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Chapter 156 Martin: I'm going to be furious (please subscribe and read, monthly ticket)

Martin belittled Damian severely and then immediately forgot about him.

The word "derogatory" may be a bit of an exaggeration. It would be more accurate to say that it is being realistic.

If Damian wasn't Bruce's son, Martin really wouldn't bother with him.

Even though he was Bruce's son, Martin didn't take Damian too seriously and just treated it as a minor episode.

"Don't run around!"

Martin pulled the bear god spirit, worried that this grumpy old man could not adapt to the rules of modern society.

"rest assured!"

Brother Xiongshen was still very reasonable. He nodded obediently and followed Martin. Although his outfit was a bit strange, he looked like a bodyguard.

Martin walked downstairs. The decoration work for the banquet had just begun. Dozens of professional banquet contractors were decorating the ancient Wayne Manor like busy worker ants.

Alfred was in charge of everything, Bruce was nowhere to be seen, and Dick and Barbara were standing in the corner talking about something.

Suddenly, the red-haired girl saw Martin, called out his name in surprise, and rushed towards him.

"Martin, you actually turned into a child? We thought Bruce was joking."

Barbara's legs have recovered well. Although she still needs assistive devices to walk, it is much better than being confined to a wheelchair.

"Stop pinching!"

Martin helplessly blocked Barbara's hands that were about to pinch his face.

He really couldn't understand why these women always liked to pinch their faces, didn't they?

"You're so cute!"

After Barbara's leg recovered, her personality became much more cheerful.

She smiled and opened her arms: "Come, let sister hug you."

"Fuck me, I refuse!"

Martin was actually not older than Barbara, so it didn't matter if he called her sister, but he always felt that there was something wrong with the way the red-haired girl looked at him.

Seeing Martin the little white rabbit being swallowed by Barbara the big wolf, Dick quickly stepped forward to fight back.

"Stop it."

He pushed Barbara back and pointed at the statue-like bear god ancestor spirit behind him and asked, "Is this also something you brought with your transformation?"

The ancestor spirit of the bear god immediately glared at him, his round eyes full of murderous intent. The bear skin on the mountain shook, giving off a primitive and barbaric breath.

Nedick put his hands in front of his chest and took two steps back, and asked Martin in a low voice: "Did this guy just run out of the primeval forest?"

“That’s about the same!”

Martin explained the existence of the ancestral spirits to Dick.

Dick's mouth immediately opened into an "O" shape: "You are really like me, Martin. There are always some strange things around you."

After learning the identity of the Bear God Ancestor Spirit, Dick stopped provoking him and said with a smile:
"What you said to that kid Damian upstairs was really vicious. It really disparaged him to nothing."

Dick didn't just laugh, he laughed heartily.

Martin teased him deliberately, "Are you happy to see me destroy your inheritance rival?"

Dick rolled his eyes, raised two middle fingers, shook his head and said, "I don't care who old Bruce leaves his inheritance to. I just don't like that kid."

Barbara suddenly stabbed Dick in the back and exposed his dark history: "On the day Damian was sent to Wayne Manor, Dick acted like a big brother and wanted to teach him a lesson. As a result, the kid cut him with a knife and gave him several wounds." At the time, Barbara was also very angry about Damian's behavior, but after the incident happened in front of good friends, it became a joke between them.

"I really don't know how Talia raised that child who always talks with a knife?"

Dick still considered himself as the eldest brother of the Wayne family. Although he was unhappy with Damian, he was still concerned about the boy's mental state.

"His mother is a cold-blooded killer, and his grandfather is the leader of a cult. Can you expect a child who grew up in that kind of living environment to be a law-abiding and good citizen?"

Martin said seriously: "Fortunately, he is still just a teenager. As long as time is long enough and enough effort is put in, even if it is forced, his world view can be corrected."

This kind of thing has always been forced, there is no such thing as letting it happen naturally.

Dick tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, no, he's Bruce's son, not mine, why should I worry about this?"

Seeing Dick's hard-mouthed but soft-hearted appearance, Martin and Barbara both laughed, and the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Dick rolled his eyes at his two friends and ignored them.

The three of them were playing and joking, and it was soon noon. The entire manor was still busy with decoration.

Martin touched his rumbling stomach and asked Dick to take him to the kitchen. He couldn't help but complain: "Are you rich people holding a banquet to enjoy yourself or to torture yourself?"

After working for such a long time, it took dozens of people just to install the banquet decorations.

"So, Bruce never does this kind of thing at home, he usually just goes to a special hotel."

Dick shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "But the banquet killer we want to catch this time is very picky. He only attacks at private banquets, so we have no choice but to do this."

If you want to become a first-rate villain in Gotham, it is not enough to just kill people, you also need to have the ability to kill and the means to kill.

The gang of robbers Martin encountered that morning would have been famous in other cities, but in Gotham they were just ordinary people without even a name.

Because they have no work, they can't even use violence well, let alone advance it into art.

When he walked into the kitchen, the first thing Martin saw was the mountain of ingredients. Those ingredients were clearly marked with prices, and even the cheapest ones cost thousands of yuan.

"Outrageous!"

Martin looked at the high-quality organic farm-raised eggs priced at $1000 and felt he was no longer able to complain.

"What you're eating isn't eggs at all, it's just those labels!"

Dick and Barbara didn't like the scene either.

The most expensive thing on Dick is his chivalrous equipment. As for his daily life, he is no different from an ordinary person.

Although Barbara is the director's daughter, she can only afford food and clothing, but Gordon does not have the ability to support a luxurious life.

Martin shook his head helplessly and did not continue to criticize this decadent and corrupt life. He shook off the chefs, picked some ingredients and cooked a big meal.

The Bear God ancestor spirit ate with great relish. He had no idea what US dollars were and all he felt was the joy of tasting food again.

Martin watched the busy chefs around him, whittling and cutting those expensive ingredients, leaving only a little bit at the end, calling it "extracting the essence", and throwing the rest into the trash can. His blood pressure rose.

Dick and Barbara looked at Martin's increasingly dark face, and quickly stuffed their lunch into their mouths. Each of them lifted one of Martin's arms and quickly left the kitchen.

Otherwise, they were afraid that Martin would blow up Wayne Manor in a rage before the party killer arrived.

"calm down!"

Dick carefully persuaded Martin, who was about to explode with anger: "You know this was an accident. Bruce would never do this normally."

"Now I really hope that the aura that attracts criminals will take effect immediately, otherwise I will join that party killer."

　First update! I'm resurrected again! Go, go, go!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)