From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone

He shouted so loudly that Leslie, who was sorting out his tools, started.

The cool old lady with gray hair but full of energy glared at Bruce and said, "It's almost noon now. Fortunately, you haven't had breakfast yet. Also, call me Leslie or Dr. Leslie. Calling me sister sounds too fake, and I don't like to hear you call me grandma either."

Leo nodded obediently.

She has personality and is really cool!

After a few small talk, the full physical examination began.

At the beginning, they were all routine items, basic vital signs checks, internal medicine, surgery, and ENT examinations, all of which were easy small items.

His good mood lasted until after he finished drawing blood from his veins, Leslie handed him two medical containers with overly recognizable shapes.

The two containers - one was a blue-capped glass tube, and the other was a small round white box with a lid.

"Routine urine and stool tests. There's a bathroom next to it. Go get the samples yourself."

"...Ah!?" Leo opened his mouth wide. Lao Wei had never done this project for him. "Is it that serious?"

The supervisor who had been watching him said, "As for you, you are not from this world. I want to make sure that you do not carry any super viruses, super bacteria, or dangerous parasites. Your existence itself may pose a threat to humans and even the entire ecological chain."

The moment he finished speaking, Leo felt that he really deserved to die for actually threatening the entire world.

But he changed his mind the next moment, thinking that Bruce's words were nonsense: "If I were so dangerous, the virus would have spread long ago. Don't forget, I've ridden in your car before!"

Bruce nodded in agreement. "You're right. This time I was negligent and didn't consider the possibility that you are an alien or from another world. Next time this happens, I will build a shelter on the spot to completely isolate the unstable factor from the outside world."

Leo was dumbfounded. Bruce... no, he should be Batman in his current state. He, he really... has that serious illness!!

Now, the predecessors cut down the trees, and the successors were exposed to the sun. He can only say sorry to his successors - all the mistakes are... Batman's fault! Don't blame the wrong person!

Even though he complained, Leo still walked towards the bathroom with a stern face.

Judging from Bruce's stubborn look, he suspected that if he didn't take action, someone might resort to force to take the sample...

After a few minutes, hand in the sample.

After waiting for another half an hour, Leo's physical examination report came out.

"Your physical indicators are very healthy, healthier than most people I've seen. I don't see anything wrong. I feel like you're from Earth."

Leslie looked over the report and made a casual comment.

Leo sighed: "Doctor, please remove the word 'feeling'. I am not from Earth. Am I an alien?"

"That's hard to say. I'll have to do a genetic test on you later to make sure your DNA is consistent with that of a human."

"It doesn't matter, just do whatever you want..." Leo gave up struggling.

Leslie's lips curled up slightly, with a smile on his face: "Don't be so nervous, just treat it as a normal physical examination. Um... you have a slight inflammatory reaction in your body, and your neutrophil and white blood cell counts are low. Are you taking anti-inflammatory drugs?"

Leo was stunned and nodded hesitantly.

He takes the medicine prescribed by Lao Wei every day and he cannot stop taking it.

"Show me the medicine."

Bruce simply stretched out his hand, and his tone was as if it was a matter of course.

Leo was numb, so he took out the painkiller and anti-inflammatory medicine given by Lao Wei, aimed it at his stinky face, raised his hand and threw it with great force!

The medicine bottle turned into an afterimage and flew straight into his face.

Unfortunately, Bruce reacted too quickly and caught it with a swing of his right hand.

The first fight with Batman can only end in... a draw!

Chapter 79: Paid Sitting

Bruce used his mobile phone to take a picture of the handwritten medical instructions from Old Wei on the bottle, and asked Leslie to collect some samples with a sampling bottle.

Then he returned the medicine to Leo.

Leo has become somewhat accustomed to this kind of dominance and self-assertion.

His current strategy is to "follow the will of the beholder". As long as it does not harm his own interests, he will try his best to obey Bruce, the most stubborn donkey...

The last part of the physical examination is various X-rays.

Whether it was X-ray, CT, or MRI, Leo refused sternly, showing an attitude that nothing he said would work.

He has many implants in his body, including titanium bones which have excessive metal content, so it is too dangerous to do these tests.

I thought Bruce would object, but unexpectedly he just looked at me meaningfully and didn't insist.

Very suspicious...

This is not like Bruce's style, unless... he has some important information.

This speculation was confirmed during the subsequent breakfast session.

Bruce first complained about the bad taste of the fried chicken he had in the morning, and then seemingly inadvertently said something that almost choked Leo to death:

"You have a lot of prosthetics on your body, right? Your technology is advanced enough that you have even embarked on the path of mechanized prosthetic transformation."

The fried chicken in Leo's mouth suddenly didn't taste good anymore, and he took several sips of Coke before he could swallow it.

"How...did you know that?"

"I opened the emergency medical kit." Bruce did not hide anything. "Although it was damaged, I managed to find a simple data chip in it. It feels like the black box on an airplane, which is used to collect the user's physical information."

"Thanks to the USB converter you provided, I was able to export the data. Above is my inspection result, which highlights that no prosthetic installation data was detected. This is a pure natural person."

Leo wanted to say something, but he suddenly remembered the trademark on the medical kit and suddenly felt relieved - the trauma team really took the opening of the box to the extreme, and they even had to steal customer information when selling a medical kit.

You know, that medical kit is disposable for customers, but not for the trauma team. They even have a trade-in service, where old products can be turned into a 10% discount.

He originally thought they were trying to put new wine in old bottles and reuse medical kits, but he didn't expect them to collect customer information as well. This group of people is really annoying...

