Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 114: Harley Quinn: Why not just call her the Ugly Queen? (Seeking monthly votes)
"Don't think about that."

Wen Ming patted Lex Luthor's shoulder vigorously, then said to the people around him: "Let us thank the generous Mr. Luthor together."

Pepper and Rebecca cheered together, and the Queen of the Sea changed the music from slow rock to disco at the right time, and the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became lively.

John and Marcus, who were always cold, couldn't help but dance.

Here, they can enjoy happiness to their heart's content without worrying about being hunted down at any time.

Arthur also pulled little Wukong and wiggled his butt happily.

Little Wukong had never danced before. He opened his mouth wide and laughed while blending into the happy crowd.

Anyway, I just laugh foolishly.

Lex looked at everything in front of him and suddenly felt a little out of place.

It seems that I have never felt this kind of friendship before.

Just as he was about to go and have a drink to cover up, Rebecca suddenly patted him on the shoulder: "Come on, Lex, why are you standing there like an idiot?"

The cheerful righteous girl's charm was so infectious that Lex couldn't help but smile: "Okay, let's do it together!"

A happy atmosphere spread and everyone was immersed in it.

Wen Ming danced happily with Pepper and Bulma. Although his movements were similar to Goku's, he felt very relaxed at this moment.

After he came to Eagle Country, he worked hard every day and had very few happy moments like this.

Just as Wen Ming and Bulma were twisting back to back, a violent space vibration suddenly came from above their heads. Wen Ming looked up at the window in surprise and asked, "Queen of the Sea, what happened?"

"Boss, you'd better go to the rooftop garden and take a look."

When Haihou's reminder sounded, Wen Ming didn't care about anything else and hurried out of the activity room.

Marcus, Perkins, Rebecca and Charon who were dancing were about to follow immediately, but at this moment John suddenly gestured to them, and Marcus and Perkins stopped immediately and stared at Lex.

Charon, Rebecca, and John followed Wen Ming up the stairs and quickly arrived at the rooftop garden.

The next second, the three of them stared at the scene in front of them in amazement: "This, is this an alien spaceship?"

Wen Ming was also a little hesitant: "Probably."

In front of him was a small silver-white spaceship about seven or eight meters long. As he approached, the hatch of the spaceship suddenly opened, and a beautiful blonde girl in white appeared in front of Wen Ming.

"Hai Hou, who is this? Is it the one I think it is?"

Wen Ming was a little unsure, but the Queen of the Sea immediately gave a positive answer: "Yes, this is the Kryptonian who has been wandering in the Phantom Dimension for many years - Kara Zor-El.

Kara Danvers, the future Supergirl, was born 37 years old, but her mental and physical age are both 13 years old.

According to my speculation, this is the time when she just left the Phantom Zone and landed in International City.

Smallville's Lex Luthor is inconsistent with her universe's timeline, and it is very likely that it is not the same universe, or the timeline has not yet been unified.

Because Kara has been wandering for 24 years, Clark should be around 27-28 years old at this time, but Lex is obviously still a high school student.

It's also possible that Kara is from an independent film universe.

These still need to be judged in detail.”

The Queen's detailed answer allowed Wen Ming to finally identify the beautiful girl in front of him.

He walked forward and saw the girl's long eyelashes fluttering.

The next second, the beautiful girl opened her blue eyes.

“@#%&*”

The Kryptonian girl's eyes were filled with confusion, as if she had been asleep for too long, making her unable to react. Wen Ming felt a headache when he heard the other party's Kryptonian language: "Hello, Kara, Kara Zor-El."

He didn't appear speaking eagle language like Goku and Bulma.

It's so unreasonable.

The pronunciation of Kara and El made the Kryptonian girl's eyes suddenly become lively. She blinked, stood up and started mumbling again.

Wen Ming thought about it and decided that for such matters, he needed the most professional people to help.

"Sea Queen, notify Bulma to come over."

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Bulma had been hiding behind John for a long time. When she heard Wen Ming calling, she immediately came over: "Do you need my help?"

"Yes, she speaks Kryptonian. Her name is Kara Zor-El. Using this name, can you work with the Queen of the Sea to create a Kryptonian translator?"

"It's very simple, leave it to me."

Bulma came close to Kara, took out her phone, and began to sign with her: "You, Kara Zor-El. I, Bulma. He, Wenming."

