"I now want to go to a difficult place, as far away as possible, even in the ice and snow of the Arctic......

In a single room, a young man at the bedside reads aloud.

Feng Zhou was lying on the hospital bed, his body was already very weak, not to mention moving his fingers, it was difficult to roll his eyes, only his friend's voice came from his ears, letting him know that he was still alive.

But it won't be long, because he can feel his life passing.

He grew up in an orphanage, because he was smart, he relied on a scholarship to finish college, and for the life he longed for, he forgot to sleep and eat after joining the work, and worked day and night, which led to his body becoming weaker and weaker, and later he could only lie in bed, with only a few friends visiting and accompanying him every day.

Like everyone, Feng Zhou didn't want to die, he felt that his time of struggle was too short, and he didn't take care of himself, and he didn't even have a family, so he just left, he was really unwilling.

If you start exercising in an orphanage, if you participate in some fitness activities in college, if you work after work, pay attention to the combination of work and rest......

Now, Feng Zhou just wants to say out loud: "I want to live......"

But he couldn't even open his mouth.

The sound of his friend's reading in his ears gradually faded away, and Feng Zhou soon fell into eternal darkness.

......

Millican, Gotham.

It's been three months since Feng Zhou came here.

From being penniless and hungry at the beginning, I now have a small shop and a restaurant, where I can make some food such as pancakes and egg scones and sell them to some ordinary citizens.

With its unique flavor, good taste, and exotic style, the small restaurant in Fengzhou is very popular with the citizens in this area.

Even though the people of Gotham are simple, the officials and bandits are one, the world is difficult, and Feng Zhou, as a Chinese, is even more difficult to live, but among the ordinary people at the bottom, there are always a few kind.

The talkative Aunt Mary took her in.

The kind big brother Sam helped him find a job.

When the lease of the store of the warm-hearted Uncle Crude expired, the tenant left, so he rented his own shop at a low price and opened this snack bar, so that he could finally survive.

With your own job and income, you can live.

The reason why Chinese Americans can survive anywhere in the world is because they always have hope for life.

His current body is similar to when he first graduated, and if he continues to work in the morning and in the dark for the hope of survival, he is afraid that he will still lie in the hospital in a few years.

Is it time to let Aunt Mary take care of herself?

"Feng, you hurry up for me, I don't want to wait long!"

A middle-aged man with slightly bald hair, a scumbag on his face, and disheveled clothes stood in front of the stall and shouted, interrupting Feng Zhou's musings.

"Right away, sir!"

Feng Zhou didn't dare to slack off, and made pancakes with extremely flexible hands.

He didn't dare to be careless.

Because this middle-aged man's name is Fras, he is a police officer at the Gotham City Police Department, this guy also works part-time at night, and is a collaborator of Gotham mob boss Carman Ficoni, facilitating the latter's drug dumping.

It's a black-and-white all-you-can-eat guy.

Of course, the officers at the Gotham Police Department, except for Gordon, are basically like this.

Besides, the police in Milican have a lot of power, and they can shoot on their own, so how dare Feng Zhou offend this big guy.

But seeing this guy open Feng Zhou's cash box without seeing anything and take a few Franklins, Feng Zhou couldn't help but say, "Frass, I still have to eat." ”

Frass snatched the pancakes that had been made and smiled, "You just eat the pancakes you made." ”

Looking at Frass's swaggering back, Feng Zhou had no choice but to sigh heavily.

But I was very depressed in my heart.

As a citizen of the foodie empire, the food made by Feng Zhou tastes good, the price is favorable, and the business is a little better than that of ordinary restaurants, but this can't stand the exploitation of Frass.

In his previous life, his body was getting weaker and weaker, so did he have to be a soft noodle to be slaughtered here?

Fortunately, it is not only the police who come to eat the overlord meal, his shop is located at the corner of the street, and some Chinese food is very delicious, so it is natural to attract customers, Milican diners rarely eat such delicious snacks, as long as they have eaten once, they are naturally willing to come a second time, just a few days of effort, Fengzhou has become the most lively restaurant on this street.

Three young girls were shopping, and one of them said, "Jessica, where is that delicious Chinese restaurant you are talking about?" ”

"It's right in front, right away. ”

"It's as delicious as you say. ”

"It's really delicious, I've eaten it twice, it's better than Chinatown." ”

"Jessica, have you ever eaten Chinatown? ”

"Why haven't I eaten it, Daniel took me there, and it tastes okay. ”

"By the way, you said that the snack maker is particularly handsome, is it true, more handsome than Tom Cruise?"

"Of course, more handsome than Leonardo. ”

The three girls laughed and came to the stall of Fengzhou, there happened to be an empty seat, and several girls sat down, all looking at Fengzhou who was cooking.

"You're absolutely right, it's really handsome. ”

"Boss, we're going to eat. Several girls shouted.

Feng Zhou shouted, "Please wait. He casually delivered the finished meat bun to the guests, and then came to the group of girls with the menu, put the menu on the table, took out a small notebook, and said with a smile: "A few beautiful ladies, what do you want to eat?" ”

The three girls looked at the menu and discussed, "A pancake fruit, a ......"

At this moment, a big hand fell from the sky and slammed it on the table, making a loud bang, and the teacup on the table jumped up, gurgled and rolled to the table, and fell to the ground with a snapping sound of glass breaking.

The three girls were so frightened that they couldn't help but let out a few screams, and hid directly to the side before they dared to look here.

"Hey......

