The scenery in the main city of Gotham is indeed pleasant. There are many high-rise buildings, towering like Titans. The phrase "row upon row" is very appropriate.
The street lights on both sides of the street emit colorful light. There is a constant flow of cars and horses on the street, and pedestrians are walking shoulder to shoulder. The men and women, brightly dressed, are walking in a hurry towards the bars and nightclubs, continuing to live a decadent and intoxicated life.
In the small alleyways, it is the territory of the lower class. Scantily clad and gorgeous women are leaning against the street lamps, smoking low-quality cigarettes in their mouths. The dim yellow lights are weakly drooping, attracting buzzing and noisy insects.
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Feng Zhou walked through the garbage-strewn alley and walked to a slightly wider road. He opened the door with "Golden Peacock Restaurant" written on it and walked in.
The clown's men have already gathered here, and everyone has excited eyes.
Because their leader has already agreed with everyone that the Golden Peacock Restaurant has been reserved, everyone can eat and drink here as much as they want, and the bill will be divided in the end.
The amount of money that Maloney robbed yesterday was approximately several million. Even if the clown took the majority, each of them would be able to share tens of thousands, which would be enough for them to squander it for a long time.
The reason why everyone follows clowns is to make money.
"Ahaha, everyone arrived in time, so I will serve as a waiter and tell everyone about tonight's meal. It's just a pity that there is no violin as background music."
The clown appeared in a white uniform and black tie. He still had green hair, a pale face, and scarlet lips. He waved to everyone enthusiastically. If you didn't look at his face, he looked like a waiter.
"Today's pastries are calamari ravioli in lemongrass soup, goat's cheese cakes and arugula Caesar salad. The main course is swordfish mince cake and onion jam, half-cooked roasted quail breasts with blackberry sauce, sorrel-filled baked pie, fried
Barbecued hare on a base of French fries, red fish on a base of violets and pine nuts.”
"Ouch..." The subordinates cheered.
Although I don’t know how delicious these exquisite foods are, when I hear the name, I have an unknown and powerful feeling. I think it must be delicious. As a low-income person who has been poor for most of his life, eating a meal like this
Food, it can be said to be a luxurious idea.
"So tonight, everyone is sharing to your heart's content. In addition, I want to tell you that our organization is still small now, but we have unlimited potential and can carry out aggressive expansion. You don't have to worry about losing your job."
The clown shouted with a smile, and then waved his hand: "Then, please ask the waiters to serve us some food."
Soon the waiters appeared one after another with various dishes, placed them on the table, and then left one by one.
"Gentlemen, let's all enjoy our meal together."
The clown shouted loudly.
His subordinates looked at these exquisite foods and could not hold back their saliva for a long time. They all stared with their eyes and throats trembling. After hearing what the clown said, they suddenly let out a burst of cheers and rushed to the table.
Grab the delicious food, put it in your mouth, and chew it happily.
This is what upper-class gentlemen order in upper-class restaurants, and now we lower-class tramps can also eat it!
"Feng, why don't you eat?"
The clown came to Feng Zhou and asked with a smile.
"Mr. J, you know that I am Chinese and I am not used to the hobbies of Americans. I prefer Chinese food. Of course, the most important thing is that you did not sit down to eat."
"Oh, my taste is very simple, and I can't get used to the things that gentlemen and ladies like to eat. I only need bread and milk to survive. Besides, I prefer our education system in the United States." The clown put his hands on his hips and smiled.
He said.
"We in the United States implement happy education. They just need to be happy. Therefore, after graduating from the slums, children in the slums will achieve nothing. They can only work as mice in dark and dirty sewers and eat the food left out of the fingers of the gentlemen.
Living on scraps, struggling to survive, each one becomes simple-minded and can't stop eating as long as there is delicious food."
"But I'm different. I prefer explosives, gunpowder and poison..."
"Plop..."
"Plop..."
As the clown talked eloquently, the subordinates behind him who were eating frantically suddenly froze, and fell to the ground without making a sound.
Some also moved the chairs behind them when they fell, and there were two "clang" sounds, but they did not cause any bigger noise.
After they fell to the ground, they only twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
Only the table full of cups and plates was in a mess.
There are also the clowns and Feng Zhou who look normal.
Apparently, they had been poisoned and died before receiving the dollars.
"Haha, it seems I misjudged you. You were not hypnotized by me at all. You are still alert. You are not an ordinary Chinese boy."
"When people want to survive, they will eventually be more vigilant."
Feng Zhou said calmly, but secretly clenched his fists.
When he was robbing the money, he didn't kill many people, but now he poisoned them all. The clown's thinking is really unreasonable.
"Oh, I heard that in China, betraying your master is a very shameless act. Those who do this will be criticized by thousands of people, but I see that you don't have any psychological burden at all now."
The clown was spinning around in circles, approaching and retreating, as if there was no logic.
But Feng Zhou didn't dare to be careless at all. On the surface, the clown looked like an unreasonable lunatic with illogical behavior, but in fact he was a thoughtful, well-planned and vicious guy.
As long as you lose the slightest bit of vigilance against him, you will be hit hard by him and it will be difficult to get over.
So Feng Zhou concentrated his attention and replied calmly: "A hundred and fifty years ago in China, those smart people were practicing 'learning from the barbarians to develop skills to control the barbarians', with the purpose of dealing with those greedy powers, including you.
America."
"Hehehe, no wonder you China can always rise, but whether you can rise or not depends on how much you have learned from me. I believe that in the end you will cry and beg me to forgive you."
Before he finished speaking, someone suddenly arrived in front of Feng Zhou.
It seemed illogical just now, but in fact it has been preparing for an attack.
Feng Zhou felt a strong wind blowing towards him, so he took a few steps back and used his fighting skills to fight Yan Xiujiu.
Feng Zhou's martial arts was taught by the clown, who knew his moves very well. In addition, Feng Zhou had only practiced for more than half a month, so it stands to reason that he should just knock Feng Zhou down.
But the situation was beyond the clown's expectation. Feng Zhou had practiced his fighting skills very proficiently, and his strength and speed were not weak. The clown couldn't defeat him for a while.
"hey-hey."
The clown is a paranoid man. When he saw that the "disciple" in front of him actually fought him on an equal footing in just over half a month, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. His attacking moves were vigorous and even slightly destructive.
The sound of emptiness.
After all, this clown is a top fighting master. The power and speed of his punches are outstanding. Although he looks like a clown, his punches are fierce and domineering, just like a tiger preying on prey. Feng Zhou's fighting style is hard yet soft, and his body movements are gentle.