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Chapter 110 Bruce's Self-Destructive Tendencies
"Uh"

After hearing about Star-Lord's unintentional "critical attack" on Bruce Wayne, Peter fell silent.

Star-Lord didn't realize there was anything wrong with his words, and continued to ask Peter: "Dad, is Bruce going to be the homeless king?"

"What homeless king?" Peter asked confusedly.

"Dave, who used to be a taxi driver, is now a tramp in his own car. Azu says he is the tramp king because he knows all the little tricks, like 'don't fog up the windows all over' because then the police will know someone is sleeping in it."

Star-Lord introduced him in a serious manner.

"Then Bruce shouldn't be able to become the homeless king. At most, he can be the king of Gotham."

Peter replied to Star-Lord and looked at Bruce who was busy not far away.

It seems that Bruce's image has been completely ruined in the eyes of A-Zu and Star-Lord.

He is either a down-and-out kid or a homeless person, and there is no way he can be associated with the Gotham billionaire.

"King of Gotham?"

Star-Lord nodded and pretended to be in deep thought, "Then I want to be the King of the Galaxy!"

"You can't conquer the galaxy."

Peter pressed Star-Lord's shoulder, "Okay, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

in the afternoon.

A-Zu, who came back from school, looked at Bruce standing in front of him in shock, "You... You are Bruce Wayne?"

A'zu looked at the young man in front of him who had grown much taller and asked in disbelief.

He never imagined that he would see Bruce Wayne again under such circumstances.

"Yes, I'm Bruce Wayne. Long time no see, John."

Bruce held out his hand.

A-Zu did not shake hands with him, but looked him up and down suspiciously.

"Why did you come here?"

He was always wary of Bruce. After all, this guy was once taken very seriously by his father.

"I'm planning to travel around the world, and before I leave, I want to meet up with Mr. Patrick."

Bruce was more mature than before and didn't pay attention to Zu's tone.

"Around the world?"

A-Zu looked at him suspiciously, "Then you will definitely fail."

He comes up and curses Bruce for his failed journey.

The corner of Bruce's mouth twitched slightly. "I don't care about success or failure. I just want to experience something."

He glanced at the messy farm and said, "On the contrary, John, your temper remains the same. I think Mr. Patrick will be troubled."

"That's between me and my dad, you as an outsider can't interfere."

A-Zu clenched his fists, unable to resist the urge to hit Bruce in the face.

This guy is still so annoying after all this time.

Taking a deep breath, he hypnotized himself: relax, there's no need to get angry at this guy.

He was just a tiny bastard, an insignificant guy, a complete microbe.

Soon, Zu's emotions calmed down as he slandered Bruce.

"Perhaps you are right."

Bruce didn't continue talking to Azu, but walked towards Peter.

Turning around and looking at Bruce's back, A-Zu narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This guy...is coming after dad again!
no…

I really have to find a way to beat this guy up!
Otherwise, when he goes to travel around the world, he won’t have any chance.

night.

Peter prepared a sumptuous dinner to entertain Bruce.

"Would you like some wine?"

Peter asked Bruce as he held up a bottle of wine.

Bruce looked up and asked, "What kind of wine is it, sir?"

“Hemingway’s favorite cocktail.”

Bruce hesitated for a moment, "Sir, I remember that Hemingway was a diabetic and his favorite drink was dry martini."

Peter was slightly surprised and asked, "Are you sure?"

“It should be certain.”

Star-Lord, who was standing next to him, asked Bruce curiously, "Do you read a lot?"

“I’ll read any time.”

Star-Lord nodded, with an understanding look on his face, "Homeless people love libraries."

Homeless?

Bruce looked at Star-Lord in doubt. Is this obnoxious little fat boy really Mr. Padrick's child?
"Cough cough."

Peter pretended not to hear, coughed, and took out another bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, "Maybe you can try this, Bruce, vodka and absinthe."

"gentlemen."

Bruce said with a bitter face: "I am not yet an adult, I cannot drink alcohol, and vodka mixed with absinthe cannot become a dry martini."

Although he cannot drink, Bruce knows a lot about alcohol. "Martini is gin, it has always been gin. If you add wormwood to vodka, it won't taste the same."

As Zu was chewing beef, he listened to Bruce's wine tasting and asked him, "How come you know this if you don't drink?" "I have a wine cellar at home, and I usually go to study the various wines in it."

