American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 66 If you want to pursue excitement, then follow through
"It looks like you've been in some trouble. More than a hundred dollars of trouble."

Seeing Thomas's embarrassed expression, Peter shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you don't mind, you can tell us about your troubles. Maybe we can help."

"No, sir. I just want to borrow another hundred dollars from you. I will pay you back ten thousand dollars."

Thomas hesitated for a few seconds, but finally rejected Peter.

"You seem to be unaware of the evils of society, Thomas."

Peter slowly walked up to the other person and said, "Look at this street."

He pointed at two young men smoking at a corner of the street and said, "Those two guys are discussing where to rob someone tonight, or where to deal with some ignorant homeless people."

"This city is full of these evils. They are carnivorous predators, and people like you are harmless herbivores in their eyes. If you have a dollar in your hand, they will snatch it away."

Peter said, glancing at the other man's bruised eyes, "I guess they took the hundred dollars I gave you just now, right?"

Thomas rubbed his temples uncomfortably as Peter looked at him with eyes that seemed to be able to see through his heart.

The pain from his bruised eyes made him upset, and Peter's gaze made him even more restless.

Peter casually took out a "Franklin" from his wallet and handed it to the other party.

"You can take it now, or you can tell me about your little trouble, Thomas. What do you choose?"

"I"

Thomas bit his lip, looked up at Peter's meaningful gaze, and then looked at the two guys on the other side of the street.

The two drunken people always looked over here intentionally or unintentionally.

"Maybe."

Thomas took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly became firm, and said to Peter: "Mr. Padrick, maybe we can make a deal."

"Oh? What deal?"

Peter developed a strong interest in this young boy whose every move and gesture was full of adult temperament.

"I can buy this bar for you!"

He pointed to a bar in front of the few people and said something shocking.

"I mean not now, I will buy it later, but Mr. Padraic, you have to do me a favor."

Peter and Martian Manhunter looked at each other.

Thomas continued, "A group of robbers stole my watch. If you help me get my watch back, I will give you the bar, sir."

"Sounds like a fair deal, but why would I trust you?"

Thomas said confidently, "Because you will believe me, Mr. Padrick. From the moment you lent me the hundred dollars, you chose to believe me. Since you made the choice at the beginning, why don't you continue to believe me?"

The Martian Hunter next to him smiled when he heard this, and said to Peter:

"I think what he said makes sense, sir. You've already invested two hundred dollars. Giving up now may not be worth it."

Peter glanced at the Martian Manhunter in surprise.

You, a green-skinned Martian, still understand the concept of “sunk cost”?
Peter turned his head, extended his hand to the boy, and narrowed his eyes, "Deal!"

The rain in the city was getting heavier and heavier. The hazy grey light was divided into strands by the rain and shone into the car through the window, dim, moist and crystal clear.

Peter drove to the place Thomas mentioned and got the watch back for him.

Thomas, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his body to look at the water stains dripping on the window.

There was no conversation along the way, and the two soon arrived at a street.

A few hippies were standing on the street corner, laughing and talking about something.

Peter stopped the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and said to Thomas, "Stay here and don't get out of the car."

Thomas nodded and watched Peter walk into the hippies.

The car windows blocked his hearing and he couldn't hear what Peter said, but the conversation must not have been a pleasant one.

In a lightning-fast motion, Peter grabbed a hippie by the throat and slammed him into the wall.

A few minutes later, Peter opened the car door and came in under Thomas' shocked gaze.

"This is your watch, isn't it?"

Thomas stared blankly at the watch Peter handed over and swallowed.

"Yes, that's it."

“It looks like things are going well.”

Peter started the car with satisfaction. Seeing Thomas put the watch on his wrist, he asked casually, "Is this watch important to you?"

"Yes, it is a relic left to me by my father."

Thomas stroked the dial with a gloomy expression.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up and saw a few orphans warming themselves by a fire in the alley.

"Mr. Padraic, stop the car!"

When he saw the orphans warming themselves by the fire, he immediately asked Peter to stop the car.

After parking the car, he quickly opened the door and walked out, handing one of the girls the hundred dollars that Peter had given him.

After a few words, Thomas returned to the car.

"So, you borrowed the money just for them?"

Peter asked him.

"Yes, they helped me a lot. If it weren't for them, I might not have been able to escape."

Thomas realized that he had let the cat out of the bag and immediately shut his mouth.

Peter looked at him in surprise, said nothing, and continued driving forward.

It seems that this young man has many secrets.

ten minutes later.

After Thomas got out of the car and said goodbye to Peter, he walked quickly to the phone booth in the rain.

Raindrops fell on the telephone booth.

Thomas, who was freezing cold, put the telephone receiver to his ear.

His chin trembled as he waited for the sound to stop.

"Click!"

"This is Wayne Manor, I'm Alfred."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the receiver.

Thomas wanted to say something, but suddenly became timid.

He had never been timid, but now he couldn't open his mouth.

"Sir? Ma'am? Can you speak?"

The man who called himself Alfred asked continuously.

Thomas' fingers turned white as he held the receiver, and no sound came out of his throat.

Another voice came from the receiver, "Alfred, who are you talking to?"

"A phone call, Master Wayne, maybe someone called the wrong number."

Alfred hung up the phone directly.

Hearing the busy tone, Thomas hung up the phone helplessly, covering his increasingly painful forehead.

Alfred certainly doesn't know that he is in Metropolis now.

You can't blame him for that.

The mysterious organization found an identical person to replace itself and lived as Bruce Wayne.

Alfred would never have thought that Bruce, who he spent every day with, would be a fake.

If I tell him the truth, Alfred will definitely be harmed by the mysterious organization.

What on earth should I do? !

Thomas, a young man whose real name is Bruce Wayne, is caught in a painful dilemma.

After a while, Bruce walked out of the phone booth like a zombie.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he was shivering from the cold as his clothes were soaked.

The next second, he suddenly felt the rain above his head disappear.

Looking up, I saw an umbrella held above my head.

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