Chapter 2301: Cat Getan Music Festival (49)

Bat-Bane looked at Bruce with some surprise. Bruce was standing at the stairwell going down, beckoning to Bat-Bane.

Bat-Bane pressed the wound that had just burst open, but found that the blood had almost coagulated and it wasn't very painful, so he walked toward Bruce.

"Didn't you bring equipment?" Bruce asked.

"I brought it, but not much, and everything that needs remote control and communication functions can't be used." Bat-Bane sighed and said, "There is a special magnetic field on this ship that interferes with the signal."

"You should learn more from that Batman." Bruce said, "Many times, old-fashioned equipment will come in handy in this situation."

Bat-Bane didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in Bruce's words, but said seriously, "I haven't been Batman for long, and all my equipment is still undergoing a round of practical tests. It was enough to use in Cat Getan City, but obviously, I have more trouble now than before."

"Is your equipment made by yourself?"

"Not entirely. I have a scientific team." Bat-Bane adjusted his collar and said, "Usually, they work for Wei En Enterprises, but I have a good relationship with them, and occasionally they help me out."

"That's best. Have you considered finding an assistant?"

Bat-Bane paused his steps, looked at Bruce, and said, "Listening to you, it seems you have some recommendations?"

"I'm going on a business trip for a while. My other children are fine, but my daughter is too young, and it won't work without someone to take care of her."

"Oh, how old is your daughter?"

"Almost 7 years old." Bruce said, "You've seen her before."

"She looks smaller than that, but she's still quite cute. I don't have experience in taking care of children, but if you really need it, I will hire a professional nanny team for her."

"That's unnecessary. Just hire someone to watch her. Alfred is best. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Bat-Bane gave an awkward "uh," Bruce looked back at him, and suddenly Bat-Bane reacted and said, "This isn't the time to talk about this, right? What's going on with Schiller?"

"What do you mean?"

"Everything. Why did he lose control? Why does he attack everyone he sees? And why is he so much stronger than when we met last time?"

"You most want to ask the last question, right?"

Bat-Bane nodded.

"Don't worry, let's find a place to sit down and talk."

Bat-Bane discovered that in the process of chatting with Bruce, they had already walked down two floors of the staff passage, and they were on the first floor before, but now they were obviously in the cargo hold below the deck.

Sure enough, after leaving the staff passage, the corridor here was much narrower, with small doors on both sides, which looked like staff dormitories. After walking in and turning a corner, opening the door, it was a relatively spacious staff lounge.

Bat-Bane was surprised to find that there were already three people here, two black men and one white man, and they didn't look like the kind of people Bruce Wei En would know.

"Let me introduce." Bruce walked up and pointed at them with his finger, saying, "This is Tupac, this is Christopher, and this one is Eminem. These two are from the West Coast, and this one is from the East Coast, like me."

Bat-Bane was a little dazed. What East Coast, West Coast? Usually, when introducing others, don't you say which state they are from? And what are these three people doing? They don't look like they can fight.

"Um, hello." Out of politeness, Bat-Bane shook hands with them one by one.

Bruce spread his arms and said, "As you can see, we've set up a rap club here, a small gathering for now. The atmosphere is pretty good, right?"

Bat-Bane inhaled sharply.

"You mean, now the whole ship has lost power, the ship can't start, a super serial killer is wandering above our heads, hundreds of people are trapped in the cabin on the second floor, drug dealers and FBI agents are eyeing us, and you are hiding here with three rappers to make music？？？"

"It's never too late to make music." Bruce walked over and sat down next to the three, looking at Bat-Bane and saying, "Now we invite you to join. What do you think?"

Bat-Bane covered his eyes.

Through horizontal comparison in the Battleworld, Bat-Bane was clear that he was the weaker kind among Batmen, mainly because his mind wasn't entirely focused on being Batman. Most of the time, he was still Bruce Wei En.

But this Bruce was even more unreliable than himself. Everything around is in a mess, you sleep; the house is on fire, you take photos. Not to mention anything else, aren't those trapped on the second floor tourists from your Cat Getan? Are you not developing tourism anymore?

Bat-Bane raised his question. Bruce sat cross-legged on the seat, took a pen from Christopher, who was writing lyrics, and said.

"Do you know how much effort we spent to gather this ship of people?"

Bat-Bane narrowed his eyes.

Bruce yawned, scratched his head with his pen, and said, "Did you see the fire in the North District on your way to the pier?"

Bat-Bane recalled slightly and nodded, "I heard from people here that those who live there are all gang bosses. Are they fighting for territory?"

"Fighting for territory wouldn't hit their own homes." Bruce turned the pen and leaned over to look at the lyrics Christopher was writing, saying, "The previous farce destroyed most of the gang bosses' manors, and the antiques they collected in the manors were also destroyed. They were counting on selling these antiques for money."

