Spent two hundred dollars to eat an absolutely sumptuous meal, Dante wiped his mouth with satisfaction, the price of goods in China is really fantastic, three tables of food, it is so cheap!

Bruce followed behind Dante and looked at the future master in front of him with admiration, this master is not only ridiculously strong in martial arts, but also proficient in all eighteen weapons, and his personality is so good, even when he eats, he has such a domineering performance!

Three tables of food, I only ate a total of seven bites!

"Bruce, I'm going to go to Gotham next, Rayyogu's goal is the target of the demon Mephisto, and Mephisto is my target!" Dante looked at the bus in front of him, he would have to take a seven-hour bus ride before he could get to the nearest airport: "It seems that we are going to experience the feeling of a highland bus!"

Bruce shook his head.

"Master!" he said, "We don't need this, I feel that now is the time for me to connect with my family, Gotham is facing a threat from the Shadow Warriors Alliance or even worse, Gotham needs me!"

"You mean, you have what it takes to get a plane?" Dante looked at Bruce in surprise: "China's flight restrictions are quite serious!"

"Believe me, my family has been trading with China for 40 years, and it will not be difficult to apply for a route!"

Bruce was very confident, Dante had to agree with Bruce's statement, and took him to the phone booth to make a call, Dante's phone was still there, but Dante didn't want to use the phone anymore when he thought that he had used this phone to talk to the designer in Bobbi's disguise, because it might be monitored, or rather, it would definitely be monitored or even located! Since Bruce had a way to go back to Gotham, Dante casually left the phone on the side of the road.

Gotham City, Wayne Mansion, Alfred patrols up and down as usual, it has been sealed since twenty years ago, all the furniture and artwork are covered with a white cloth, and even if Alfred still lives here, he only has a small room open to himself.

Fifty-seven years ago, Alfred was born here, he was raised by Wayne Sr., and when he became an adult, Alfred watched Wayne Sr. die, and he became the butler of young Thomas Wayne, who was Bruce's father.

Bruce's father and the old Wayne's habits are completely different, he doesn't like money, he doesn't like power, he even handed over the entire Wayne group to someone else to manage, and he himself opened a hospital near the downtown area, that is, near the slums, Thomas Wayne is an excellent doctor, he may not have the world's best medical technology, but he may have the world's best kindness!

Alfred reached out and stroked the photo on the wall, even if the photo was covered with a white cloth, Alfred knew that it was a portrait of Thomas, and tears slowly oozed from his eyes, sir, I was derelict in my duty, I failed to take care of your son, I failed to protect Bruce!

No one could have imagined how sad Alfred would be when he received the news of Lord Wayne's death twenty-one years ago, just as no one knew how heartbroken Bruce Wayne had been when he mysteriously disappeared seven years ago!

In the past seven years, there have always been people muttering about Alfred behind their backs, speculating about Alfred's persistence in his life with his cunning heart.

"That old Al, look, the entire Wayne family is his!"

"I bet this old guy must have done Bruce Wayne's disappearance!"

"What's missing, it's clearly dead, now the Wayne family has no heir, this old man is the person who has stayed in the Wayne family for the longest time, I heard that when Bruce was a child, his shares and property were entrusted to this old guy, God, don't talk about the shares of the Wayne Group, even if it's just the old house of the Wayne family, the house and the artwork in it can be worth billions of dollars!"

"Shit! billions, tens of billions, the Wayne family has lived here for hundreds of years, and it is said that their toilets are used by the Queen of England!"

Statements like this began to circulate when Alfred fired all the servants, and since Bruce's disappearance, Bruce Wayne has been missing for seven years, and if Alfred hadn't learned from a homeless man that Bruce left on his own initiative and not been kidnapped, he would have collapsed.

It's just that it's been seven years, when will Bruce come back, the Wayne family needs a real heir, not an old man like me!

Twenty-one years ago, Bruce was seven years old, he was still a child, but, until now, Bruce is twenty-eight years old, why is he still like a child, how long does it take him to grow up!

Alfred repeats this exclamation countless times a day, but perhaps God today favors him extraordinarily, no, not God, it is Dante who favors him!

Because, the phone in the old house is ringing!

Alfred heard the ancient phone for the first time, God, the number of this phone is only known to the people of the Wayne family, except for Bruce, only he knows this number, in addition, even if all the servants of the Wayne family do not know, only Bruce can get through this phone at this time!

Alfred picked up the microphone like a charge, and the tusks felt extra warm.

"Alfred, I'm Bruce!" a mature voice came over the phone, which made Alfred ecstatic.

"Where are you, what do you need me to do, young master!"

Alfred had tears in his eyes, Bruce, he called!

"I'm in China, Tibet, Jilong, I need a plane, don't make too much noise, my master and I need this plane back to Gotham!"

"Two hours!" Alfred hurriedly promised, "Please wait two hours, I'll pick you up, I promise you and yours...... Master, you can have the most sumptuous dinner at home!"

"No, no!" Bruce hurriedly stopped Alfred's intentions: "I don't want others to know that I'm back, and I don't want others to know that I still have a master, Ah Fu, I'm sure you can do this!"

"I will, I will......!" Ah Fu listened to the phone and hung up, Ah Fu wiped his tears, his mouth was whispering: "I love you, my child!"

Alfred arranged everything in just half a minute, in recent years, the cooperation between the Wayne Group and China has become closer and closer, and China has also received some help from the Wayne family in the process of developing Tibet.