A white young man with tattoos all over his body let out a strange laugh, sat down, and they didn't look at the little girls, ordered some food, devoured it, and called Feng Zhou again, and said:

"Falk squid, you yellow-skinned monkey who opened a shop on Mr. Carman Feconi's turf, why don't you know to voluntarily hand over the protection money? I collected you $2,000 last month, and I have to pay $3,000 this month. ”

Feng Zhou's heart was bitter.

Since the people of Gotham are simple and the officials and bandits are a family, the lower class people are naturally exploited by the gangs, and Mr. Ficony, as the underground emperor of Gotham City, the gangsters in the whole city listen to him, and those who collect protection money must of course use his banner.

The fact that he had already paid it once last month, but this month it had raised by a thousand dollars annoyed him.

Although it was expected, Feng Zhou still took a deep breath and said, "Sir, you can also see that my business here is average, and I can't afford to eat after paying three thousand dollars, or I should pay two thousand dollars, okay?"

"Fakes, you lowly yellow-skinned monkey, are still bargaining here! Believe it or not, the police won't say anything if we smash your shop! You dare to talk back to me here?"

Before the tattooed man could speak, a black bald man beside him had already pointed at Feng Zhou and scolded, and saliva was about to be sprayed on Feng Zhou's face.

Feng Zhou could only endure it and obediently took out three thousand dollars.

It's not that he's bloodless, it's not that he's cowardly, it's not that he's reborn once and cherishes life extraordinarily.

It's just that he can't resist at all.

With his physique, he can fight with one person at most, and the end of fighting with three people is to be beaten badly, all the money is robbed, and the store is smashed clean.

What's more, these three guys still have the support of Ficony's gangsters behind them, and if they resist stubbornly, they may be thrown into the sea that night.

No wonder the low-level Chinese live a difficult life in the United States, which is the same as the middle-aged Runtu, being exploited in all aspects, can they not be bitter?

With these three guys there, the other customers had already run away, and when the three guys left with a curse, the shop fell silent.

Feng Zhou sighed, and didn't want to do business anymore, so he closed the door directly.

He had just closed the door when a strange laugh came from behind him.

"Hey, ......hey,

This cold laughter was abrupt.

Feng Zhou was startled, turned around in shock, and saw a guy sitting there, holding a pancake fruit in his hand.

"Your Huaxia food really tastes good, but it's a pity that you are a soft egg, ahahaha......"

It's a skinny man.

He wears a dark purple suit with green shoulders and a white shirt lined with green shoulders on his head.

More striking, of course, is his face.

The angular face was smeared with a miserable white powder.

The deep wrinkles are clearly visible under the white powder, and the sunken eye sockets are smeared with a circle of pitch-black dust, combined with the huge area of the whites of the eyes, and the pupils that are almost shrunk into a black dot, giving people a chilling and strange feeling.

His lips were covered with a layer of scarlet paint, and the corners of his mouth stretched extremely long to the sides.

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that underneath the layer of paint, there was an extremely deep scar between the upper and lower jaws—his mouth had been cut open.

Just by looking at it, Feng Zhou felt a chill rise from his spine, and for a while, his mouth was dry and stunned, and his heart was pounding.

"Mr. J......"

Feng Zhou is called an honorific title.

But he knew what the whole city called him, and he knew who it was.

Joker!

Gotham's most famous villain, the future Batman's arch-nemesis, possesses top-notch martial arts, is proficient in small arms and knives, and more terrifyingly, has far more than ordinary intelligence and elusive thinking.

This information flashed through Feng Zhou's mind, but he immediately forced himself to calm down.

He'd been living here for three months, and he knew that Gotham didn't have Poison Ivy, no Clayface, no Dr. Phosphorus, and that Bruce Wayne was just the heir to the Wayne Group who had graduated from Princeton University and had been missing for seven years.

In short, this is a world without superpowers.

But there is Carman Ficoni, there are clowns, there are all kinds of gangsters, they are entrenched in the skies above Gotham, and they are crazy to exploit and oppress the people at the bottom here.

And he himself is a good-for-nothing low-level Chinese, a poor man who has just been exploited and oppressed by gangsters, and the clown, a supervillain, is specifically looking for trouble with him, doesn't he think he is lowering his qualifications?

Although Batman has not yet appeared, and Gotham's legal system has been trampled by officials and bandits, it is not without a place where you Joker is reckless, how can you deign to deal with me, Luther.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhou said: "Mr. J, if I had skills like yours, I wouldn't be a soft egg!"

"Hey, hey, hey, he ”

After the clown said this, he ate the food in his mouth in a few bites, walked to Feng Zhou, shook his hand for unknown reasons, and said strange words: "Look at it, the world is burning, and you will sink forever, no one can save you, you will despair, you will have nowhere to escape, until your bone marrow is completely drained, and in the end there is still nothing, do you know who you are?"

"I ......" Feng Zhou swallowed deeply, his eyes seemed to be a little loose, and he muttered: "I want to live, I want to live with dignity." ”

"Hahaha...... Only Bruce Lee would have dignity because he was not afraid of anyone's ......."

"The world is already crazy, you just need to be like Bruce Lee, all the gangsters will be prostrate at your feet, follow me, Feng, hehehehaha......"

"I'm willing to follow you, as long as you teach me martial arts, as long as I'm no longer afraid of those gangsters......" Feng Zhou said loudly.

"Good, good, disrupt everything, make everything chaotic, make you a crazy guy, I'm sure you'll be excited about what the gangsters are doing......"