Chapter 820

The rainstorm still didn't stop at all, and the truck, like a bolt of lightning, rushed into the pitch-black rainy night.

"Where are you going?!" Jason asked very anxiously.

"I will take you away from here! Find a safe place!" Bruce turned the steering wheel and said loudly.

"Stop!" Jason also shouted. As the sound of the rain outside the window grew louder, the two had to use all their strength, communicating with roars, so as not to let their voices be drowned out by the rainstorm.

"You are killing us; you will kill us all!" Jason's tone kept trembling. He said, "You and I can escape this kind of rule; we can leave at any time, but these children can't!"

"Bruce, please, stop!" Jason's hands gripped the backrest tightly. Bruce wasn't sure if he heard a hint of crying in his tone, but there was no doubt that Jason was very fragile now.

"I really shouldn't have let you fix this truck!" His tone revealed deep guilt. He said, "This will kill us all..."

"We shouldn't own a truck, let alone let the truck move, and most of all, we shouldn't let it drive on Cat Getan's roads when everyone is hiding in the truck!"

"Why can't you drive on Cat Getan's roads?" Bruce asked loudly. He said, "Anyone can drive, including you!"

"No, you don't understand. Bruce, the gangs will show us mercy precisely because we have so little and pose no threat to them, but once we have enough, our time is up!"

Bruce was certain that he heard deep fear in Jason's tone. Jason's breathing began to become irregular. He said, "If we can grab a truck, it means that one day we will grab guns, grab rocket launchers, and then grab territory from them..."

"All the children's gangs are poor wretches parasitic on the gangs. We must be weak enough and pose no threat to survive. This is our way of survival and cannot be broken..."

Bruce felt a bone-chilling cold. Jason's tone reminded him of the little girl who died at Wei En Manor that night.

He finally understood why she died.

This society, everyone in this society, used extreme violent means to tell her: you cannot own anything, you must be weak enough, otherwise, we will take away more, including your life.

Therefore, she branded this cruel way of survival onto her own skin, carved it into her bones and heart.

Bruce gave her food, a house, and medicine, but if he wanted her to accept these, he would have to make her peel off her own skin, break her bones, and dig out her heart.

"This is our mask..." Jason said, "This society put a mask on us..."

"We know that this mask makes us struggle, endure hunger and cold, but we still have to do our best to protect the mask."

"Because as long as we have the mask, we can survive in society. As long as we can survive in society, there are some gaps for us to fill our stomachs and build shelters, instead of dying under the muzzle of a gun in the never-ending chaos."

"So, Bruce, please..." Jason's body temperature began to rise, and his consciousness had become a bit unclear. He said, "Don't take off the mask. I can't take off the mask. Although I can do it, I can't do it..."

Bruce's face began to grow colder and colder, and the veins on his hands gripping the steering wheel bulged. How is a person who wants to survive in society supposed to take off their mask?

At this moment, he thought of the Joker, and he also thought of himself.

The raging fire burned away the only supplies the Joker relied on to survive. This society no longer gave him room to survive, so he used the fire of madness to burn away this mask disciplined by society.

And he, Batman, deeply realized that to save the suffering of this society, he must be like every ordinary person, no longer living so seriously. When he laughed, the original hypocritical playboy mask was completely dissolved in the chemical pool.

And now, these children, or those like them, all those disciplined by Cat Getan's rules, how are they supposed to take off their masks?

Or rather, even a child as intelligent, sharp, and brave as Jason, who can clearly realize that all this is wrong, can only drift with the tide or become a supporter of this cruel rule to stop the changes Bruce brings, in order to pray for his companions to live.

In such a desperate situation, in this dilapidated, shaky truck, in the night of the storm, where on earth should it drive to find a way out?

Bruce kept asking himself this question. Where else can this city, which has already hit rock bottom in the darkness, go?

Bruce heard Jason's crying, but it was no longer obvious, because more crying came from the truck's cabin. It's just that the children couldn't reverse the current terrible situation; they didn't want to cry, didn't want to show weakness, but had no other way.

Amidst this crying, Bruce felt a long-lost sadness and anger. His hands gripping the steering wheel trembled, and then gradually returned to calm, as if he had made a decision.

"A long time ago, I read an analysis of class contradictions. At that time, I couldn't fully understand the parts about non-antagonistic contradictions and antagonistic contradictions, but at least I remembered one sentence..."

In Wei En Manor, Bruce wrote with a pen:

"The contradictions between classes are irreconcilable, and the means of resistance... is only violence."

With a "pop," the light was turned on. Alfred brought a cup of hot milk and walked to Bruce's side. He put the cup down gently and said, "Master, you should turn on the overhead light; the light from the desk lamp is not enough for you to read late at night."

"Oh, I was just writing to a critical point and didn't notice it was already dark," Bruce put down his pen, looked up at Alfred, and said, "I've finished writing the narrative part of this section, and only the discussion part is left."

After speaking, he paused, looked at Alfred, and said, "Alfred, do you think if I add some theoretical citations to the narrative of this section, it will affect the overall score?"

"Master, I studied mathematics in college." Alfred shook his head and said, "I have hardly created any decent articles in my life. If you have questions in this regard, why not ask Mr. Dent."

"You are a bit too humble." Bruce turned his body back and said, "I remember, when I was a child, you even taught me grammar."

"Yes, Master, but that is very basic stuff. If you want to look up any information, I can help you find books."

"I..." Bruce paused with his hand on the desktop. He didn't know if Alfred was deliberately avoiding certain topics or really didn't want to discuss them with him.

If it was the former, Bruce felt he shouldn't keep provoking him, and if it was the latter, was he really that dull and unteachable in his eyes?

For this reason, Bruce looked at Alfred and said, "Alfred, I'll read this part to you. Can you help me see if there are any grammatical errors?"

"Of course, I'd be happy to help, Master." Alfred replied.

"The car drove aimlessly on the street. I accommodated every child who asked for help as much as possible. I kept driving forward, but there was no goal until Jason started asking me..."

The truck kept driving forward. Accompanied by the bumping, Jason asked, "Where are you going? Where are you taking us?"

Hearing his somewhat weak question, an inexplicable emotion rose in Bruce's heart. Amidst the rumbling of the truck, he said, "I'm going to the North District."

Jason closed his eyes in pain and said, "No one needs you to save them there, and the car can't fit any more people."

Bruce looked back. The carriage behind was full of people. The children were huddled together shivering, but fortunately, because there were many people and it was very crowded, heat loss was relatively slow. Although most people were pale, they hadn't started to lose body heat yet.

Bruce's hand gripping the steering wheel paused and said, "Indeed, there is no one there I want to save, but I must go there. I want to know, who on earth is the person who created this rule for?"

The person who created this rule... Jason, lying on the chair, thought, who created Cat Getan's current rules? Perhaps many people would say it was the Godfather. Perhaps Bruce also thought it was the Godfather, but Jason always felt it was far more than that.

This city is like a microcosm of something. All forms of evil can be found here. These evils were not created by the Godfather. Before he came to this city, it was even more chaotic and evil.

Jason hated the cruel rules, but he was also one of the supporters of the rules, because he knew that once this kind of rule collapsed, the weak would only be more miserable. But if it wasn't the gang's rules that led to evil, then what on earth was it?

As the truck rushed into the bridge of the North District, the entire North District of Cat Getan seemed to be ignited. Lights turned on one after another, and shouts were endless.

In a daze, Jason saw the lights of the manor right in front of him, while their fate was still heading toward the unknown.