Kara was much more awake at this time. She seemed to realize that she had arrived at her destination, so she picked up an instrument from the spaceship and pointed it at Bulma: "@#%&*"

Bulma immediately guessed what it was: "This is a translator. Do you have a translator with you?"

Kara pointed the instrument at Wen Ming again.

Bulma nodded frantically: "He is Wenming, Wenming, you are Kara, I am Bulma, uh, this is the sky, this is the building."

Bulma quickly pointed out one thing after another and described them to Kara. After a while, the instrument in Kara's hand made a slight beeping sound, and then Kara's words were translated: "Hello, I am Kara Zor-El, and I am here to see my cousin Kal-El."

Wen Ming smiled happily, "As expected, Krypton's technology is still advanced.

Hello, I'm Wen Ming. Your cousin isn't here right now. I think you need to get used to the environment first, and then I'll find a way to help you find your cousin, Ka-El.

After all, you have been asleep for many years."

"Many years?"

Kara looked at Wen Ming in confusion. Wen Ming briefly explained to her that her spaceship was hit by the shockwave of the Krypton explosion and deviated from its course into the Phantom Zone. Kara looked at Wen Ming in surprise: "You mean, my cousin is older than me now? I'm already 37 years old?"

"Well, there's no time in the Phantom Zone."

Wen Ming saw Lex Luthor coming to the rooftop. He turned to look at Bulma and said, "Bulma, can you make this spaceship smaller for me?"

Placing such a sci-fi alien spaceship here, not to mention whether Lex would covet it, it would be a big trouble if it was seen by people in the surrounding buildings.

Maybe someone from Area 51 will show up tomorrow.

"very simple."

Bulma pulled out a universal capsule from her waist bag: "This is an empty capsule."

She just opened the bottle cap and threw it casually. The next second, the seven or eight meter long Kryptonian spaceship shrank and disappeared, and a small bottle appeared in Bulma's hand.

"Wow!"

Now everyone's language is unified.

Kara looked at the scene in amazement. She had lived in the technologically advanced Krypton since she was a child, but she had never seen such a magical thing.

"Is this magic?"

The voice coming out of the translator was exactly the same as Lex's question.

Lex felt dazzled at this moment.

What about the spaceship?
Why is it missing?
Moreover, there are aliens?
How many universes does this hotel connect to?
"Helen, Pepper, come and help me. I feel like she needs your help more."

Seeing that everyone in the activity room had arrived, Wen Ming motioned Helen and Pepper to come over and keep Kara company.

"No!"

However, to everyone's surprise, Kara seemed to be very shy. When she saw Helen and Pepper coming, she quickly hid behind Wen Ming and grabbed his clothes tightly.

"this?"

Helen was a little at a loss, feeling that she had frightened the other person. Pepper noticed it and said, "She just came to an unfamiliar environment and is afraid of everything. Give her some time."

Wen Ming looked down at Kara, only to see her beautiful blue eyes fixed on him. Wen Ming had no choice but to say, "Let's end the party tonight. I'm going to have a good chat with Kara.

Lex, I'm sorry I can't talk to you in detail today. You can return to your world from the crossroads. Next time you want to come here, just imagine the Flatiron Hotel in your mind and you can come over."

Lex nodded, his eyes fell on the small bottle in Bulma's hand, with a strong covetousness in his eyes, but he knew that the timing today was not right, so he had to say goodbye and leave.

"Arthur? Arthur? Come and see Mr. Luther off."

Wen Ming shouted loudly, and Arthur, who was standing behind the crowd, immediately ran over: "Boss, leave it to me!"

Seeing Lex being sent away by Arthur, Wen Ming took Kara back to the activity room. To Wen Ming's surprise, little Wukong was squatting in front of the broken wooden table and muttering to himself.

Wen Ming asked in confusion, "Little Wukong, why don't you eat meat anymore?"

"I broke the table. Do I have to pay for it?"

The distressed little Wukong looked at the table in front of him, looking like he had a headache. Wen Ming couldn't help but rub his head: "You have money!"

"Huh? I have money?"

Little Wukong looked up at Wen Ming. He didn't remember that he had money.

"You were a bodyguard before, and you already made $5."

Bulma walked over to him and explained, "5 dollars, you can buy a lot of tables."

"That's great!"

Little Wukong jumped up happily: "I'm going to eat meat."

Bulma facepalmed.

This little guy didn't even ask where his $5 was.

Such a heartless guy, no wonder he will cause Qiqi so much trouble in the future.