"It is obvious that those stubborn gang bosses who refused to wash their hands and go ashore have had their capital chains broken."

"It just so happened that the Godfather disappeared at this time. Cobblepot said someone was angry and kidnapped the Godfather, demanding to search their manors one by one. Those former gang bosses who had already washed their hands and were counting on the Godfather to strengthen their connections with the city government and Wei En Enterprises were also shouting to help."

"So what does this have to do with this ship?"

"How could those stubborn factions beat the new factions? The new factions are young and strong, and have large sums of money earned from legitimate businesses in their hands. The situation was completely one-sided."

Speaking of this, Bat-Bane understood, because he thought of the rules of the gambling game on this ship. People who are at the end of their rope or in big trouble can choose to board the ship when the ship docks, which can allow them to temporarily get rid of trouble and also provide them with a chance to turn things around.

Stubborn gang bosses were being slaughtered in the North District. People like that wouldn't think about whether they had missed certain opportunities that led to today's evil consequences, but would only feel that the other party was lucky. As long as they were given another chance, they would definitely be able to make a comeback.

Then at this time, a gambling ship that claimed to be able to realize all wishes appeared at the pier of Cat Getan. Even if they couldn't earn money, they could escape to the ship to ensure temporary safety. How could this group of gang bosses who were being chased around not board the ship?

Bat-Bane suddenly realized, but soon he frowned again and said, "But it's impossible for all the ordinary tourists on this ship to be drug dealers, FBI agents, and gang bosses, right?"

"Of course not, just that a war between mages and vampires broke out in our universe some time ago. Vampires were almost wiped out, but there were some survivors among the mages."

"The mysterious world knows much more about this ship than we do. It is only natural for those mages who have lost their power and cannot pay the price to their creditors to board the ship."

"Then it's impossible for all the tourists on this ship to be drug dealers, FBI agents, gang bosses, and mages who are in trouble, right? There are always some tourists who just want to visit and have fun, right?"

"Of course there are, but earlier, I started the Cat Getan architectural renovation project. You know, because of the layers of handling, the processes and personnel are very complex. Architectural renovation projects are always seen as the fattest jobs with the most oil and water."

"It is imaginable how many people reached out during the process of tearing down and rebuilding half the city. I can pretend not to see if they reach out one or two hands, but those who reached out the hardest all hold large sums of money."

"Most gang bosses wash their hands and go ashore, and the rest don't have the scale to wash their dirty money. Then what is the lowest-end but actually easiest way to wash dirty money that you know of?"

"Gambling." Bat-Bane sighed and said, "10 yuan, 3 yuan to bribe other horse owners, 2 yuan entrance fee to the dealer, the remaining 5 yuan to buy the highest odds horse, harvest

Bruce spread his hands and said, "They don't dare place bets at the casinos on land because I hold shares in all of them, and they know most of the gang leaders who dare to run private gambling rings are currently short on cash and afraid of being double-crossed. Now that there's finally a mobile casino with a dealer whose background is so massive that the three parties combined can't catch him, when else would they launder their money if not now?"

Bat-Bae covered his eyes again, but he still asked, "Then, aside from drug dealers, agents, gang leaders, magicians, and corrupt officials, there must be some ordinary people on this ship, right?"

"There are, but you just called him a super serial killer."

Bat-Bae was dumbfounded.

"You mean Schiller???"

Bruce nodded.

Bat-Bae just opened his mouth to refute, but after thinking about it, Schiller was indeed out of control now, but if he weren't, he might truly be the most ordinary person on this ship; his purpose for boarding was very ordinary, just because he accepted a challenge; the things he did were also very ordinary, just participating in a game; and the accidents he encountered were even more ordinary, like an ordinary person getting seasick.

The problem returned to the starting point.

"Why is Schiller out of control?"

"Because he's seasick."

"Huh?"

Bruce patted the seat next to him, signaling Bat-Bae to sit down and chat in detail. Nearby, Christopher and Eminem were discussing lyrics to themselves, tapping out a beat with their hands, while Tupac had fallen into deep thought again.

Bat-Bae took one look and figured these three were probably the only good people on the ship, so what else was there to say? Sharing the joy is better than enjoying it alone—let's make music.

After sitting down, he took the paper and notebook from Bruce's hand and said, "I didn't expect you to favor rap; I still prefer jazz, I also know a little classical, and I even studied piano with Marati for a while."

Bat-Bae suddenly realized he was being stared at by three burning gazes. He looked to the side and saw two black men and one white man staring at him with intense, piercing eyes.

Bruce gave Bat-Bae's uninjured shoulder a hard pat, pushed him forward, and said.

"See? I told you guys already, I've got plenty of amazing musicians here. Now, reconsider whether you want to join my label!"