When Bruce said this, he looked at Peter.

"Sir, if you are interested, I can give you the wine cellar."

Peter was feeling depressed because his credit card was swiped, and when he heard that Bruce was going to give him a wine cellar, he had an idea.

Although I am very tempted, it is never a good thing to receive rewards without doing anything.

When he was about to refuse, A-Zu suddenly said, "Okay, just consider it as the rent for you to stay here."

Upon hearing this, Peter looked at A-Zu, the naughty child, in astonishment.

Do you treat the farm as a five-star hotel?

No, even five-star hotels don’t charge like this!
He turned to look at Bruce and found that he took it for granted and didn't think there was anything wrong.

Well, it seems that these two people don’t take it seriously, so I don’t need to take it seriously either.

The next day, early in the morning.

The tires screamed continuously due to the heat on the road kissed by the blazing sun.

A Subaru sped across the farm, turned sharply, and slid and drifted like a piece of melting butter in a frying pan.

Then the car reached the end of the road, crossed over, and the tires rolled in the grass, raising dust in an instant.

Listening to the roar of the car engine, Peter crossed his arms and looked at Bruce who was driving the car.

After getting up early in the morning, Bruce expressed his desire for Peter to teach him some car driving skills, which might be useful when he travels around the world in the future.

But now Peter looked at his experienced appearance and felt that he might not be able to teach him anything.

"Bruce, although I don't think I can give you any guidance, I still want to say that you should try not to make such attempts on the actual road."

After Bruce turned off the engine and got out of the car, he said to the other party.

"As you wish, sir."

Bruce walked over to him and said.

Peter took one look at the car and said, "Your driving skills are excellent, Bruce. I don't think you need my professor."

"I know, sir."

Bruce sat down, "I just wanted to talk while you were driving."

"Are you troubled?"

"It's just a simple annoyance."

"It may sound simple, but Bruce, your life is anything but simple."

Bruce nodded, hesitated and asked Peter: "Yes, sir, do you know Schopenhauer?"

"Schopenhauer?"

"A German philosopher, the founder of atheism, who had two poodles."

Bruce explained: "He once said: Some people say that suicide is the most cowardly act and that suicide is a wrong move, but as we all know, everyone has the most inalienable right to decide on their own life and human rights."

"I think one day in the future I might destroy myself, in a suicidal way."

Bruce said suddenly.

The words just popped out of my mouth like a rock jumping out of a sack.

Peter looked at Bruce in surprise.

Does this kid have any self-destructive tendencies?
"Why do you feel that way Bruce?"

"I don't know. I'm young, but I'm tired, sir. At night, I close my eyes and it comes - my dream is like an anchor. What I see is like a lingering death, sucking everything out of my body, making me lifeless, and I can't do anything to stop it."

"Sir, for the past three years, I have been saving Gotham in my own way. At night, I turned into fear to fight those evils, but death kept happening. It seemed that I could do nothing. I hated this feeling and hated my own powerlessness."

Peter nodded and asked him, "So you want to travel around the world to find the answer."

"Yes sir, do you think I should go?"

"Of course, I support your actions."

Peter put his hand on the other's shoulder and said, "Bruce, there are two things in your heart, darkness and light. This is understandable because human beings are made up of darkness and light, and humans cannot escape it."

"If you travel around the world, you may find the true method that will help you hide your dark side and show your bright side."

He was talking to Bruce when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He pulled out his cell phone and saw that the caller was Officer Chandler.

After answering the phone and speaking a few words to the other party, he hung up.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"Some unexpected situation, can you drive me?"

Bruce nodded, "Of course."

On the way to the destination, Bruce asked Peter curiously, "Sir, what happened?"

"Have you heard about the spontaneous combustion incident at the Smallwell Welfare Home?"

"Yes, I have heard some of them."

Peter put his hand on the car window to feel the wind blowing in his face and said, "The official statement was a fire, but they only found the old lady's ashes in the end."

Bruce nodded to show that he understood. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I guess the unofficial version is spontaneous human combustion. I remember a similar incident in New Jersey in 1978. The person was dancing when he was suddenly engulfed by flames coming out from behind."

"Sir, why are you interested in this case?"

Bruce asked him.

Hearing this, Peter glanced at Bruce and said, "We have a little dispute, and I am a little interested in the murderer behind this matter."

(End of this chapter)