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Chapter 94 Am I a foreigner?
The night passed in a flash, and the sun illuminated the windows of Downton.

"Huff...inhale...ah yawn!!!"

Downton, who was sleeping soundly, couldn't help sneezing, but found that Catwoman's sharp claws were across his eyelids.

Seeing this scene, Donton rolled his eyes and took the initiative to move his eyeballs closer to the steel claws.

Seeing that her claws were about to pierce Donton's eyeballs, Selina retracted her claws angrily and then grabbed Donton's collar.

“I searched all night and couldn’t find Liv’s body!
Even though she was a member of the Court of Owls, even though she wanted to assassinate Falcone, at least she didn't do it, or she didn't have time to do anything to let you, Downton!

So that's why you dumped her in a cement drum and dumped her in the fucking Pacific Ocean!"

"Ah? What? No apology? But if she's sorry for you, isn't that also sorry for me?

By the way, Liv was thrown into the Pacific Ocean, oh shit!
But I don’t remember giving any such order.”

Donton sat up in a daze, pushing Selina to the side and asking at the same time.

"But what about that claw you just used? Are you trying to kill me?"

Without waiting for Selina to adjust her position, Donton grabbed Selina's neck and threw her directly towards the window.

Wow!

Selina smashed through the window and rolled more than ten meters on the lawn.

At the same time, Alfred, who heard the sound, rushed into Downton's room anxiously.

"That...that's the glass and window frames shipped from Buckingham Palace..."

"Really? Is that so awesome? I'll go to Buckingham Palace and bring you some when I have time."

Donton rubbed his eyes lazily, then walked towards the bathroom in a daze.

He continued to sleep in the bathtub while the water was running.

Outside the window, Selina gritted her teeth and jumped back in a few leaps.

Looking at the anger on Selina's face, Alfred spread his hands and said helplessly.

"It seems that we all know that he has an extraordinary mood when he wakes up. Most importantly, he doesn't seem to regard being woken up by a woman as a romantic and enjoyable thing."

"Screw the romance, it's my bad luck to meet him, damn it!"

Listening to Alfred's words, Selina cursed angrily, then gritted her teeth as she left the bedroom and rushed out of the manor, riding away Downton's motorcycle.

Half an hour later, Donton climbed out of the bathtub.

While letting Alfred help him with his hair, Donton rubbed his chin and asked.

"Selina came and left again?"

"Yes, that girl not only came, but also got very angry."

Alfred muttered, then pressed Donton's shoulders.

"Master Downton, with all due respect, if I were thirty or forty years younger, I would not treat that girl as badly as you did."

"Haha, no wonder you're staying alone in the manor. I never realized you're such a sucker. A sucker must not die a good death!"

Donton responded unceremoniously, then patted Alfred on the shoulder in return.

"Selina is like a cat, you can never catch her. If you put her somewhere, she will definitely move to another place.

For a cat, when she longs for freedom, she will go away on her own. When she gets bored of playing, you just need to remind her that she still has a place that can barely be considered a home. "

"What about you, do you still have a home in your heart, Master Downton?"

Alfred asked back.

Hearing this, Tang Dun paused slightly, then he glanced at Ah Fu unhappily.

"Old friend, I didn't leave you here to hurt my heart.

Although I do have no home anymore, you see, am I not making Gotham my home?

Believe me, I already love this city, haha!”

Amidst loud laughter, Donton came to the original location of the motorcycle.

Upon learning that the motorcycle had been taken away by Selina, Downton cursed angrily and left Wayne Manor on foot.

Before they had walked for half a minute, Alfred caught up with them in a Phantom.

He opened the car window and asked softly.

"Master, are you sure you don't need me to give you a ride? Even if you don't like an old man like me to give you a ride, there are many cars in the manor that can be driven. I don't think Bruce will mind."

"You can pull it down!"

Downton waved to Alfred.

“The cars I’ve driven are basically undriveable, so you should try not to mess with your own things.

I can just borrow one on the road later. People in Gotham are very welcoming. Who would be unwilling to lend me a car?"

