Meanwhile, Los Angeles, on the street, evening time

Downtown Los Angeles at night is chaotic, glittering, and revelry, at least that's what Damian thinks.

Seeing that the night was already drinking, laughing like a fool, and being unusually noisy in the streets of the night market, Damien felt a little uncomfortable.

"I guess the nightlife in Gotham should be more chaotic than here..."

Xingle took Damian's small hand, shuttling through the crowd of people, while carefully guarding the package in his hand, as if it were something important, but Damian knew what was inside.

"I don't know, but when you go to a nightclub, are you sure it's okay to wear something like this?"

Damian tugged at his body, ordinary plainclothes shirts and coats, no legs or hands, even Xingle is like this, some of which don't fit his impression of nightclub play.

"We went there for business to discuss, do you think it's a carnival indulgence? Do you want to go to the beautiful crowd, twist a Yangge on the dance floor, and drink thousands of dollars of wine in the night sheng song? If you do, I don't need your dad to come, I'll beat your ass out first. ”

Xingle patted his cheap brother's head angrily, causing the latter to look at him dissatisfied, but there is one thing to say, Xingle is right, they are not here to play, they are here to find something, so they come here to trade.

It's just that the object of this transaction is a nightclub owner, and he is also an old friend of Xingle... According to Xingle's description, the friendship between him and this old friend has reached the level of helping the other party beat his father.

Although there are many slots, Damian wants to complain, but now Damian wants to be a beautiful man quietly, and see how this cheap brother in front of him is crazier than his own father.

"Are they indulgent?"

Damian pointed to a large propaganda screen on a building that was broadcasting live news, which reported that it was the city of Naxino, where the indexers who were performing live concerts, and the split bodies of the star music seemed to have been singing from morning to now, without stopping, and almost a large number of citizens gathered there, gathering to revel.

Don't their mouths be dry? Damian really wanted to ask.

"......" Xingle didn't want to answer this question, because in a sense, it was himself who was singing on it, as a tsundere person, how could he say it.

"Xingle, can I dance those dances?"

"You and I are fine, but... As long as it's not your dad's thick waist, it should be possible. ”

(Batman from afar: Ahhh Ahh Ahh!!h ）

After unconsciously arousing the unusual side of a certain night knight, Xingle looked over there again, there was a long queue to enter the high-end nightclub, especially above this nightclub, there was a high-rise building with a design style enough to show the local tyrant on it, and at the bottom, a few fluorescent lights, outlining a name, a store name - Light Bar (.x).

That old friend of Xingle is inside, and he is also the owner of this light bar.

And Xingle, as if he was sorting out his clothes, held the package in his hand, took Damian's little hand, and walked over calmly, and walked directly to the entrance without waiting in a long line.

"Don't stand in line?"

"A way, without queuing, can also let him come out to see me." Xingle just said this, and then pulled Damian to the door, but was simply stopped by the ticket inspector dressed in Gothic style.

"I'm sorry, minors can't go in."

That's right, blatantly let a child under the age of sixteen and a child who doesn't even know if there is even a twelve-year-old inside, unless their brains are eaten by dogs.

Of course, it is also possible that what they have in front of them is really two canines.

Xingle pointed at Damian with a natural face, and said to the ticket inspector:

"Lao Jia, this is your boss's biological son who doesn't know, I'm here to bring him to recognize his relatives."

“！？”

Well, the man who checked the ticket was stunned, Damian looked at Xingle with '' eyes, and Xingle's face was called natural, I couldn't tell if this guy's heartbeat was accelerating and blushing, it was really... You fucking even say that!?

Damian immediately wanted to beat Xingle up, but before he could make a move, Xingle grabbed Damien's little face with one hand, waved it like a doll, and said:

"Look at this little face, blue eyes, black hair, and a little face full of peach blossoms, no matter how you look at it, it's your boss."

The most terrible thing about "......" is that the ticket inspector in front of him actually began to think, especially after comparing it with his boss's face, he became more and more sure that what Xingle said was true, and then said:

"Uh... Wait a minute, I'll go talk to my boss. ”

really went in, and this time he entered, Damian decisively slapped Xingle's hand holding his little face, and said to the dog in a cold voice:

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

"I don't want to die." Xingle Dog, please be a person.