In Geeon City, Dante and Bruce finally got on a plane to Gotham City after two hours of hide-and-seek with the police.

Alfred did it perfectly, and after applying for a temporary route from the Chinese government, he sent not even the Wayne's own plane, but a plane owned by a famous American gangster who specializes in dealing with troubles for the rich.

The plane took off from Star City, which is closer to China than Gotham, and arrived in Tibet earlier than originally planned, and the decoration of the plane is not luxurious, but it has everything it should have.

As for secrecy, ha, there were only two pilots in black suits on the plane, and they flew the plane to Gotham without even confirming the identities of Bruce and Dante.

In their eyes, their task is to help two rich children who committed crimes in China return to the United States, that's all, as for who the rich children are, they don't care, can't care, and dare not care!

Dante looked at Bruce not far away.

"Looks like you're nervous and haven't been home in a long time?"

"Seven years!" replied Bruce.

"Seven years, that's a short time, I haven't been home for more than seven billion years!" said Dante, leaning back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head, closing his eyes, and saying pleasantly.

"When I get to Gotham, I'll find a quieter and more spacious place, and I'll train you when the time comes, your talent is really good, I think, we shouldn't waste it!"

"Master!"

"Don't call me Master!" Dante quickly interrupted him, "You will not be called my disciple until you can pick up my sword!"

"Well, I mean, Dante, can I call you that?"

"Nothing is impossible. ”

"Dante, I need your help, you heard, the Shadow Warriors Alliance is targeting Gotham, I don't know what they will do to Gotham, but that's definitely not a good thing, not to mention, they also colluded with a mysterious person named Mephisto!"

Bruce's expression was always anxious, he was worried.

Dante nodded.

"I don't need to help you, I'm just doing what I'm going to do, even if I go to Tibet, I'm just going to track the trajectory of the demonic invasion, since Gotham is their target, of course I will stay in Gotham to investigate their affairs!"

Dante's words calmed Bruce a lot, and in Bruce's eyes, Dante was simply a god, whether it was a war of three hundred or three, or the forty corpses when he woke up in the morning, it proved Dante's strength.

"I'm so lucky to have met you!" Bruce thought and couldn't help but sigh!

Dante smiled and then shook his head.

"Bruce, maybe you are the biggest takeaway from my trip!" Dante stretched out his finger and pointed at Bruce's forehead, where the finger touched the skin of his forehead was blooming with a warm silver light, Dante said softly: "Look at this light, this is the light of divinity, I have not yet recovered to the realm of gods, so, my eyes are not clear to see the soul that should be favored by the god of war, but my divinity spontaneously resonates with you, it recognizes you!"

The moment Dante's finger touched Bruce, Bruce's blood flowed uncontrollably at high speed, and he only felt a flame burning in his heart, that was bravery, that was fearlessness, that was the power that could burn all the fear and confusion in his heart!

"Are you a god!" Bruce muttered.

"Soon it will be!"

With that, Dante withdrew his hand and put it back behind his head.

"Cultivating with me may be very hard, you have to be prepared, and most importantly, I will only guide you, I will not supervise you, I will not tell you what to do in your ear like an old mother, so what you can get from me depends on your own determination!"

"I can!" Bruce gritted his teeth, his blood flow began to slow down, and he felt a little empty, as if something was missing from him when the divine light was gone.

"I mean, if I met your requirements meticulously, would I have the strength of yours?" Bruce looked at Dante expectantly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he was inexplicably a little sad, if he had Dante's skills back then, his parents would definitely still be alive in the world.

"Haha!" Dante laughed: "You actually want to have my current strength, what are you kidding, I'm so weak now that I even look down on myself, if you can really pull out my sword, you can have the potential to become a legend, and I will tell you about the division of power later!"

Dante reached out and patted Bruce on the head, and he looked at the young man seriously.

"You just need to know that now you and I are hovering in the most depressed stage of our lives, I have lost my past and strength, you have lost your future and direction!" Dante gently rubbed Bruce's head, which made Bruce a little depressed, he is not a child, he is twenty-eight, he has been an adult for a long time, but he asked himself, he did not alike this feeling.

"Fate made me find you in that ice-shrouded prison, and your life and mine will be changed by this, you will have the power you desire, and I, perhaps, will have one more god in the future!"

With that, Dante took his hand off Bruce's head, whose hair was oily to death.

And Bruce suddenly wanted that hand to be placed on top of his head again, after all, his father, who had the impression of omnipotence, also liked to rub his head in this way.

Bruce kept recalling in his mind, remembering the first time he looked at Dante, remembering Dante blocking the bullet for himself with the palm of his hand, remembering that Dante put his trench coat over himself while he was only wearing a shirt, remembering that Dante never gave up even in the face of avalanches and cliffs, remembering that Dante slit his wrists and fed his blood to himself!

Bruce struggled to suppress the doubts in his mind, he didn't understand why Dante was so good to him, he only knew that he met Dante when he had nothing, and Dante opened the door to a new world for him!

Just like my father!

But why would Dante, who kills people without blinking, be so fond of himself, Bruce doesn't believe God's words, he just thinks Dante is a mutant, and as for Dante who says he is not, drunk people will not admit that they are drunk either, will they?

The frenzy in Bruce's eyes slowly subsided, and he silently pondered, thinking about what he liked to pursue the most.

Cause!