American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The degenerate youth was already drunk, but he was still quite sensitive to money.

He immediately lowered his head, scooped up the money, and stuffed it into his pocket, without even glancing at Qi Shan, let alone thanking him.

Qi Shan smiled slightly, not minding at all.

After all, this was Gotham, a symbol of darkness and chaos, like the territory of the Dark Elves, with its own order and rules of survival.

But his purpose had been achieved.

A wisp of shadow, like a tentacle, stretched from the degenerate youth's ankle all the way into his pocket.

Qi Shan gently opened his right hand, and a mass of dark shadow transformed into a worn-out wallet.

The Shadow Mage's ability was quite useful after all.

Qi Shan's lips curled up, and he quickly flipped through it, taking out the driver's license and all the banknotes, then put the wallet back where it was.

Sure enough, this kid named James Robert was a typical unemployed American youth, daring to spend money in a bar with less than $200 in his wallet.

However, judging from his driver's license, this kid used to be quite decent-looking, not exactly handsome, but passable.

But now he had ruined himself beyond recognition.

The fat uncle quickly brought the food over.

"Come over and chat for a while, Rod, I'll buy you a drink!"

Qi Shan called out, and without waiting for the other party to refuse, he waved to the fat aunt and threw a hundred-dollar bill on the bar.

"Sarah, give me two glasses of the best whiskey, no ice, please!"

The fat aunt looked at Qi Shan strangely, but since there was money to be made, she didn't say much, turned around, and took a bottle of wine from the highest shelf, pouring two half-glasses.

The fat uncle picked up a glass and took a gulp.

"It's been a long time since I've seen someone like you, buying a drink for someone you've just met, it feels like a nightclub in Metropolis, too bad I'm not a beauty!"

"You've been to Metropolis? Did you see Superman? He's my idol!" Qi Shan said with a smile.

"He used to be my idol too, but after he and the aliens demolished half of Metropolis, he stopped being one." The fat uncle shook his head, a hint of sarcasm appearing on his round face.

He was clearly quite dissatisfied with the super destruction caused by the so-called superheroes.

Qi Shan's heart stirred slightly, he picked up his glass, gestured to the fat uncle, and took a light sip.

"Are you here in Gotham for tourism?" the fat uncle asked.

"Actually, I'm here to follow stars." Qi Shan smiled and said, "I've never been here before, I've only seen introductions to Gotham in newspapers and news reports, with various forces appearing on stage for decades, it seems very lively. I've always felt that there's a unique charm here that attracts me. Now that I finally have the opportunity to come out, I naturally want to come here and see."

The fat uncle was slightly stunned, looked at Qi Shan carefully for the first time, and shook his head, saying, "Young people think too simply, dreams don't exist in Gotham. Whether good or bad, it will turn into the worst."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was kicked open.

Two somewhat flustered clumsy thieves barged in, holding two short guns in their hands, the muzzles pointed directly at the fat aunt behind the counter.

The two clumsy thieves were obviously startled, one of them pointed the gun over and shouted: "Shut your mouth. There are no Phils and Russells here, only the Red Heart Mask Robbery Gang.

Take out all the money and put it on the bar!"

"And you and you!"

He pointed the gun at Qi Shan and the man and woman who had been sitting in the corner talking.

As for the degenerate youth, seeing him slumped on the bar, the robbers knew he had no money on him and ignored him completely.

Qi Shan took a special look at the mask, it did have a red heart drawn on it, but looking at the crooked lines, it should be that these two kids stole a tube of lipstick from somewhere and casually drew a pattern on the mask.

The fat uncle shook his head helplessly and whispered to Qi Shan: "See, this is Gotham."

With a crash, Aunt Wang slammed the huge cash box on the bar, then took two steps back expressionlessly, crossed her arms, leaned against the liquor shelf, and leisurely watched the clumsy thieves gather around, desperately stuffing the change into their pockets.

The two people looked flustered, there were only five people in the room, and they didn't know who to point the gun at.

Clearly, it was their first time and they had no experience.

Qi Shan's lips curled slightly.

Perhaps starting with them wouldn't be bad.

He gently hooked his right thumb upwards, and the shadow quietly spread over, the tip splitting into four strands, just as it wrapped around the ankles of the two, the man and woman sitting in the corner suddenly stood up.

The man walked straight out expressionlessly, and the woman threw down a 20-dollar bill and followed closely behind.

They were completely indifferent to the gun, clearly not taking them seriously.

"You two idiots didn't see that we're robbing?"

The two's attitude directly angered one of the clumsy thieves, he rushed up and pointed the gun directly at the man's head, seemingly preparing to shoot him.

"Now put your hands up and kneel on the ground..."

Before he could finish speaking, the woman raised her leg high and kicked the clumsy thief in the chin.

The slender high heel was sharper than a knife under strong pressure, and it pierced into his oral cavity from his jaw at once.

The woman retracted her move, and a stream of blood spurted out.

The clumsy thief widened his eyes and screamed, spewing blood everywhere, instinctively covering his neck with his hands, the gun had long been thrown somewhere.

The other clumsy thief was stunned for a moment after seeing his companion injured, but actually chose to continue stuffing money into his pocket.

The two of them never changed their pace from beginning to end, killing the clumsy thief with one move and walking straight out.

At this time, the fat aunt had walked behind the other clumsy thief at some point, grabbed the iron bucket for ice cubes and smashed it hard on his head, and with a bang, the clumsy thief fell to the ground.

Perhaps the sound was too loud, waking up the degenerate youth, he turned his head and glanced, and found that there were two more people on the ground, one of whom was tightly covering his neck with his hands, constantly spewing blood, looking quite terrifying.

But the degenerate youth didn't react at all, just glanced at it indifferently, and then slumped on the table again.

Qi Shan watched the departing man and woman with interest, and suddenly became a little interested in these two people.

But there was no hurry, there would be opportunities to contact them sooner or later, he should take the current step well first, and find a place to stay.

The fat uncle screamed: "Oh! Damn! I just cleaned up the place at noon today! Phil, you idiot, can't you cover your wound tighter, the blood is flowing all over the place, there's a hygiene inspection tonight!"

He jumped up like he had been bitten by a rabbit and rushed to the utility room.

Qi Shan was speechless.