Night shrouded White Manor on the outskirts of Star City, black cars drove through the long boulevards, the snow-bright headlights swept like sharp swords, and the metal gates that stood in the darkness quietly opened as if they had received a signal.

Leo leaned in the back seat of the car, looking at the huge building in the night, a Tudor-style palace, with undulating surfaces and beautiful carved decorations.

Surrounded by well-tended horticultural flowers, patchwork of shrubs and trees, a winding path leads to a huge mansion that stands majestically.

This is White Manor, one of the centers of power in Star City.

Everyone knows that this wealthy family, famous for its lion badge, rose to prominence during the Mexican-American War and was the first to make a fortune in the later gold rush era.

They may not be the most powerful people in Star City, nor the richest people, but when it comes to influence and connections, no one can compare to White, an ancient surname.

"Mr. White, dinner is ready."

An elderly man in a black tuxedo pulls open the car door.

He had neatly combed gray hair, a handmade gown that was neatly ironed like new, and a straight waist that was slightly curved.

Pierponte, a loyal steward who has served the White family for two generations.

Leo, on the other hand, was the third master that the old butler had to serve.

"Thank you, Pierponte."

The smile on Leo's face was much more vivid, and he strode into the interior of the manor, a thick and quaint mansion with traces of the Renaissance everywhere.

Symmetrical carved accessories, large oil paintings in bright colors, delicate silver candlesticks, etc., it can be seen that the original owner of the estate was an art lover with retro feelings.

"To be honest Pierponte, I'm not a gourmand like my father, a fine and decent French meal that takes me at least two to three hours, from appetizers and cold cuts, then soup and fish, vegetables and desserts, and finally coffee and fruit...... Rather than using it to show off my taste, I'd rather go straight to a Big Mac burger. ”

Leo sat down at the long dining table and smiled helplessly.

He doesn't love French cuisine, which strives for delicacy in both sight and taste, and if he could, he would prefer to replace the French chef hired in the manor with a top chef who is proficient in the eight cuisines of the Celestial Empire.

Enjoying foie gras, lobster and roasted game is a ritual but a waste of time.

And, most critically......

There is no such thing as enjoying the food.

"I'm sorry, I thought you'd go the same way you lived before, after all, you behaved very well in front of old Mr. White."

The old butler Pierpont bowed slightly, and with a wave of his hand, he let people remove the French feast, which was more than delicate and not enough to fill.

"I can try to be a gentleman according to my father's teachings, but this kind of old aristocratic style is still exempt."

Leo shrugged, picked up the only glass of red wine that hadn't been taken, took a sip, and put it down.

"All I need is a salt-and-pepper veal steak and vegetable soup."

Pierpont was as good as a stream, and the young man in front of him was now at the helm of the White family.

He will take over all the family business, enter high society under White's surname, and mingle with the powerful and rich of those capital groups, talking and laughing.

Even Oliver Quinn, the son of Star City five years ago, can only be overshadowed in front of Leo.

A playboy who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it will never have any other role than to become a boring conversation among the people of Star City after dinner.

"You shouldn't arrest Uncle Anthony's mistress and illegitimate child, violence and coercion are often the worst tactics when there is no way to do it."

Leo enjoyed the golden and crispy, tender veal steak as he wished, and he picked up his knife and fork and looked up at the old butler standing beside him.

If such a kidnapping threat was to be done, Leo would not have to wait for Pierpont to make a move, he would have done it himself.

The White family is not an underworld group, and it is far from necessary to go to such great lengths to get rid of Tony in peace, liaise with several powerful uncles, meet with congressmen and dignitaries who have had personal friendships with their fathers, or cooperate with the Quinn and Merlin families.

As long as he is based at the top and holds the real power within the family, Anthony is just a clown.

"I really didn't think about it, and it was so arrogant that it almost blew you on the disgrace."

Pierpont bowed his head in shame, he underestimated Leo's drastic methods.

After his father was shot and killed, the young man did not panic and was in a state of confusion.

On the contrary, after rushing back to Star City from the metropolis, Leo quickly sorted out the general context of the whole matter, and then figured out the best way to deal with it.

An Anthony who colludes with local gangsters is not enough to be overly jealous in the face of the combined forces of politics and capital behind the White family.

"No apologies, Pierponte. You're just trying to protect me, poor boy who just lost his father. ”

Leo finished his dinner quickly and efficiently, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

He stood up, a head taller than the old butler, who had a straight waist.

Stretching out his hands and gently embracing Pierponte, Leo's grim face, which was rarely emotionally exposed, appeared with a faint smile.

"I remember sitting on your shoulder, walking all over White Manor, and the first time I learned fencing and boxing, and you rubbed potions for me...... Pierponte, thank you for your company. ”

Leo's voice was slightly hoarse, even after twenty years in this world, the loneliness and insecurity in his heart had never been eliminated.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, Mr. White."

The wrinkles on the old butler's face huddled together and smiled with satisfaction.

"It's better to call me Little Leo or Young Master Leo as before."

Leo let go of his hand, and his voice returned to a calm state.

"It's different now, you've inherited everything from the White family, and you're no longer a child. You are Mr. Leo White, the big man of the city. ”

Pierpont's expression became serious, and he was stubbornly reluctant to change his title.

"Alright then, now the big man in Star City is going to sleep."

Leo smiled self-deprecatingly and walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Good night, good dreams. Mr. White. ”

Pierpont is still slightly bowed, as he has done for decades.

After a long time, the lights in the manor gradually went out.

…………

Leo came out of the bathroom in his dressing gown, stood in front of the windowsill with his arms crossed, and then glanced at the time.

"Oliver Quinn is back...... Does this also mean that Green Arrow is about to be born? ”

In the cold night breeze, Leo's whisper echoed.

Outside the window, it was dark and silent.

"Why am I here?"

Leo's mind once again popped up with this unanswered question.

Gotham exists in this world, and although Batman's name has not yet been circulated, it is already a famous Sin City.

Bruce Wayne, who, like Leo, was considered to have been born with a golden spoon in his mouth, is said to have disappeared for a long time.

Leo himself completed his studies at the Met, and the name Lex Luthor was already prominent in the financial sector.

As for the well-known Planet Daily, a young female journalist, Louise Lane, also started her career.

A little further afield, there are Midtown, Seaside City, those superheroes have not yet risen, and the world is in the cradle of calm.

"Even if it's a crossing, going to the next set is in line with the mainstream, at least it's not so dark there."

Leo shook his head, a wry smile on his face.

The information he could investigate all indicated that the world he had come to was a terrible place full of dangers in the future.

Although Leo is not a loyal fan of American comics, thanks to superhero film and television dramas, he probably knows what Gotham and Metropolis represent.

And Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor, these names, even if not well understood, have also heard a little.

The former is the future Batman, and the latter is Superman's nemesis.

"I don't know if she'll be online today, it's been two months since I was last contacted."

Leo was thinking when he heard the pendulum clock ringing in the hall downstairs.

It's twelve o'clock, and midnight has come.

He turned back to his desk, touched a dark compartment underneath, and activated it gently.

The brown-red table, piled high with books of all kinds, made a slight snapping sound of parts, turning into a workbench like a mechanism.

An antique square computer slowly rises below, with a pale green fluorescence appearing on the screen, and a large amount of data is refreshed like a waterfall.

Moments later, a chat room pops up.

"Leo, how did you use that little thing?"

This is the latest message with the ID "Phoenix".

The displayed time is half an hour ago.

It's not too late, it should still be online. Leo flashed through the thought.

"Thank you, Chloe, I love this 'Golden Cane'."

With a smile on his lips, he typed this line into the input box.