"Last words, that's all?" Damian now wanted to pull out the wooden knife he was hiding on his body and give Xingle a scoop, because this was the most merciful method, and if his real father knew about it, Xingle would lose a layer of skin if he didn't die.

So Damien really thinks that ending Xingle's sinful life like this is a 'very good and benevolent' thing, so please leave it to yourself.

"But then, I won't see Lucy Thaksin's really panicked expression." ... He actually showed a look of pity, and Damian really felt that his veins were being provoked and agitated.

And sure enough, a figure walked out in stride, under the leadership of the little brother who checked the votes, looked at the long queue at the door, and said somewhat angrily:

"What little bunny dares to lie about me Lucifer. Morning Star (-star) children!! ”

"The one who hit your dad, is that okay?"

This sound made this figure, it should be said that it was a somewhat coquettish and elegant man, turned around and saw Xingle beside Damien, and the moment they looked at each other, the two bad guys laughed in unison.

"Oh~! Han! My good friend!! ”

The man who was originally angry because of some kind of funny joke, when he saw Xingle, he forgot about the clumsy joke, and only the joy of meeting his best friend remained.

And Damian finally saw the appearance of the man in front of him clearly.

There is a sense of beauty of an English gentleman, a blue suit that looks very expensive, lined on his body, which does not live up to the trust to match a sense of elegance, and the man's every move has an inexplicable sense of evil, like... Literally, the demon who seduces sin sin is as sweet as the angel who has fallen into the mortal world.

Like a real English gentleman, the man's face is very beautiful, with black hair combed out of a big back, masculine and feminine at the same time, the white man's face seems to have added a little bit of scum, but it seems to have a lot more man's breath, and at the same time gives people a feeling that even in the dark hell, this man can bring shine like the morning light.

And in the eyes of such a man, there is a darkness, if such eyes appear in heaven and heaven, I am afraid that he will be expelled immediately.

Such a man appeared in front of Xingle and Damien like this, and he was also in the limelight.

"I haven't seen you in a while, Luci!"

Xingle also smiled as a thief, but his eyes were more of joy for this friend, as for the age he looked... There is a saying that goes, forget the old man.

The two hugged each other amicably, and then hooked their shoulders like brothers, and Xingle couldn't help but ask evilly:

"How? The feeling of being deceived by my words, convinced? ”

"That's you? Oh~ You little liar, you really almost scared my brain out, hahaha. ”

Very good, a man with a taste for friends who is about the same as Han Xingle, and he has an extraordinary sense of humor, that's the name...

Lucifer. Morningstar, this name can be called a stage name in a sense, Damian can't help but think so, and, the name... actually used the name of a demon, and I can really only say that this person's taste in naming is the same as Xingle's bad taste.

"Lucy, I'll introduce you, my brother, Damian, and look how much this kid resembles yours."

Xingle laughed as he pulled Damian past him, and the three of them walked into the space where the lights were red and green, the music made people dance, and men and women swayed freely.

"Dude, find a way to keep your mouth shut before I really plan to kill you."

Damian, who had been teased too much, replied a little irritablely, especially by the sharp weapon that was unusually stung by the two mouths.

"Sorry, I know it's a bit messy, but try it, or you'll be blindfolded in the future."

Xingle walked Damian through the cramped and congested crowd of revelry, saying that this was a necessary lesson for Damian, dealing with certain dark sides as allies, and you had to learn to blend in with them without falling for them.

And for Xingle, it's called 'Lucifer. The Morning Star's friends are the Morning Star that will never stop twinkling when it has fallen into hell.

Coming to the bar with Lucifer, Xingle glanced at it and couldn't help asking:

"Where's Maz?"

"Matz? Oh! I forgot to tell you, that little devil went to be a bounty hunter, the deadly kind. ”

Looking at Lucifer's ridiculous face, Xingle couldn't help but wonder, the bounty hunter is similar in nature to his own private detective, but Maz she... Observe three seconds of silence for the prey she has targeted.

"Very well, good friend, what is there that you want to give me for safekeeping? As I would like to mention, I don't have a lot of dangerous items lately. ”

Lucifer, who had taken a glass of wine from the bartender, said......