Bruce is invited to Mrs. Emma's dinner, and as he expected, Himmler is also present at the banquet.

When Mrs. Emma saw Bruce's arrival, as the organizer, she naturally came over to greet her, and then left with a few important guests he had met.

There is no need for Bruce to bother thinking about how to get close to Himmler, as the richest man in Gotham, Himmler quickly walked up to him and talked to him, and this is also the effect that Bruce wants most.

"Mr. Bruce, you're here too"

The pompous and joyful tone, the perfect upper-class social etiquette, without the slightest deviation.

"Of course, how could I miss the banquet hosted by Lady Emma"

Bruce looked at the old woman who was busy shuttling between the guests, and naturally brought the topic over:

"Lady Emma rarely throws a banquet, why is it this time?"

A normal beginning, which does not cause anyone's doubts, is perfect to introduce to any topic.

"Huh? Doesn't Mr. Bruce know? Mrs. Emma's Angel Welfare Home has lost several children, so Mrs. Emma decided to set up a special fund to help find the lost children."

"Well, the invitation that Lady Emma gave me did not specify the theme of this dinner, which is really pitiful, and I don't know if the lost children can be recovered"

Bruce served a drink from the tray in the hands of the squire passing by, a high-grade glass goblet containing an amber liquid, tiny bubbles floating on the surface, breaking a few at any moment and making a slight noise and spreading the aroma of a top-notch champagne.

Bruce shook the goblet in his hand slightly, and the amber champagne swayed slowly along the shape of the glass under the force. Depending on the angle, the surface of the glass reflects the surrounding environment like a brown mirror, and finally Bruce stops what he is doing:

"By the way, have you read the news lately?"

Hearing Bruce's question, Himmler instinctively asked rhetorically.

"What's the news?"

"A while ago, there was an incident about the rape and murder of several children"

Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly, and his thick eyelashes covered his steel-blue pupils, looking very casual.

“.... This.. When did this happen? Damn, I shouldn't just be watching political and economic news."

Himmler asked in shock, but Bruce didn't miss the flicker of his expression reflected on the surface of the glass.

"It's just the past six months, it's hard to believe that after half a year, our police don't even have a clue"

Bruce frowned, and with a very unhappy expression, he talked about the low efficiency of the Gotham Police Department.

"It's really bad news, I feel the need to talk to the MPs, we don't pay so much tax just to see them on TV all day"

"Mr. Himmler really likes children."

Bruce turned his head to look at the indignant man, with an angry expression and fierce words, and no one would doubt his anger at the moment.

"Of course, isn't Mr. Bruce too? You also adopted an orphan."

“...... Dick, you say? Yes, he was very cute, I just saw him at that time, he was so small, so helpless, his blue eyes were full of tears, it was really hard for people to let go of him"

The topic had been introduced into his sphere, and now he needed to start casting bait.

“...... Speaking of which, it seems that I have never seen you take him out of the theater on such an occasion?"

"Haha, after all, the child will grow up, and the days when he always followed his ass at that time were like yesterday, and now, it's like a rebellious teenager, but it's really a rebellious period, and he ran out to live"

Bruce said with a smile as he watched Himmler's expression.

“.... You seem to be very old."

"Maybe, but how to say that I raised a child"

“...... Mr. Bruce really likes to joke."

“... Sometimes, I wonder if I'm going to adopt one, and if so, this time I'm going to adopt a green-eyed child..."

“... Oh? Why not adopt one? ”

"Hmm... How can I say this, when the child is young, it is so cute...."

"Well, indeed"

"Soft, tiny, following you, looking up at you, and then looking at you with those big wet eyes and shouting 'Daddy' are angels, it's hard to refuse any of their requests"

Bruce observed Himmler's expression for a moment, and continued:

"But there is always a time when children grow up, that feeling..... It's hard to describe."

Bruce looked down at the swaying glass in his hand and said with a little regret.

“.... Indeed, children are so cute when they are young, and sometimes I really want to say that it would be nice if they didn't grow up."

Bruce stopped what he was doing, and through the glass in his hand, he could clearly see Himmler's expression staring at him.

The fish is hooked!

"It's true, sometimes I really hope they don't grow up!"

"Oh, gentlemen, the ball is about to begin, don't hide in a dark corner and discuss your trade secrets, the girls are waiting."

Lady Emma suddenly appeared, interrupting the conversation between the two men, and the dance party in the room had begun, and the girls began to search for their target for the night.

Gotham's richest man and rising stars in the IT world are naturally their coveted targets. But from the very beginning, the girls who had gathered together only dared to stand by and watch the two of them whisper, which was enough to show that Lady Emma was acting on the behalf.

“... So I'm honored to ask you to do a dance? ”

Bruce politely took Mrs. Emma's hand, he had something to be sure.

"Oh, hehe, that's my pleasure"

Instead of declining Bruce's invitation, Mrs. Emma took the hand that was reaching for her, and then walked to the dance floor under the jealous eyes of a group of young girls.

The richest man in Gotham already has a master, so the IT star has become a target for the girls.

Bruce danced with Lady Emma while keeping an eye on Himmler's side.

"I think I just heard you say something about a green-eyed child."

Lady Emma's voice came from Bruce's arms.

"What?"

Bruce lowered his head in surprise, and was surprised to see that Lady Emma's face had lost its gentle smile, and the serious expression made almost every wrinkle on her face sharpen, and the gaze in her cloudy eyes looked straight into Bruce's eyes like two sharp blades.

Although Bruce guessed that maybe Mrs. Emma had some misunderstanding about him, .......

“.... Of course, of all the eye colors, I do like green the most, especially the color like the transparent green jade, just like yours."

Hearing Bruce say this, Mrs. Emma politely left to entertain the other guests after finishing the song, looking at the back of Mrs. Emma's departure, Bruce rubbed his head with a headache:

“.... I hope that after this incident, I won't be on Mrs. Emma's blacklist."