After saying that, Donton quickened his pace and left the phantom behind in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Donton's back, Alfred nodded, then stopped the car and wrote something in the notebook. As for Donton, after he walked out of the manor path, before he had time to find someone to borrow a car, a polite taxi driver stopped in front of him.

“Sir, would you like to try the poor people’s way of traveling?

Seeing you walking here from Gotham's oldest and most noble villa district, perhaps you are also curious about the different life you have had before?"

As he was speaking, the handsome blond taxi driver got out of the car and took the initiative to open the door for Donton.

Seeing this, Donton nodded in appreciation.

"Not bad, man, the service is so proactive, but I have to tell you in advance that I don't have any fucking money."

As he spoke, Donton unceremoniously sat in the back seat.

At the same time, the taxi driver's face suddenly fell.

He first let out a depressed sigh, then sat back in his driver's seat as if he had finally come to his senses.

As he started the car, he greeted Donton.

“I thought you were a rich person living in the villa area, after all, you were dressed so well.

But rich people won’t say bad words to a little guy like me, they are all so fucking high and mighty, even if they curse someone they will only curse those who are qualified.

If they curse us, they will look disgusted as if they stepped on dog shit!"

Having said that, the blond driver drove the car depressedly, and continued to ask Donton while driving.

"Hey, man, how did you get in there? I've been driving around here for more than half a year. Whenever I get too close to the path leading to the villa area, a helicopter will turn on the searchlight at me!

That's the safest place in all of Gotham. The Wayne family, the Kane family, the Elliot family, etc. All of Gotham's top figures live in that direction!
You are not some international thief, are you? The clothes you are wearing were not stolen from a wealthy family, were they?
Or is it that your part-time job is similar to mine, and that we are both responsible for occasionally making those rich ladies happy? "

After saying that, the blond young man turned around with amusement and gave Donton a meaningful smile.

Facing the young man's gaze, Donton raised his hand and patted the back of the chair.

"Man, why can't I be a fucking rich man just because I'm either a thief or a duck?"

"Uh……"

The blond driver honked his horn speechlessly.

"Listen to yourself, which of your words sound like a rich person?"

Having said that, the blond young man took a business card from the side and threw it into Donton's arms.

"You look very handsome, so I'll leave you a business card. If you ever need money and don't want to take any risks, just call the modeling agency on the card.

It is called a modeling agency, but in fact it is just a self-service men's shop for ladies to relieve their loneliness.

There aren't many Asian foreigners with good looks like you. Maybe you'll be more popular than me!"

"Fuck, this damn America, I'm a fucking foreigner!"

After cursing, Donton took the business card unhappily.

He put it in his pocket, kicked the back of the driver's seat and continued to curse.

"I'm going to the Iceberg Club, so you'd better have some idea of ​​what's going on.

But you are quite interesting.

If you're a gigolo, why do you drive a taxi?"

"what!"

Hearing Donton's question, the blond driver shook his head in response.

"The fast food ordered by the rich and powerful ladies is far less important to them than the targets they meet and encounter in person.

Why do you think I drive around here? It's to meet some rich chicks and spend a few nights of exhaustion in exchange for enough money to last me a year or two!"

"But since your target is the women in the manor area, why did you come closer to me when you saw a man like me?"

Donton was not satisfied with the blond driver's answer, so he asked him again.

Hearing this, the blond driver was slightly stunned, then immediately turned around and looked at Donton as if he was looking at a monster.

"Man, have you forgotten that men can also meet each other?
To be honest, rich men are really generous to their male lovers. My last male lover allowed me to not have to work for three whole years.

If he hadn't died at the age of seventy-nine, I'd still be living in my castle in Florida!"

After saying that, the driver shook his head regretfully and looked at the road ahead again.

“No more talking. After sending you off, I have to go back and try my luck again.

Where did you say you were going? The Iceberg Club, right? Iceberg... huh?"

Suddenly, the driver looked back again with a confused look on his face.

"You're going to the Iceberg Club. So many people died there. Why are you still going there, man?!"

"Oh my god, watch the road carefully, or you're going to get hit!"

boom! ! !
(End of this chapter)