[Comprehensive British and American] The son of the villain does not want to inherit the family busi

"This...is it a little too long?" After hesitating for a while, Kervin finally couldn't help but pushed Bruce Wayne's shoulder.

Twenty minutes ago, when this man turned into a particularly unfamiliar alleyway, he felt something was wrong.

But he didn't bring it up at that time, because the street was partially destroyed by Superman, and some roads could no longer be passed-maybe the man just took a long detour because of it?

But now the other party has completely left the urban area, and the flickering lights and long sirens of police cars are all left behind by them.

This made Ke Erwen couldn't help recalling the previous experience of mistaking the other party for a human trafficker, and felt from the bottom of his heart that the other party was more suspicious this time.

"If you get impatient waiting, can you have some candy? I remember there is one near the co-pilot seat."

Hearing this, Ke Wen glanced at the places where he could store items, and found a jar of sugar very close to his hand—it was the kind he often bought in nearby stores, and he was very fond of it.

"Don't you really think you look like a human trafficker?" He casually stuffed a candy into his mouth, and then stretched out his hand towards the steering wheel, "Why don't you just let me drive it, after all your hands... …injured."

When he got the steering wheel, Kervin would immediately turn around and drive back to the city.Although he didn't mention it again after getting in the car, the few strands of hair that were burned away by the heat vision were actually the spikes in his heart all the time-he had to get it done before returning to the camera!

But Bruce Wayne turned his head to look at him amusedly, "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Of course I—" Ke Wen couldn't wait to show his strength, but got stuck halfway through.

Of course he can drive a car, all kinds of cars!

What was a car to a man like him?Even if an airplane, a tank, or a spaceship come before him, he can still drive away—in the words of his old fathers, this is the basic quality of being a qualified villain.

However, in this society ruled by law, it is one thing to be able to open a license, and another to have a certificate.Although Ke Erwen has mastered most of the skills, he does not have the corresponding certificates.

It's not that he didn't propose to take the exam, it's just that... his old fathers think it's unreasonable—as a villain, how can he act according to the social system?That's too bad!

He thought it made some sense at the time, but now—

"Since you don't have a driver's license, baby just sit down obediently. It's easy to fall when you reach for the steering wheel."

Bruce Wayne behaved very calmly, as if he had already guessed the answer that Colvin did not say, and at the end he even added thoughtfully, "If the sugar is too sweet, there is mineral water beside it, you You can drink whatever you want."

Colvin: "..."

"arrive."

Just when the young man was holding the mineral water bottle and pinching the regular ring on it to protrude boredly, the reminder that he could get off the car finally came from the driver's seat.

He looked up at the surrounding environment, and then quickly attracted his attention to the ancient manor in front of him-so, what Bruce Wayne called "taking him for a ride" meant driving him back to the other party's house? !

What kind of logic is this? !

Taking advantage of Bruce Wayne getting out of the car first, Colvin flipped from the passenger seat to the driver's seat and wanted to drive the other party's car to run quickly, but found that the car key had been pulled out long ago.

At the same time, the car door was opened, and a well-dressed old butler stood outside and smiled at him, "Is that Mr. Colvin? I heard about you from Master Bruce. I have already prepared your dinner." .”

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ke Erwen always felt that the butler's attitude towards him seemed to be much more enthusiastic than his master standing not far away...

This sense of weirdness was maintained until the table, and the young man watched helplessly as the kind old man pushed the single-serve dessert to his side without hesitation.

This is too much, just like the old father who can't wait to marry his old son in the scripts he has read, and hopes that others will take care of him-this old housekeeper must not know that he and It's just the most common money transaction between Bruce Wayne.

He pushed the stack of cookies towards Bruce Wayne, which made the corner of the man's tight mouth loosen a little.Then Ke Wen tactfully suggested: It's getting late, maybe he should go back to his home to deal with other things.

"No." Bruce Wayne took a cookie from the plate, and then pushed the rest to Colvin.

He blinked at the young man, "According to what Superman said, after being possessed, you need to have a comprehensive physical examination."

Is this what Bruce Wayne and Superman were talking about after getting in the car? !But it's not necessary at all, Ke Wen feels good now!And...he still has to hurry up to find Batman's secret base——

"I will go to the hospital for an examination by myself!"

