American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 94 Dio: The people of Gotham are so hospitable.

"We were wrong, please let us go."

The night wind carried the salty smell of sea water and blew through the empty streets. The street lights cast a pale halo on the wet ground.

There was a man sitting in a trash can at the end of the street.

There was a crack in the helmet, and the white eyes could be vaguely seen.

And at a closer point...

The motorcycles lay crookedly on the side of the road, and the front wheel of one of them was still turning slightly, as if silently accusing everything that had just happened.

The thugs who were so aggressive just a few minutes ago were beaten to their knees.

The arrogance on their faces had long since disappeared, replaced by unconcealable fear.

"Big brother, we were wrong, please let us go"

The leading thug's voice trembled and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Leaning on his Harley, the black helmet obscured Dio's expression. Only his eyes were vaguely visible through the goggles, looking down coldly at the thugs.

He didn't say anything, but just tilted his head slightly and tapped the fuel tank of the motorcycle with his fingers, making a dull echo.

The thugs looked at each other, and no one dared to move first.

until…

A thug with green hair suddenly had an idea and took out his wallet:
"Brother! I understand what you mean! This is a small token of our appreciation! We'll pay for the fuel!"

"Dang~"

The coin fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

The other two people woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly took out the crumpled banknotes and put them on the ground in a panic.

In no time, a stack of banknotes appeared.

"Put them all on the ground."

The green-haired gangster swallowed his saliva and carefully placed his last empty wallet on the pile of banknotes.

Dio glanced at the banknotes scattered on the ground, and seemed satisfied.

He bent down slowly, and picked up the banknotes one by one with his slender fingers. His movements were as elegant as if he was attending a high-society dinner.

He even gently dusted off a dusty twenty-dollar bill before stuffing it into his pocket.

“Big cities are good.”

A chuckle came from under the helmet. "City people are so hospitable. You can even pick up money while walking."

"?!"

Several thugs froze in place, watching the evildoer get on the motorcycle.

The engine roared.

It was not until the Harley's taillights disappeared at the end of the street that several people collapsed on the ground with a sense of relief.

"Hold"

Green Hair wiped his face and found that his hands were still shaking uncontrollably. "Did you see the direction he went?"

"Ice, Iceberg Club?"

Another thug stammered, and suddenly revealed a smile uglier than crying, "We've hit a wall!"

The three of them simultaneously looked at the unconscious Oliver, then at the coins scattered on the ground.

That was their entire 'income' for the night.

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds.

"Jimmy?"

Green Hair nudged his silent companion with his elbow and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you scared?"

Jimmy stared blankly at the direction Dio left until the car lights disappeared at the end of the horizon. Then he slowly turned his head with a dazed look in his eyes: "I'm thinking..."

"Compared to that guy, our usual petty thefts seem..." He paused, "especially pathetic, don't they?"

"......."

Green Hair and another gangster looked at each other.

The sea breeze blew a few pieces of waste newspaper past their feet.

"Then..." He licked his cracked lips and lowered his voice very low, "How about a big ticket?"

Taking a deep breath, Jimmy patted his knees and stood up.

Needless to say.
-
Gotham Night.

Never a good time to rest.

Various sounds mixed together to form the background music of the city.

Dior held the handlebars with one hand, his posture as relaxed as if he was just riding a bicycle.

He casually placed his other hand on his knee, letting the cool sea breeze with its strong salty smell pass through his fingers.

The sound of the Harley's engine was particularly clear on the empty coastal road, and the wheels rolled over the wet asphalt road, occasionally splashing small drops of water.

The scenery is great...

of course.

This isn't Gotham.

He turned his head and looked across the dark sea on the right that seemed to swallow up the light, towards the other side.

The lights of the metropolis in the distance are like scattered stars, outlining a brilliant skyline in the night sky.

Those towering glass curtain wall buildings sparkled in the moonlight, and from a distance, they did have a dreamy and exquisite feeling.

"Sister city?"

A sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of Dio's mouth under his helmet.

While speeding along the way, he experienced firsthand what a world of difference there was.

These two cities facing each other across the sea are like an extreme contrast of light and shadow.

