Money is no longer in danger.

Indeed, he found the beggar in the same place again. She was still wrapped tightly in the quilt, shivering in the cold and humid air of Gotham night. The umbrella that Schiller had given him was also missing.

Batman handed him the money and told him in a low voice: "There are no gangs in this neighborhood anymore, you are safe."

The beggar looked up tremblingly, but Batman didn't see a trace of gratitude in his eyes. He found to his disbelief that the beggar stared at him with only hatred.

"Don't you feel happy?" Batman asked.

"Of course he doesn't." A familiar voice came from above Batman's head. Schiller stood on the balcony above the beggar, looking down at Batman from the second floor.

"Because of the existence of the Shuigou Gang, the nightclub has a steady stream of customers every day. Some customers will take the food in their hands. When they only have a little to eat, they will throw it on the roadside, so that beggars will

You can pick it up and continue eating."

"But now without the Shuigou Gang, the nightclub cannot continue to operate. No customers come, which means there is no food."

"But a few hundred dollars is enough for him..."

"Yes, you have the best medical system in Gotham, with private doctors and family health consultants. You haven't experienced a few colds and fevers, and you don't know what it would be like to be so cold that you can't stand up.

What kind of feeling.”

"In your imagination, he could go to the nearest supermarket with a few hundred dollars, buy enough daily necessities, and maybe find a hotel to stay for a few nights, and then cure his illness..." Schiller dragged out

After a long tone, he continued:

"But it's a pity that he couldn't even take the first step."

Batman knelt down and pulled off the quilt at the beggar's feet, and found that her entire lower limbs were blue and blue from the cold. It had been raining in Gotham City for several days, and her legs were soaked in water and were swollen to the point of being swollen.

Batman is proficient in the theory of surgery, and he knows that even in Gotham's best hospital, such a lower limb can only be treated by amputation.

He was completely silent. Looking at the many dollar bills that the beggar did not hold in his hands, but let them fall randomly on the ground, he felt an unbelievable absurdity, a shame that made him suffocate.

He suddenly felt that many negative emotions swallowed up his heart irresistibly, making him want to roar. Batman felt that he had never been so out of control like tonight. He stood up and staggered back.

He took a few steps and then fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!