"The Wayne family has the best personal doctor."

"... No matter how you look at it, the doctors in the hospital should be more professional, right?"

In response to this, Alfred brought a whole stack of materials for his master.

Those words were arranged too densely on the page, and Ke Wen could only pick out a few words to read.

Various awards, various degrees, and even professional certifications, almost no one can pick the thorns from it.Seeing the last page, Ke Erwen asked sullenly, "...Can you treat your hair?"

Bruce Wayne fell into silence, but Alfred responded affirmatively on behalf of the other party, "Yes."

Ke Wen's eyes suddenly burst into unprecedented brilliance, "Then I will stay! As long as it can cure my hair, you can do whatever you want!"

During the meal, he had been secretly using his mobile phone to contact Lex Luthor's private hair growth laboratory, but the other party did not give him any useful advice—ha, this kind of useless laboratory should have been Outlawed!That's why Lex Luthor is still willing to believe them, and doesn't look at his bald head that hasn't grown a single hair yet!Now that Alfred is willing to take the blame, he will give it a try no matter what!

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Bruce Wayne got up and went to the Batcave to prepare the instruments needed.When he finished handling everything and returned to the dining room, he saw Ke Wen obediently sitting on a chair with his head down, letting Alfred wipe the missing hair with something.

When the old housekeeper said yes, the young man immediately jumped up from his seat and ran all the way to the mirror not far away to look here and there.

Alfred laughed, "Master Bruce occasionally shaved his hair when he was dealing with other things. If you use this thing, not only can the hair grow back quickly, but it can also be used to cover up the hair before it grows out. "

"I really can't see it." After carefully examining himself in the mirror countless times, Ke Wen nodded, and the smile returned to his face, "I mean, every time Bruce Wayne appears in front of the public So eye-catching, it turns out there is a unique method!"

For this sentence, Alfred also responded with a smile.Even though they had only been together for an hour or two, it seemed like they had known each other for a long time.

"Alfred." Bruce Wayne, who was waiting for the two of them to finish chatting for half an hour, finally couldn't help reminding him in a low voice, "The purpose of me bringing him back to Wayne Manor is just for a physical examination. "

"I know." The old butler also responded to the other party with no psychological burden at all, "I just fulfilled the responsibility of a butler and made the guests who came to Wayne Manor happy."

Perhaps Alfred's method really worked, and Colvin, who was no longer anxious about his hair problem, was very cooperative with everything that happened next—until Bruce Wayne took out the anesthetic.

"Do you need this for a physical examination?" Looking at the liquid flowing in the needle, Ke Wen felt a little dazed.

"Some special reasons." Bruce Wayne's expression was normal.

The instruments in the Batcave are not suitable for being moved to Wayne Manor. This inspection can only be done in the Batcave, and he currently does not intend to take the risk of exposure to the Batcave.

After saying this, he was not surprised to see Ke Wen frowned - no one wants to lose consciousness in a completely unfamiliar environment where they don't know if they will encounter danger.

But in the end, the young man just looked at him with his eyes open, as if he was looking at the deer in the hunter's black cave at the mouth of the wood when it was about to die, "Don't shoot too much, okay? I don't want to sleep for too long."

"……it is good."

Accompanied by the infusion of the slightly cool liquid, Ke Wen closed his eyes, and even the slightly frowned brows calmed down.

In fact, he didn't care if Bruce Wayne would do what they just agreed, because his old fathers had done similar training for him.He has long been resistant to most of the anesthetics in the world, and the less effective ones can't even make him fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took, maybe 10 minutes, maybe 5 minutes, or even shorter.The young man who was lying quietly on the table with various instruments connected to his body suddenly opened his eyes.

The cold light from electronic products around made him dizzy, but he still vaguely saw the dark top of his head—is this... a cave?

Before Ke Wen could see it more clearly, a hand with a leather glove blocked his eyes.Of course, this is not the most vigilant for young people.

At the moment when his eyes were blocked, Ke Wen clearly felt something cold and sharp pressed against his neck.

His eyes gradually turned red, Ray was ready to go, "Who is it?"