"Now I especially want to go to a difficult place, the further away the better, even in the ice and snow of the Arctic..."
In a single ward, a young man beside the bed was reading carefully.
Feng Zhou was lying on the hospital bed. His body was already very weak. It was difficult for him to move his fingers or even turn his eyes. Only the voice of his friend came to his ears to let him know that he was still alive.
But it won't be long, because he can feel his life passing by.
He grew up in an orphanage. Because he was smart, he relied on a scholarship to finish college. In order to live the life he longed for, he worked all day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, and worked day and night, which caused his body to weaken day by day. In the end, he could only lie in bed with only a few breaths.
Friends visit and accompany me every day.
Like everyone else, Feng Zhou didn't want to die. He felt that his fighting time was too short, he didn't take good care of himself, and he didn't even get married, so he just left like this. He was really unwilling to do so.
If you start exercising in an orphanage, if you participate in some fitness activities in college, if you pay attention to the balance between work and rest after joining the job...
Now, Feng Zhou just wants to say loudly: "I want to live..."
But he couldn't even open his mouth.
The sound of his friend's reading gradually faded away, and Feng Zhou soon fell into eternal darkness.
…
Millikin, Gotham.
It has been three months since Feng Zhou came here.
From being penniless and hungry at the beginning, to now I have a small shop and run a restaurant where I can make pancakes, fruit cakes, egg-filled pancakes and other foods and sell them to ordinary citizens.
With its unique flavor, good taste and exotic style, Fengzhou's small restaurants are very popular among the people in this area.
Even though Gotham's folk customs are simple, officials and gangsters are united, and the world is difficult, and Feng Zhou, as a Chinese, has a hard time living, there are always a few kind-hearted people at the bottom.
The chatty Aunt Maria took her in.
Kind-hearted brother Sam helped him find a job.
The warm-hearted Uncle Crud's storefront lease expired and the tenant left, so he rented his own shop at a low price and opened this snack bar, so that he could finally survive.
If you have your own job and income, you can survive.
Chinese Americans can survive anywhere in the world because they always have hope for life.
His body now is almost the same as when he first graduated. If he continues to work as before, working early in the morning and dark in the morning in order to survive, he is afraid that he will still be in the hospital in a few years.
Should I let Aunt Maria take care of herself when the time comes?
"Feng, hurry up, I don't want to wait too long!"
A middle-aged man with slightly bald hair, a full beard and messy clothes stood in front of the stall and shouted, interrupting Feng Zhou's meditation.
"It'll be ready soon, sir!"
Feng Zhou didn't dare to neglect, and made pancakes and fruits with extremely flexible hands.
He didn't dare to be careless.
Because this middle-aged man's name is Flass, a police officer from the Gotham City Police Department. This guy also works part-time at night. He is a collaborator of Gotham gang boss Carman Feconi, and is transporting drugs for the latter.
Provide convenience.
This is a guy who eats both black and white.
Of course, except for Gordon, everyone else in the Gotham Police Department is basically like this.
Besides, the police in Milician have great power and can shoot on their own, so how could Feng Zhou dare to offend this big boss.
But when he saw this guy opening Feng Zhou's money box without warning and taking a few Franklins, Feng Zhou couldn't help but said, "Fras, I still have to eat."
Fras casually took the pancakes that had been prepared and smiled: "Just eat the pancakes you made."
Looking at Flas's swaggering back, Feng Zhou had no choice but to sigh heavily.
But deep down, I felt extremely depressed.
As a citizen of a foodie empire, Fengzhou's food tastes good, the price is favorable, and his business is better than that of ordinary restaurants, but this cannot withstand Fras's exploitation.
In my previous life, my body was getting weaker and weaker. Do I have to be a soft noodle here to be slaughtered by others?
Fortunately, the police are not the only ones who come to eat Bawang Meal. His shop is located at the corner of the street, and some of the Chinese food is very delicious, so it naturally attracts customers. Very few diners in Millikin have eaten such delicious snacks. As long as they have eaten it once, they will naturally be attracted by it.
I am willing to come here a second time, but in just a few days, Fengzhou has become the busiest restaurant on this street.
Three young girls were shopping, and one of them said, "Jessica, where is that particularly delicious Chinese restaurant you mentioned?"
"It's right in front, coming soon."
"It's really as delicious as you said."
"It's really delicious. I've had it twice. It's even better than the one in Chinatown."
"Jessica, have you ever eaten in Chinatown?"
"Why haven't you tried it before? Daniel took me there. It tastes pretty good."
"By the way, you said that the snack guy is very handsome. Is it true? He's more handsome than Tom Cruise?"
"Of course, he is more handsome than Leonardo."
The three girls came to Feng Zhou's stall chatting and laughing. There happened to be an empty seat. The girls sat down and all looked at Feng Zhou who was cooking.
"You're absolutely right, he's really handsome."
"Boss, we are going to eat." Several girls shouted.
Feng Zhou called out: "Please wait a moment." He handed the prepared meat buns to the guests, then came to the group of girls with the menu, put the menu on the table, and took out a small book
, said with a smile on his face: "You beautiful ladies, would you like something to eat."
The three girls looked at the menu and discussed for a while, "Let's have one pancake and one fruit..."
At this moment, a big hand fell from the sky and slapped the table hard, making a loud bang. The teacup on the table jumped up. Gululu rolled to the table and fell to the ground, making a loud bang as the glass shattered.
Voice.
The three girls were so frightened that they couldn't help but scream a few times and hid aside before they dared to look here.
