American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Chapter 21 Boss, lend me some money

The food and wine that Falconet ruined due to a joke were eaten up by Downton at Ozwald's.

After enjoying a hearty French meal, he walked out of the Iceberg Club under Oswald's reluctant gaze.

Before he took two steps, a dancer stopped in front of Donton.

"This is what our eldest sister wants to give to you!"

While chewing gum, she handed the business card with lip prints on it to Donton.

After taking the business card, Donton glanced at it and found it was another one with only one number.

"Your eldest sister is Liv?" Donton asked.

"Of course, I'm under the protection of Sister Liv."

The dancer responded proudly, putting her hands on her hips and looking at Donton.

Looking at the hen in front of him that looked like a rooster, Donton nodded slightly.

“At a time like this, Liv really can’t have too much contact with me. The Falconet family won’t have a good impression of me.

However, a middleman like her should be used to the feeling of being caught in the middle.

Go back and tell Liv that I will find a suitable time to contact her when I need her."

After saying that, Donton turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing that Donton patted his butt and left, the dancer with her hands on her hips was slightly stunned and quickly shouted!

"Wait, you...you don't even give a tip?"

"What?" Donton turned back in confusion.

"I said tip, tip!"

As the dancer explained, she danced excitedly.

"You were just in the club... bang~!"

With shining eyes, she imitated Downton's action of scattering money, and continued to speak to him expectantly.

"That move is so cool, and you are so cool too, I thought you would do that in front of me too.

I even took off my bar to pick up money in front of you, sir, please give me a tip, thu～～!"

As the dubbing played, the dancer jumped in anticipation, raising her hands to the sky in a gesture of making a grand entrance.

Looking at the dancer, Donton was stunned for a moment, then suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud.

It was the biggest laugh he had had all day, and as he did so he held up his travel bag to the dancer.

"When you first asked me for a tip, I wanted to shoot you!

But you... Whew~, hahahahaha!!!"

Donton laughed and threw the entire travel bag to the dancer.

The dancer took the travel bag with surprise, but was immediately shaken by the weight of the bag.

At the same time, Downton was still laughing.

“Liv really understood my thoughts and found a weirdo like you.

Tell Liv when you get back that next time I come to the Iceberg Club, I'll let you and her accompany me.

You can spend about ten thousand dollars from this bag of money yourself, and the rest can be considered as the fee I pay in advance to Liv, the middleman.

By the way, when I come to the club, you and her must wear a pair of stockings that feel great.

Besides, squat down, didn’t you practice the action of picking up money and take off the bar?

I can't let you practice for nothing, take it off!"

At this point, Donton pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the dancer.

Facing the gun, the dancer was not afraid at all, but simply looked around.

Seeing that there were no one around, the dancer immediately covered her chest with her hands and pulled her dance costume down.

Duang~~~

As the scene of bouncing appeared, the dancer smiled with her hands covering her mouth, and asked Donton generously while putting on her dance costume.

"Is this enough?"

"That's bullshit, but that's it for now. You have nice skin and a nice breast shape. I'll talk about it next time."

Donton waved to the dancer and then walked towards the street in the distance.
Looking at Downton's back, the dancer smiled and chewed gum, then excitedly returned to the Iceberg Club with her money bag.

In the warehouse area near the club, on the rooftop of a five-story building illuminated by the setting sun, Bruce looked at the dancer's satisfied look with an expressionless face.

“Because it was stolen money, I didn’t care.

Or maybe people like you just can't care about money because you already have the most precious thing.

Or maybe your mentality all along has been... Zorro?
Even if you never consider money as your own, then anyone else’s money is yours in your eyes!”

Having said that, Bruce tightened his tattered coat and parkoured from the current rooftop to another rooftop.

More than a decade ago, around the time when Thomas Wayne died, a major accident occurred in Gotham City due to the tall billboards on the rooftops of various buildings.