Little Goku's joy made the somewhat nervous Kara relax a little.

This is little Wukong.

Regardless of race or universe.

His happiness is always conveyed quickly.

Wen Ming got some food and fruit for Kara and took her to sit in the corner of the room: "Eat something first. Although you have the life support system of the spacecraft, your body definitely needs some fresh food. I just don't know if you will have difficulty acclimatizing.

Well, maybe not, you have a very strong stomach after all."

Kara looked at Wen Ming with some confusion: "Why do you say my stomach is very strong?"

"When the sun rises tomorrow, you will understand what I mean. Your mother should have told you this when we parted."

Wen Ming gestured to the other party to eat and drink first, and handed the tablet to her. He asked Hai Hou to take her to read the beginner's PPT, and then began to wave to Arthur who had just sent someone back.

Arthur came over, and Wen Ming took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Arthur: "Arthur, this is the tip for your performance today and your salary for this week. There is also a letter Bruce left for you."

"Boss, thank you so much!"

Arthur felt his hands shaking as he held the thick envelope.

Ever since he met Wen Ming, he felt that he had hope in life, and he became more confident in his stand-up comedy. He felt that he was becoming a respected person.

And he hadn't expected Bruce to leave him a letter.

This was the first letter he had ever received in his life.

"This is what you deserve, Arthur. If possible, I hope you can use your smile and your hands to help more people. There are many people who are suffering like you before."

Wen Ming patted Arthur's shoulder, encouraged him, and began to persuade him step by step: "Your city needs you, right?
If you feel you are alone and in trouble, go to Bruce, Bruce will be your best comrade."

Hearing Wen Ming mention Bruce again, Arthur nodded vigorously: "Xiao Wukong and Bruce are both my best friends. Boss, don't worry, I will protect my city."

……

"Dear Arthur,

The chat we had that night made me admire you very much.

You take care of your seriously ill mother at night and stand on the stage with clown makeup during the day, using laughter to cover up the bitterness of life.

The Wall Street elite who beat you up on the subway, the boss who withheld your meager salary, the social worker who wouldn't even glance at your medical certificate - they tell you in the cruelest way possible: 'You don't deserve to be taken seriously.'

They won't even bother to look at your card before labeling you 'crazy'.

But I want to tell you, Arthur, you are braver and kinder than most people in this city.

Because you never let those people get you down. You are the real warrior.

That night you told me: 'They took everything from me, but they couldn't take my laughter.' This kind of tenacity is the strength Gotham needs most, and it is also the hope for its future.

I have been wandering around the world these years, trying to find the essence of crime and a way to completely eradicate it. But when Wen Ming told me that the breeding ground for crime is because people with dreams like you cannot eat enough, cannot afford medical treatment, cannot receive education, linger on the edge of the minimum survival line every day, are treated indifferently, and cannot see any future, I was awakened.

This city poisons inner-city children with lead water pipes, stifles hope with its corrupt system, and fails dreams like yours.

The decadent Gotham needs a fundamental change so that more 'Arthurs' can live decently and realize more 'Arthur dreams'.

And people like you who persevere are the strength that I can unite with.

Regarding your mother Penny, I think I can provide you with some help. I will help you contact the best neurologist in Gotham and provide her with top-notch and free treatment. You don't have to endure humiliation for her medication, nor do you need to listen to her coughing and crying in despair in the middle of the night. Your mother deserves a better ending.

She can be fine, Arthur.

And you don't have to bear it all alone.

As for your illness, I'm also willing to connect you with top neurological specialists and psychological counselors. You no longer have to be treated as a "freak" and you can control your emotions instead of being consumed by them.

I can't buy your pain away with money, but I can give you the tools to fight it.

You told me, 'Everyone is yelling at each other, and no one is willing to listen.' I was lucky that night that I became your audience and listened to your heart.

I write this not because I want to play the savior, but because I truly understand your pain.

I've seen Gotham's darkest corners and teetered on the edge of the abyss. And you, Arthur, your struggles, your loneliness, the tears hidden behind your laughter—with Wen Ming's help, I finally understood.

I'm willing to use a revolution, not with guns and dynamite, but with healthcare, education and law, with the resources of the Wayne family to rebuild Gotham so that the next 'Arthur' doesn't have to go through your hell.

I am willing to be your true friend. We can meet for a drink every Wednesday. I will wait for you at the old clock tower on Kane Avenue. You come to help me find a better way to save Gotham, and I will listen to the joy and sorrow in your life.

