Chapter 464: The Butler Is Always Right (Part 2)

On the sixth-floor corridor, Benjamin limped back, muttering under his breath, his pistol gripped tightly in his hand, tendons bulging on his knuckles from the strain.

Since becoming a senior agent, Benjamin had not suffered such a severe injury before; a puncture wound was among the most excruciating types, and what worried him more was whether the nail had rust on it, potentially causing tetanus.

Once infected with tetanus, the chance of recovery was virtually zero, and the mortality rate reached one hundred percent; the only solution was to receive a tetanus shot as soon as possible after the wound occurred.

Now, Benjamin had trapped himself—he had cut off communication, destroyed the helicopter, had no doctor on standby, let alone a tetanus vaccine; even if he started arranging to restore communication and transportation now, he had already missed the optimal treatment window.

Agents had prepared medical supplies, but they were stored in the warehouse downstairs; Benjamin hurried toward the stairs, eager to find bandages to stop the bleeding, when suddenly, as he reached the dim stairwell, he saw a faint green glow at the stair landing.

Benjamin's heart clenched instantly.

Never mind that foreigners weren't superstitious—the legends of ghostly apparitions in old castles were widely known, and ghosts came in all colors, with green being especially terrifying.

Benjamin took a deep breath, gripped his pistol, took half a step forward, and saw a small boy glowing with green light standing at the stair landing; his heart rate spiked.

It has to be said that different appearances paired with different lighting effects produce completely different results; if Harold were standing here right now, Benjamin might associate it with some kind of superpower, but it's Dick standing here.

An ancient manor, howling cold winds, swirling snowstorms, and a little boy appearing amid a faint green glow…

The fact that Benjamin didn't flee in panic already speaks to his strong mental resilience.

But then he heard a sound behind him; he didn't dare turn around, unsure whether the glowing green boy in front of him meant harm, so he stepped back two paces and slowly turned his head, catching sight in his peripheral vision of a little girl standing right behind him.

This girl was even younger and wore a beautiful, thick, elegant dress; when he saw her face, Benjamin froze—she looked incredibly like Bruce.

Bruce Wayne's strikingly handsome face left a deep impression on anyone who'd seen him, and Benjamin was no exception; thus, seeing a little girl who resembled Bruce by at least eighty percent caused Benjamin's mind to go completely blank.

Switching between too many realities in a short time causes mental overload: at first, Benjamin was in a spy thriller, then it turned into Home Alone, then into a haunted castle ghost story, and now it seemed to have become a melodramatic family soap opera…

While Benjamin was still stunned, the little girl lunged forward at a speed invisible to ordinary eyes; Benjamin had no time to dodge and was knocked to the ground.

The glowing green boy didn't use any special powers—he simply ran up the stairs and wrapped his arms tightly around Benjamin's neck.

Just as Benjamin tried to struggle, the girl who had knocked him down kicked the gun out of his hand, then darted with a swift "whoosh" to the gun's location, picked it up, and handed it to the other boy.

The boy took the gun and pointed it at Benjamin's head, handling it with a level of familiarity that made him seem far too experienced for his age.

"Who are you? What's your connection to Bruce Wayne? Why are you here?" Even though the gun was now pointed at him, Benjamin fired off a rapid series of questions.

Dick stepped aside, giving Benjamin room to get up; after rising, Benjamin extended his hands in an attempt to calm Dick, saying, "Don't shoot, kid—that's not something you should be playing with. Put it down and give it to me…"