American comics: Starting in Arkham, a system-based Batman

Chapter 18 Hahahaha, I'm not crazy

Zheng En rushed into the carriage, and the security personnel followed closely behind, stepping over the turnstile, but the door was already half closed, and he couldn't make it in time.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

The crowd, drawn by the noise and the sights, cheered. The sounds of people in the passageway and the carriages mingled, momentarily drowning out the sound of the subway starting up.

The security personnel who were reluctant to leave were left behind as the subway roared away.

Everyone was happy to see him humiliated. Some raised their arms, some clapped, and an unfamiliar white man raised his hand in front of Zheng En, making a gesture to give her a high five.

"Snapped!"

Upon receiving a response, he grinned and yelled, "I knew you could do it, man!"

Zheng En, who was bent over, looked up and smiled at him, her face showing a hint of fatigue.

The carriage was filled with all sorts of people, a mixture of strong body odor, sweat, and various perfumes.

Well-dressed gangsters, shirtless teenagers with tattoos, gender-blind non-mainstream individuals with heavy makeup, drug addicts with dark, gray, or pale faces, and listless office workers...

Some people were picking their toes with their legs crossed, while others had their pants down and were squatting in a corner, seemingly up to no good.

Some people held a small bottle to their mouth and nose and laughed with ecstasy; others smoked five cigarettes in one go, drank a bottle of juice, and then exhaled, but the cigarette was still burning.

The enclosed space was a den of hidden talents, practically a breeding ground for poison.

Zheng En's face turned pale, mainly because he was a living person who was almost dead.

He ran in just now, and before he knew it, he took a deep breath, his cough sounding particularly weak amidst the cheers.

Seeing this scene, he could only laugh: Gothamites, you're in such good spirits.

Regardless of whether you are a gangster, a thug, a thief, a mentally ill person, or a homeless person, everyone can reach a consensus in certain areas.

"To be applauded by all these people at the same time, isn't that an honor!" he thought to himself, going crazy.

Batman, forced to communicate: "Get some rest tonight. You don't look too well."

Jung Eun: "Hahahaha, I'm not crazy."

Jung Eun: "...It's just that I felt a bit oxygen-deprived after holding my breath for so long."

As soon as the carriage door opened, he quickly stepped out of the station, took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, feeling as if he had been given a second chance at life.

The smell of car exhaust and industrial fumes is still sweeter.

Jason emerged from the crowd behind him, asking, "Are you alright?"

He had noticed that Zheng En's complexion wasn't good, and he was afraid that the other person would faint on the subway. If that happened, he would be attacked by gangsters, thugs, thieves, mentally ill people, homeless people, or something like that, and his wallet and dung would be gone. He, a child, would just be left standing there helplessly.

Jason was puzzled. "You were able to take down a robber yesterday, why do you look so weak today?"

Zheng En felt like vomiting blood upon hearing this. "Can the combat mode be the same as the continuous health reduction debuff applied by the battlefield?"

The former at least had a physical body, so he could use his skills to deal with it. The latter relied purely on his physical strength to tough it out. Before he transmigrated, he was just a fragile college student who would be unemployed immediately after graduation. He had no way of having the magic resistance that a pure-blooded Gothamite had accumulated over time.

Even with the Speed ​​Force, the Flash was forced to slow down and cough by the polluted air just passing by. It's already impressive that he survived.

Jason didn't understand what Zheng En was saying; the homeless children in Crime Alley didn't have the opportunity to access the game.

If he didn't understand, he pretended not to hear and led Zheng En towards an area not far away where a large number of low-rise buildings were clustered.

The buildings here are very similar to the ones Jung Eun saw when she drove in last night, but they are not as dilapidated, just a bit older.

"This is the best apartment I could find."

On the way, Jason explained to Zheng En, "You're from out of town, and without a reliable guarantor, the number of houses you can rent is limited. This is already the best you can find."

"In the East District, these apartment complexes are all protected by gangs. They divide the area into zones, and the more powerful the gang, the less likely anyone will dare to cause trouble in the apartments under their jurisdiction, and the lower the probability of encountering robbery or theft."

He spoke with great confidence, "This area is under the control of Maroney. His family is one of the top gangs in Gotham. Although they can't compare to the Romans, it will still take me a lot of effort to help you rent a place here."

Zheng En thought Jason would take him to an agency, but the kid took the job himself.

He couldn't help but question, "Is your source reliable?"

It wasn't that he was being difficult; it was mainly because Jason was too young, only eight or nine years old, which wasn't even considered a big kid among Gotham's homeless children.

Even if the other party is a true Gotham native, they still haven't finished absorbing all the experience points they should have gained.

"Don't underestimate the homeless kids in the East Side. We can do just as much as the adults." Jason puffed out his chest. "Don't worry, my family used to live in an apartment too. Even though we stopped living there, we still maintain some contact with the landlord."

"Yesterday I went to see the landlady I know and told her that something had happened to my father's relatives and they were planning to move to the East District. Only then did she agree to help me find a place."

He instructed, "If anyone asks, just say you're my distant cousin Jean. Don't let it slip."

When a homeless child suddenly gains relatives, he is bound to be questioned. After all, if something happens and the matter is traced back, those who are not to be blamed will be the ones who suffer.

At this point, Jason warned Zheng En, "You'd better not cause any trouble. The gangsters won't let this go, and I'll get dragged into it too."

People from Gotham are generally wary and suspicious, and he is no exception. Bringing up the name of the mob is a warning to Jung Eun.

Making a good living in this city is not easy. Jason is not a bad guy, but he doesn't have much kindness to show to outsiders either.

He wouldn't have risked acting as guarantor for one of the homeless children he lived with if it weren't for the fact that one of them was sick and needed a lot of money for medicine.

Zheng En understood Jason's concerns and assured him that he would never implicate the other party.

But it didn't mention not causing trouble.

Because we've already provoked them.

Jason only got another landlord's contact information from the landlady, and he didn't intend to share it with Jung Eun. "Your face is too obvious. Wait here for a bit, I'll go get the keys from them."

Zheng En nodded. Jason had told him all of this beforehand. He was an outsider and didn't have a reliable guarantor, so he couldn't even choose a house in the East District.

Even with Jason's help, there are still some pitfalls he might not be able to avoid.

"The child is still young. If it were a fully grown Red Hood, who would dare to cheat him?"

While waiting for Jason, Jung Eun stood downstairs and looked around.

There are many exposed water pipes and protruding window sills on the walls, with large trash cans scattered underneath, bags of garbage piled up like small mountains, while some areas appear rather empty.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that a homeless person was huddled inside.