If you don't come, I will still fulfill my promise to cure your mother and you and improve Gotham's medical conditions.

Arthur, fate is not unchangeable.

I hope you can join me in becoming the light that illuminates the darkness.

You are not a lonely clown, but Arthur who deserves to be loved.

—Your friend, Bruce Wayne."

On the shaking subway, Arthur read the letter Bruce wrote to him, not paying any attention to the three men in suits who were teasing a beautiful single woman with long platinum hair next to them.

When he saw Bruce's last words, Arthur showed a happy smile on his face. Bruce turned out to be the young master of Wayne Group who had been missing for many years. He actually promised to treat his mother and said that he was very important.

Sure enough, Bruce and his boss are both good people.

"I say, why are you grinning like an idiot here?"

The three men who were teasing the single woman with long platinum hair noticed that Arthur was grinning while holding a letter. One of the three men suddenly snatched the letter from Arthur's hand.

"Dear Arthur, that chat that night, hahahaha... chat? Where did you have that chat, on the bed? Let me see who signed it?

Bruce? Bruce Wayne? Walt? You and Bruce?

Could it be that Bruce and you are on the 11th road? This is the biggest news of the century!

Hey guys, come check this out! "

Under Arthur's panicked gaze, the letter Bruce wrote to Arthur was quickly passed to the hands of three people. They scrambled to pass it around and kept reading the contents. When they read that Bruce and Arthur had agreed to meet at the old clock tower on Kane Avenue every Wednesday night, the three of them burst into laughter.

"Every Wednesday night? That's your date time. Then we must go and watch Gotham's richest man date a clown like you!"

"When the time comes, will you wear clothes or not?"

"Do you mind if we join in?"

……

The mocking and teasing voices of the three people echoed in the carriage. Arthur tried his best to snatch the letter back, but the three people kept passing it back and forth in a teasing manner.

"Fuck-"

While the three of them were playing, the letter paper was torn into two pieces.

The moment Arthur saw the letter being torn, he felt as if the last thing he held on to in his heart had been shattered.

The long-lost laughter could no longer be suppressed and suddenly broke out.

"a ha ha ha……"

The three of them saw Arthur suddenly burst into laughter and were a little unsure of what was going on, but they also laughed: "Do you really want us to join in your play?"

Arthur laughed wildly, pulled out a Smith & Wesson M36 revolver from his pocket, pointed it at the three men, and said, "Yes, hahahaha, I really want you to join...

Hahaha, you teased that woman last time... Hahaha, this time, you teased such a beautiful lady again... Hahaha, die!"

Seeing the pistol, the three of them were a little confused. They didn't expect this coward to actually take out a pistol. One of them said calmly, "You dare to shoot? Do you know who we are? You're just using a stage prop to scare people?"

"Who are you? Hahahaha, what does it have to do with me? The boss said, this is my city, I want to protect it! I will protect it with my smile! This city needs me! Hahaha..."

Arthur thought of the scene when his boss said these words to him gently, and also thought of the letter just now where Bruce wanted to be the light that illuminates the darkness with him, and he could no longer stop laughing.

"The boss is right. This dark city needs some smiles! I want to make this beautiful lady smile!"

Arthur looked at the platinum-haired woman who was huddled up in a ball, clutching her bag tightly, and said with a smile, "Beautiful lady, do you think their deaths can make you smile?"

The woman with long platinum hair was also shocked when she saw the gun. When she heard Arthur's words, she didn't know how to respond. She shook her head violently, but for some reason, she nodded suddenly.

She wasn't sure if shaking her head would upset the other person and cause him to shoot her.

"Hahaha, I knew it! You like smiles!"

Arthur turned to look at the three of them and asked, "Do you think you can face death with a smile?"

"you wanna die!"

One of the three men was so angry when he heard that his fate was decided so arbitrarily by such a low-level person that he rushed towards Arthur.

When Arthur saw the other party rushing towards him, he was not panicked. Instead, he laughed and shot out the bullet: "It seems that you are not going to smile anymore!
You have failed your boss's expectations!
The boss said, it’s not my fault or your fault that you don’t smile, but you are very sad inside because your life is also a tragedy.

Since my smile can't make you smile, I can only let you go to a world where you can smile forever!"

Arthur laughed wildly and shot at the three men crazily.

The woman with long platinum hair looked at this scene and wanted to scream loudly, but she was afraid that the other party would kill her, so she had to cover her mouth tightly.

