, lemon slices and wine were all poured on Ryan.

Ryan was shrunk from the ice and wine, and in a frantic attempt to straighten up, he knocked over the crutches beside him, and the crutches fell and hit the servant who came in with the tray.

The white water on the tray was overturned by the crutches, and the water was smoking, probably scalding water.

Attendant: ...

Jason: ...

"Sorry, are you okay?"

Realizing that he had caused trouble, Ryan propped himself up on the table and stood up. He didn't care to shake off the broken ice and leaves on his body, and reached out to wipe off the water stains on the attendant's body.

Jason hurriedly stopped Ryan. He still remembered that Ryan was a lame man, but Ryan obviously didn't remember that he was a lame man. If he went up like this, there was an 80.00% probability that he would fall directly on the attendant.

Jason reached out and grabbed Ryan by the back of the collar, and slid him to his side, like a cat being caught by the back of fate's neck, and Ryan couldn't move.

So Ryan could only look at the attendant with apologetic eyes.

The attendant's blue eyes hidden under the golden mask looked at Ryan quietly, and said calmly: "I'm fine."

really all right?Your clothes are still smoking! ! !

For some reason, Jason always felt that there was a little grievance hidden in the servant's calm tone, and he dared not speak out.

Jason frowned and said, "Bring some tissues."

The servant who received the order turned and left, walking fast.

Jason and Ryan were left looking at each other. After a while, the tissue was delivered, and it was brought by a different attendant.

Ryan was about to take a tissue to wipe the water stains on his body, but Jason snatched it away. Ryan looked at Jason in confusion.

Jason sneered: "Just sit and wait for someone to serve you if you have limited mobility, young master."

After speaking, Jason took a tissue and wiped away the marks left on Ryan's body. His movements were full of impatience, but the force on Ryan's body was very gentle.

Ryan couldn't help but bend his eyes.

Jason Todd was, as he expected, the hard-spoken and soft-hearted type.

Ryan also inevitably had a kind of joy of being taken care of.

From the corner of Jason's eyes, he saw Ryan pursing his lips and snickering. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in a nasty voice, "This is not within my job duties, and I need to pay extra for this."

Ryan blinked his eyes. Coincidentally, he was not short of money at all. He smiled and said, "Okay, then I will hire him as my bodyguard to protect my safety."

"Then--"

Jason frowned, and he looked up at Ryan.

The expression on Ryan's face was calm and confident, and his caramel-colored eyes were shining with pride and confidence.

He didn't seem to be worried that Jason would reject him, which was completely different from the Ryan he had seen before.

This comes from the natural self-confidence and arrogance brought to him by his family, which is not the temperament that two or three generations of nobles in Gotham can cultivate.

At least at the level of the four major families, but Jason knows their details very well.

Batman's Wayne family, Batwoman's Kane family, then the Silence's Elliot family, and the Penguin's Copperpot family.

This made Jason a little curious, which family did Ryan belong to?Why have I never seen it.

"Then hire you as my housekeeper, responsible for managing my daily life."

Ryan added: "The remuneration of bodyguards and housekeepers is divided into two people."

After speaking in one breath, Ryan saw Jason's expression was not very good.

He added in a smart and soft way: "Is it okay?"

It was not him who was confident, exuding pride, and looked like a beautiful peacock just now, he was still that poor little cat that was drenched by rain.

Jason was about to laugh, he wanted to refuse at first, but looking at Ryan's pitiful expression and the sticky alcohol on his body, he remembered that Ryan didn't do a single good thing just now.

...I feel that if I don't help take charge of Ryan's life, Ryan will play himself to death.

But Jason's mouth was merciless. "Why not? Who would feel bad about money for doing less work for another double pay?"

"Let the Red Hood be your housekeeper, you are the first person in Gotham to dare to do so."

Hearing Jason's words, Ryan finally relaxed.