On one side is the 'City of Tomorrow' that is filled with the scent of luxury perfume and is so glamorous that it is fake.
And on the other side...

His eyes swept over the rusty guardrails on the roadside and the abandoned factory looming in the distance.

Dio turned his eyes away in disgust, not even willing to take a breath of air.

After all, the air here.
It always seems to be a mixture of motor oil, salty sea water, and another indescribable, dull smell with a hint of rust.

The moon is rounder in Metropolis than in Gotham.

The air in Metropolis is fresher than in Gotham.

Regarding these two sentences that Uncle Jonathan once mentioned casually.

After a field trip, Dior felt noncommittal.

"boom!"

The Harley slid through the curve.

The iconic building finally came into view in its entirety.

Iceberg Club——

True to its name.

The overall shape is like a huge iceberg that has forcibly emerged from the turbid waters of Gotham.

The ground floor is a heavy dark concrete base.

As you go higher, the area of ​​the glass curtain wall expands exponentially.

On the top floor, it is almost entirely made of huge, mirror-smooth blue tempered glass.

There were even more than a dozen powerful searchlight beams on the top of the building, shooting into the night sky from different positions, constantly scanning across the sky, and clearly projecting a penguin pretending to be wearing glasses on the low clouds.

It's like some kind of giant billboard declaring sovereignty.

Squinting slightly, Dio could even notice that the lights would briefly focus in a certain direction from time to time, just like...
Some kind of cryptic signaling?
But this has nothing to do with him. Dio's purpose of coming today is very simple.

Just to find a part-time job to make money.

That's it.

Harley's speed slowly decreased.

Because on the circular drive in front of the club, there was a row of luxury cars, moving slowly forward.

Even Dio, who has little interest in four wheels, can recognize several limited edition Rolls-Royces and Lamborghinis.

Amidst the traffic, several uniformed waiters jogged around opening doors for guests. Hmm…
With occasional flashes of light.

Apparently, some of the city's celebrities are being photographed by paparazzi.

“It’s quite a grand spectacle.”

Dio whispered to himself.

He slowed down even more and carefully observed the people coming in and out.

The men were all dressed in tailored suits, the women were wearing enough jewelry to buy a lot of land, and everyone had a smile on their face.

At the gate, a short and fat man in a dark purple tuxedo and holding a cane was greeting guests.

That exaggerated smile reminded Dio of a circus performance.

As expected of a high-end club, even the reception staff are professional clowns.

Maybe I can see his performance there later?

I don't know whether to charge the staff.

As his thoughts raced, Dio drove the Harley steadily into the parking lot marked 'VIP ONLY'.

A man in uniform subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop him, but he stopped as soon as he took a step forward.

It seems to be a piece of iron plate?

After all, although this blond young man was wearing an ordinary leather jacket, his innate arrogance
And the obviously modified Harley...

All of these suggest that this guy might not be someone to be trifled with.

And in Gotham, curiosity is a luxury.

The man's throat tightened.

The most important thing to survive in this place is good eyesight.

Being too curious or being too harsh on others can get you into big trouble.

For example——

His colleague had both legs broken by his boss because he looked down on others.

"Everyone who comes is a guest."

"Have friends come from afar."

This is a famous quote that their boss always says.

When he thought of this, the serious expression on the security guard's face instantly turned into hesitation, and finally he stepped aside decisively.

After making a 'come in' gesture towards the side door of the club, he did not make any unnecessary movements.

This made Dio nod slightly.

It is indeed a high-end club.

Even the security guards are so polite, and
He snorted softly, his eyes scanning the surroundings—

The surveillance cameras embedded in the ornately decorated pillars and in the corners of the ceiling were glowing a faint red light.

Although they are cleverly disguised, their functions cannot be concealed.

“This posture.”

Dio took off his helmet and shook his messy blond hair. "There shouldn't be any deception."

"It's time to show me what this 'king' is."

He casually hung the heavy helmet on the handlebars of his Harley, and habitually raised his hand to adjust the collar of his leather jacket, making it a little straighter.

After doing all this, he took a step forward and walked towards the side door of the club with a clear goal.

but…

Just as he was about to reach out and push open the sturdy door.

There was a vibration in the inner pocket.

"Tsk."