"hey-hey……"
A white young man with tattoos all over his body made a weird laugh and sat down. They didn't look at the little girls. They ordered some food and wolfed it down. They called Feng Zhou over and said:
"Fake Squid, you are a yellow-skinned monkey who opened a shop on Mr. Carman-Faconi's territory. Why don't you know how to take the initiative to hand over the protection fee? Last month, you received two thousand US dollars, and you have to pay three thousand US dollars this month."
Feng Zhou felt bitter in his heart.
Since the people of Gotham are simple and honest, and the officials and gangsters live together, the lower class people are naturally exploited by the gangs. As Mr. Feconi is the underground emperor of Gotham City, all gang members in the city listen to him, and those who collect protection fees will of course beat him.
flag.
In fact, he had already paid once last month, but this month it was increased by a thousand dollars, which made him annoyed.
Although it was expected, Feng Zhou still took a deep breath and said: "Sir, you can see that my business here is average. After paying three thousand US dollars, I can't afford to eat. Otherwise, I still
How about paying two thousand dollars?"
"Fake Squid! You lowly yellow-skinned monkey, you are still bargaining here! Believe it or not, we smashed your shop and the police didn't even say anything! You still dare to talk back to me here?"
Before the tattooed man could say anything, a bald black man next to him had already pointed at Feng Zhou and cursed loudly, almost spitting on Feng Zhou's face.
Feng Zhou could only endure it and obediently took out three thousand dollars.
It’s not that he is bloodless, it’s not that he is cowardly, it’s not that he is reborn and values life extraordinarily.
In fact, he couldn't resist at all.
With his physique, he can only fight with one person at most, but the result of fighting three people is that he will be beaten severely, all his money will be taken away, and the shop will be smashed up.
What's more, these three guys have the support of Feconi's gang. If they had resisted, they might have been thrown into the sea that night.
No wonder the lower-class Chinese have a difficult life in the United States. They are just like middle-aged people. They are exploited in all aspects. How can they not be miserable?
With these three guys here, the other customers had already run away. After these three guys left cursing, the store became quiet.
Feng Zhou sighed and didn't want to do business anymore, so he closed the door directly.
He had just closed the door when suddenly a strange laugh came from behind him.
Feng Zhou was startled, turned around in horror, and saw a guy sitting there, eating a pancake and fruit in his hand.
"Your Chinese food really tastes good, but it's a pity that you are a softie, hahaha..."
This is a thin man.
He has short curly green hair on his head and wears a dark purple suit with a green waistcoat and a white shirt lining. The color contrast is extremely exaggerated.
Of course, what is more eye-catching is his face.
The angular face was smeared with pale white powder.
Deep wrinkles are clearly visible under the white powder, and a circle of pitch-black dust is smeared on the sunken eye sockets. Combined with the extremely large whites of the eyes and the pupils that are almost shrunk into a black dot, it gives people a chilling and weird feeling.
His lips were painted with a layer of scarlet paint, and the corners of his mouth extended extremely long to both sides.
After looking carefully, I discovered that under the layer of paint, there was an extremely deep scar between the upper and lower jaw. His mouth had been cut open.
With just such a glance, Feng Zhou felt a chill rising from his spine. For a moment, his mouth went dry, his mouth was stunned, and his heart was beating fast.
"Mr. j..."
Feng Zhou is called by his honorific title.
But he knew what everyone in the city called him, and he also knew who that person was.
Joker!
Gotham's most famous villain, the future number one enemy of Batman, possesses top-notch fighting skills, is proficient in light weapons and knives, and what's even more frightening is that he possesses wisdom and elusive thinking far beyond ordinary people.
This information flashed through Feng Zhou's mind, but he immediately forced himself to calm down.
He has been living here for three months and knows that there is no Poison Ivy, Clayface, or Dr. Phosphorus in Gotham. Bruce Wayne only graduated from Plimpton University and has been missing for seven years.
Just the heir to the group.
In short, this is a world without super powers.
But there are Carmen-Faconi, clowns, and various gangsters here. They are entrenched in the sky above Gotham, and they are crazy about exploiting and squeezing the people at the bottom here.
And he himself is a good-for-nothing lower-class Chinese, a poor man who has just been exploited by gangsters. The super villain the Joker is specifically looking for trouble for him. Doesn't he think he has lowered his status?
Although Batman has not yet appeared, and Gotham's legal system has been trampled by the police and criminals, it is not without your clown's wantonness. How could you condescend to deal with me, Luthor?
Thinking of this, Feng Zhou said: "Mr. J, if I had your skills, I would not be a weakling!"
"Hey hey hey hahahahaha, Feng, you are an interesting guy. There is anger in your eyes, but you hide that you are so kind. I came here because I believe that those things that destroy your dignity will turn you into a
Even weirder."
After saying this, the clown finished the food in his mouth in several mouthfuls, walked up to Feng Zhou, shook his hands for no apparent reason, and said strange words: "Look, the world is burning, and you will sink forever, there is no one
Can save you, you will be desperate, you will have nowhere to escape, until your bone marrow is completely drained, and in the end you will still have nothing. Do you know who you are?"
"I..." Feng Zhou swallowed deeply, his eyes seemed to be a little distracted, and he murmured: "I want to live, I want to live with dignity."
"Hahaha..., you Chinese people always think about dignity, dignity? Only Bruce Lee can have dignity, because he is not afraid of anyone..."
"This world is already crazy. You only need to be like Bruce Lee, and all the gangsters will crawl at your feet. Follow me, Feng, hehehehahaha..."
"I am willing to follow you, as long as you teach me how to fight, and as long as I am no longer afraid of those gangsters..." Feng Zhou said loudly.
"Very good, very good, disrupt everything, make everything chaotic, let you become a crazy guy, I believe you will be excited because of what the gangsters do..."