The afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, and through a thick layer of fog, the neon lights began to shine in Gotham's night.
Newspapers blown by the wind and pedestrians walking in a hurry on the road are the eternal scenery of Gotham. Especially in the old neighborhoods of this prosperous city, the pedestrians are even more hurried, and even the wind seems to be faster.
"fvck!"
Kairos tore off the newspaper that was blown by the wind on his face, crumpled it into a ball and threw it casually on the ground.
He tightened his collar and took two steps back toward the alleyway behind him.
"Hey, Kairos! What's going on outside?"
Deep in the alley, a rough voice sounded.
Looking back at his two companions, Kairos didn't say anything, but simply shook his head.
It's just a little windy, and this kind of thing is nothing compared to what the guy kneeling in the alleyway begging for mercy, with tears streaming down his face, is going to face.
"If you ask me, just stab him to death. I can't get the money back anyway..."
Half-turning around, Kairos lit a crumpled cigarette and held it in his mouth, muttering something to himself. He looked up at the street in a daze, as if he saw a strange person moving this way... moving over?
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"Nathan, I, I just...please be nice, please! It's not that I don't want to pay back the money, I just, I mean, I will pay it back, I just hope you can give it a few days, Nathan, you know Yes, I..."
"OKok, Eric, come on~ You don't have to be like this. We have been friends for several years, right?"
Deep in the alley, it looked like the back entrance of a certain restaurant. Various idle kitchen utensils and large buckets containing kitchen waste made the already not very spacious alley even tighter.
The smell of the air is not very good, and the ground is full of black dirty water and oil. At this time, a man named Eric was kneeling on the ground in the dirty water, holding his hat carefully with his hands. His pale face was lack of blood due to cold and fear, and he struggled to raise his face, squeezing out an ugly expression. smile.
Bang bang~
Standing in front of Eric were two men who did not look like they would appear in a place like this. A suit, leather shoes, exquisite cufflinks, and an expensive-looking coat.
He patted the face of Eric who was kneeling on the ground not very gently. I don't know whether it was humiliation, anger, or fear, but some blood came back to Eric's face, but only on one side, and half of the whole face. Red and half white, it looks very funny.
"You misunderstood, Eric." The smile on Nathan's face was very friendly and approachable: "It's Christmas Eve, why should I care about debt collection.
You'll give us the money back, won't you? No one can owe Falcone a debt, you know that.
Take it easy, Eric. I came today just to give you some small gifts. Well… Merry Christmas Eve. "
Eric couldn't be happier.
A person like Nathan, who grew up in the city and was a gangster, would sacrifice everything, including his own life, for wealth and power. After becoming one of Falcone's petty bosses with four scars, the first thing he did was not go to the hospital to pay the medical bills for his seriously ill mother. Instead, he spent all his money to buy himself a full set of expensive suits. .
How could such a person be so generous and let him go just because he had eaten at Eric's restaurant for several years?
"Yeah, hehe, ha, thank you, thank you..."
Eric could only say thank you dryly and talk nonsense that was inconsistent and nutritious.
"Open it."
Nathan said calmly as the box wrapped with a beautiful golden ribbon was placed in Eric's hand.
Eric's hands were shaking a little, and veins popped out.
He was afraid of seeing someone's ears or eyes in the box, and he was even more afraid of recognizing whose ears and eyes they were.
"Nathan...this has nothing to do with Hannah. I said I would really pay it back..."
"Open it."
Eric:…………
Trembling at pulling ribbons, trembling at unboxing.
"Huh..." Eric let out a long breath. What was in the box was not what he thought.
"A pair of gloves! Oh my gosh, this is... Nathan, thank you so much, I really... I don't know what to say, thank you! Thank you!"
Perhaps because his expectations were too low, Eric almost cried with joy when he saw the gloves in the box.
"Put it on, Eric, you'll like it."
Nathan still maintained his nondescript, pretentious tone.
Under his pressure and gaze, Eric carefully put on his gloves.
"Nathan, these gloves...why don't they have thumbs...No! Nathan! You don't have to do this!"
He raised his chin slightly, and the younger brother next to Nathan took a discerning step forward, pushed the panicked Eric down into the muddy water, and took out a pair of pliers for pruning small trees from his back.
"I'm sorry, Eric, you know, you have to pay some interest."
"ah--!!"
A shrill scream sounded, but it didn't come from Eric's mouth.
The sound came from the entrance of the alley.
"Kairos? Kairos!"
Nathan frowned and looked towards the dark alley.
Unfortunately, no one responded this time.
Glancing down at his expensive suit, Nathan motioned to his subordinate with his chin to take a look.
With tears on his face and mud all over his body, Eric covered his mouth, kicked on the ground, moved to the wall and closed his eyes tightly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The little brother was alone and never came back, without even making a sound.
Nathan shouted twice, but no one responded.
"fvck!"
It was no longer time to worry about clothes. Nathan took out the dagger that he relied on to become famous and win "respect" for himself, and walked out step by step.
After walking more than a dozen steps, he vaguely saw a man squatting on the ground, with his back to him, roughly turning over his little brother's clothes.
Nathan, who was born on the street and had heard too many strange rumors, instantly thought of many stories. He suddenly felt a little nauseous and retched twice.
"Fuck! Another poor guy with a special code!"
Um?
The man stood up and turned around.
He is about 1.8 meters tall, has a short head, wears a dark green front and back blouse around his neck, is barefoot, and doesn't seem to be wearing any pants...
Wait a minute, this dress...
Nathan's glasses squinted, and sure enough he saw the logo on the weird clothes.
【Arkham Asylum】
grass! Is a madman!
"That short-sighted person, let me ask you. This...can't be Gotham..."
"Damn madman! Of course this is Gotham! Otherwise! Could it be Metropolis!"
"Fuck! The last glimmer of hope is shattered! I just said that the name Arkham is unlikely to be repeated... Oh my God, why does it have to be this!"
Next, the madman kept repeating difficult-to-understand words such as Warhammer, Old Ring, Yellowstone Season 4, and moba.
Nathan just thought he was noisy.
"Die, damn madman!"
While Nathan was swinging the dagger vigorously, a green light seemed to flash before his eyes, and his head hurt, and then he knew nothing.