Dio frowned imperceptibly.

He stopped pushing the door, and very naturally stepped aside to make way, and made a 'please come in first' gesture to a lady dressed in jewels who was about to pass by behind him.

The lady wearing the pearl necklace was obviously stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting to be treated so gentlemanly by a handsome young man who looked like a biker.

She looked carefully at the blond boy in front of her in the light from the side door, and then a surprised smile appeared on her face.

The sculpture-like perfect profile, slender figure, and the elegant temperament that is inadvertently revealed in every gesture
This temperament doesn't seem like that of a street thug.

"Oh, thank you, dear."

The lady's voice unconsciously softened a little, and she deliberately slowed down her pace as she walked past. The faint scent of perfume drifted past Dior's nose.

She felt a little bit of anticipation.

Will this attractive young man come and chat with him?

But unfortunately, her little thought was doomed to fail.

She had just taken two steps when the handsome young man pulled out his still-vibrating cell phone from his inner pocket and began to look at it intently, as if the courtesy he had just shown was just a casual gesture and he didn't take it seriously at all.

Sighing secretly, the lady walked into the glittering door with a twist of her waist, feeling a bit regretful and reluctant.

Not having time to pay attention to these insignificant details, Dio frowned and stared at the small screen of his mobile phone, which clearly displayed two unread messages.

The first is from Clark:

[Dior! Where are you? Come back soon! Something big happened at home!]

The second one is from my father:
[Boy, come back soon, there is a surprise. ]

"surprise?"

Dio was puzzled, but his fingertips still tapped rapidly on the keys.

【Go home before 12 o'clock, do not disturb. 】

After sending the message, he looked up and glanced at the flashing neon lights on the Iceberg Club sign.

It was only 6:30 in the evening, which was enough time for him to get the interview for this part-time job.

As for the so-called 'surprises' at home, they were probably just that silly Clark making a fuss, or maybe Sarafiel had picked up some strange animal and brought it home, or maybe Uncle Jonathan had suddenly decided to organize some family activity.

Thinking of this, Dior turned his phone to silent mode and put it back into his inner pocket.

He straightened his collar again, continued the action that had been interrupted just now, pushed open the side door, and officially walked into the Iceberg Club.

When the waiter standing at the door saw him come in, he subconsciously straightened his back and put on a professional smile on his face, but his eyes were full of the unique vigilance of Gotham people. He scanned Dio silently, especially lingering for a moment on his belt around his waist.

Anyone who has been around Gotham long enough understands that the younger, more harmless, or even overly handsome a guy looks, the more likely he is to be hiding something deadly.

"Good evening, sir."

The waiter maintained a polite smile. "Which activity area are you planning to visit today? I can show you the way."

"Black Gate Penguin."

Dio only said four words.

These four words seemed to have some kind of magic. The professional smile on the waiter's face froze instantly, and his eyes were full of surprise, even a hint of disbelief.

He quickly pressed the micro-earphone hidden in his ear, turned sideways, covered his mouth and lowered his voice to quickly confirm something.

After a few seconds, he put his hand down, his expression becoming somewhat complicated, like regret and relief:
"Understood. Please take the elevator to the VIP area on the third floor. The supervisor is waiting for you there."

When Dio heard the address, he didn't even raise his eyelids, let alone ask any more questions.

He just nodded casually and started walking. The hard soles of his leather boots stepped on the mirror-like marble floor, making clear and rhythmic footsteps. He walked straight towards the elevator that the waiter indicated.

Only the waiter was left behind to watch his tall figure disappear around the corner of the corridor:
"Oh, it's really hard these days. Only those who are handsome can do it."
-
Do Not Disturb

Locke and Clark looked at each other.

"What did he go to do?"

"I don't know. I asked him at noon and he said he had something to do. I was the one who picked up Sarafir."

Listening to Clark's words, Locke scratched his head in confusion.

Dior rarely comes home late
Was he tinkering with his Harley Davidson parked in Cebreloa again?

"Sorry, Lex."

Looking at the bald man who was feasting on his meal at the table, Locke said helplessly, "Dio may be back late."

"It's okay, Uncle Locke." Lex said vaguely.

(End of this chapter)