After five bullets were emptied, Arthur ignored the blood on his body and picked up Bruce's letter from the pool of blood.

The letter had been stained blood red, and the words on it were beginning to blur.

Arthur laughed wildly and stuffed the letter into his arms, then picked up his paper bag.

There is food and salary prepared by the boss for himself.

The blood of those tragedies is not worthy of being stained with the boss's gift.

The subway was gradually slowing down. Arthur was about to leave when he suddenly turned to look at the woman with platinum hair: "Are you smiling?"

"I?"

The woman was stunned for a moment. Thinking of the three men's teasing of her just now, she felt as if something in her heart was suddenly touched, and suddenly she smiled widely: "I'm very happy."

Arthur's wild laughter stopped abruptly and turned into a gentle smile.

If little Wukong were here, he would definitely find that this smile is exactly the same as Wen Ming's smile.

"Just be happy!"

"Just be happy!"

The woman looked at the gentle smile on Arthur's face and chewed on these words. When the subway suddenly shook and stopped at the platform, she suddenly stood up and asked, "Can we be friends?"

"make friends?"

Arthur's smile grew wider. "Of course, I'm Arthur."

“My name is Harleen, Harleen Quinzel.

You can call me Harley.

I am very interested in the boss you mentioned."

Hearing the other party mention the boss, Arthur suddenly became excited: "Really? That's great, next time I can take you to meet my boss.

My boss is a very good man. He gave me direction and let me..."

Harry walked to Arthur's side, not caring about the other's blood, and walked out with him.

As he walked, he kept responding to Arthur's words.

"Really? Then he's a truly remarkable person. His lack of smiles is indeed due to his inner sadness. I'm a psychiatrist and have done some research on this topic..."

The two quickly left the subway car, and then the car quickly closed its doors and headed to the next station.

Late at night, Gotham is deserted, whether it is the subway station or the streets.

Only the voices of a man and a woman chatting animatedly echoed above the night sky.

"Next time you meet someone like this, will you shoot again?"

"Of course, the boss said, I have to protect my city. These sad people need to be saved!"

"Will you let me join you?"

"Do you like talk shows too?"

"Of course, I go to see Murray often!"

"Really? That's great. Can I invite you to watch Murray's stand-up show tomorrow? But my boss recently gave me some books, and after studying them, I found some problems with Murray's performance."

"I think so too. I'm becoming less and less fond of him now. But are there any other good actors? What problems have you found with them? Oh, and by the way, do you want to give yourself a nickname?"

"Nickname? How about Joker?"

"Why not just call him Ugly Emperor?"

……

After seeing Arthur off, Wen Ming called Charon over and said, "Charon, since most of the time travelers come at night, I'd like you to be the night shift supervisor at the hotel, responsible for the night work. What do you think?"

"No problem for me. I used to work the night shift too."

Although Charon is dark-skinned, his gentle and refined appearance makes many people feel good about him.

Wen Ming said into the headset, "Queen of the Sea, if there are any time travelers coming in the future, please remind Charon and me that when I'm not at the hotel, Charon will be responsible for receiving them. You and Charon should work out a plan for receiving these time travelers."

"Got it, boss."

Wen Ming patted Charon's shoulder and said, "Rest first tonight, you can go back to work tomorrow night."

"No, boss, don't try to pay me less. I'll start working tonight."

Charon smiled slightly and turned to go downstairs.

"Remember to watch more movies, TV series, comics, and games."

"Don't worry, boss, I'm already brushing it."

Wen Ming was very pleased.

The staff at the Flatiron Hotel are all very nice.

Roll them all up so I can happily be a hands-off boss.

Wen Ming called Marcus, Perkins, and Rebecca over: "You can't leave the hotel more than 100 meters, and when I'm in the hotel, I'm safe most of the time, so you three don't have to follow me all the time, and you need to have your own time to rest, study, and have fun.

Let's divide it into three groups for now. When more people come from different universes, you will have more time to do what you want to do.

I will ask John to resolve your identity issues as soon as possible and then apply for gun licenses for you."

The three of them nodded in unison. They were all very satisfied with this arrangement, which was much easier than their previous work.

Even Rebecca felt that this schedule made sense.

With 16 hours of rest a day, I can definitely spare a lot of time to study the two herbs.

When Rebecca thought of research, she thought of the bald rich second generation guy.

"Boss, that Lex..."

(End of this chapter)