As a result, the mayor at the time issued an order prohibiting the installation of large billboards and other giant obstacles on the roofs of buildings in Gotham City.

This order undoubtedly facilitated Bruce's actions, allowing him to wander more calmly in the high-rise buildings. As for his pursuit of Downton, it was even more natural.

After he witnessed Downton's extraordinaryness at the battle between the Sabatino family and the Dimitrov family, he never stopped tracking Downton.

Although Donton's random teleportation from time to time caused him a lot of trouble in tracking, Bruce had his own way.

Why track a person when you can track him?

Bruce only needs to target the Dimitrov family and the Sabatino family who prompted Downton to join the battlefield!

Although Bruce had not put on the bat costume at this time, his tracking skills were not something Downton could match.

Completely unaware that he was being observed, Downton, holding a pistol, walked to a road only 130 meters away from the Iceberg Club and randomly pulled the trigger at a Lamborghini that was obviously heading towards the club.

boom!
The sudden gunshots in the sunset startled the people nearby and caused the Lamborghini to slam on the brakes.

"Are you looking for death?"

A young man with dyed red hair and slicked back hair walked out of the car. He walked towards Donton while aiming his gun at him.

boom!
boom!
The two men fired at the same time, but Donton was not shot. Instead, the young man was shot in the thigh.

"I'm not looking for death, I'm looking for money, man.

Seeing that you are driving a Lamborghini at such a young age, you must be worth quite a lot.

I have donated all my money to the Bodhisattva, Boss, can you lend me some money?"

Donton walked over, kicked the gun out of the young man's hand rudely, and then took out the young man's wallet.

After taking out more than 3,000 yuan in cash, Donton threw the wallet back to the young man.

Then, Donton opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat naturally.

While starting the car unskillfully, Donton pointed the gun at the panicked woman in the passenger seat.

"I just want cash, and then you can go and take your male companion to the hospital."

"But...but..."

Facing the muzzle of Donton's gun, the woman was trembling badly but still spoke with great grievance.

"But this car is mine, and his...his money is mine, too. Even the wallet was given to him by me..."

"Oh, shit!"

Donton frowned, opened the car door and got out, then shot the young man in the leg again.

"Ah! My legs!! You're a fucking lunatic!!!"

As the young man screamed, Donton sneered unhappily.

"Fuck, he's not a bootlicker, but a "successful man"!"

After he finished speaking, Donton got back into the car and started driving.

Seeing herself being dragged away by Donton like this, the woman who looked only in her twenties almost shrank back in nervousness.

"Can you let me off? I don't want the car anymore and the money is all yours, okay?"

She asked Donton tremblingly, and Donton simply shook his head.

"It's not that easy, but don't worry, I'm not interested in your car."

"So what are you interested in?" the woman asked nervously.

Hearing the woman's question, Donton freed his hand in annoyance and patted the woman's smooth thigh hard.

Looking at Donton's actions, the woman froze slightly, then became strangely a little excited.

Being robbed, then kidnapped, and then possibly being hugged by a wall.

This was the first time in her life that she had such an experience, and this excitement was even more exciting to her than the marijuana she had just started using!

However, facing the woman's expression gradually turning into one of expectation, Donton withdrew his hand in boredom.

"As you can see, my clothes are so shabby, I need to change into something more suitable.

Three thousand dollars is definitely not enough. I thought I would have to pick a few more lucky people, but who told me to meet you, such a sucker. "

Having said that, Donton patted the woman's thigh again.

"If I can give him flowers, it doesn't matter to me.

Pay me the bill later, and leave me a few thousand in change. Hurry up and get it done before the police get here, you hear me?"

"Ah this!"

The woman was slightly stunned, then her face turned red.

“My…my father is a Gotham City councilman.

If you're really in a hurry, I can call my father and ask the police to come later!
Even...even if it lasts all night, it's fine!"

"An entire night? You wish!"

Donton slapped the woman's head in annoyance. What kind of person is this?

Gotham is indeed not far from its end!

(End of this chapter)