"Um... didn't you rest last night? How come you still have time to work?"

Bruce ate his nutritious and visually rich Western breakfast with an elegant posture, and took a sip of tea calmly.

"I got up at eight, finished disassembling at half past eight, and checked the data in the chip before nine. Then I found out - you were still not awake..."

Leo just focused on eating fried chicken and didn't want to look him in the eye.

Smart people are already annoying. Smart people who are diligent and hardworking...can't they leave some room for others?

Silence, silence is Cambridge this morning.

After breakfast, Leo was forced to live a decadent life of eating and waiting to die.

The reason is that Bruce doesn't allow him to go out...

"I'm going to study the 'home monitoring system' you brought out. You can go back to your room and rest. You can't leave here until the results of the genetic sequencing come out."

He stood up and walked towards the laboratory, saying without looking back,

"By the way, continue making up your story. I want to know the answers to those three questions by dinner. That's it."

That’s right…that’s it.

Leo was lying on the sofa in his room, looking at the ceiling blankly.

He knew that coming to Gotham might not be smooth, but he did not expect that he would be under house arrest by Batman in less than 24 hours.

Looking at the bustling metropolis outside the window, he felt pessimistic as if he had become a bird in a cage.

dong dong dong-

"It's me, Alfred."

The old butler's gentle voice came from outside the door.

Leo quickly adjusted his facial expression and sitting posture, and said loudly: "Come in."

Ah Fu pushed the door open and walked in, holding a tray in his hand.

"Mr. Leo, this is the young master paying for your medical expenses. Also, he saw that you didn't seem to have a cell phone, so he decided to give you one."

The white cloth covering the tray was unfolded, revealing a black bank card and a high-end-looking mobile phone.

Ah Fu waited for him to pick up the two items and introduced them softly, "Considering that you don't have a legal identity, the young master helped you register one using your full name. Then he used your identity to apply for an anonymous, non-lost bank card. The password is written on the back of the card."

Leo turned it over and saw - 123456, hmm, easy to remember.

"What does registration mean? Where do I register?"

"The U.S. citizen database, as long as your genetic test is passed, professionals will help you with other procedures so that you can automatically obtain U.S. citizenship."

"It's not... uh, it's okay."

Leo wanted to say that this was illegal, but then he thought, this is Gotham, and the person who did this is called Bruce Wayne... That's okay, here, Batman can do anything.

"I believe you can initialize your phone by yourself. I, an old man who can't keep up with the times, won't be a hindrance. I wish you a happy life!"

The old butler left with a smile.

As soon as he left, Leo jumped up and rushed towards the computer.

[Quick, quick, quick! Check how much money is in this card for me! This is my first pot of gold!]

[Let me see... Hmm, this is a VIP card for a high-end private bank. First time logging in. Please change your password.]

[It’s so troublesome, 132540, I’ll just use the current time as the password. ]

Anyway, he would put his bank card in the space when not in use, so he wouldn't worry about it being lost or stolen.

The computer screen automatically jumped to the online banking and entered his personal account.

Total assets: USD 250.

"Oh man, this feels so good--!"

Leo lay on his back in the computer chair, stretching his body, with an extremely intoxicated expression on his face.

This money is his minimum living allowance.

As long as these 25 are exchanged for supplies, Night City can barely be maintained.

He excitedly picked up a can of Coke and drank it, tapping the table happily.

Of course he knew that there was something wrong with this card and the phone. If he bought a drink on the street, the bill would be sent to Batman's database.

But what does it matter?

What he wanted to buy were ordinary drinks and food ingredients, which were completely legal, and Batman couldn't do anything to him even if he knew.

[Leo, don't get too excited. This little money is not enough to upgrade the core computer room.]

[I know that Big Head still has to look at the home surveillance system and wait a little longer. From what I know about Batman, he will never allow such technology that could endanger public safety to get out of control.]

After communicating with Chunbai, he picked up his phone and started fiddling with it.

Not to mention, this is a high-end custom-made machine, so the price must be high.

How does the saying go... give a slap in the face and then give a sweet date.

Batman is indeed a master of psychology, and he is proficient in all kinds of psychological manipulation strategies.

Including the kindness of the old butler Ah Fu, can be seen as part of "playing the good cop or the bad cop".

"Fortunately, I can leave after a few days. If I were trapped in Gotham forever and was subjected to PUA by Batman every day, I would end up in the same cell with the Joker sooner or later..."

After getting the guaranteed funds, Leo calmed down. He lay on the bed with his phone in his arms, enjoying the wonderful life of paid sitting duck.

Showing off one's talents for the first time: Chapter 80: Released from prison after serving sentence!

At two o'clock in the afternoon, have a simple Cantonese afternoon tea and recall the taste of hometown.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the dessert before the meal is pure natural, handmade cream smoothie. Eating a bite in the hot summer is like being a living god!

At six o'clock in the afternoon, go to have dinner with the richest man in Gotham and tell him stories.

"I don't know who killed your parents. I just found some excuses on the Internet to delay time after confirming your identity."

“I don’t know the Joker’s true identity, but I have collected more than a dozen versions of the Joker’s origins, all told by the Joker himself.”

"As for the conspiracy hanging over this city, you can go read the local nursery rhymes in Gotham, the kind used to scare children. That's all I can say. I don't want to get involved in your mess."

Leo was interested in the inferior version of Dionysus Factor and Amber Gold in the hands of the Court of Owls, but he knew one thing very well - the greater your ability, the greater the things you can do.

He is still very weak now and can barely protect himself. He must not provoke those ruthless lunatics too early.