[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-836":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Mental Mentor in Marvel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2323404,4544,"Chapter 836: The Red Hood (Part 2)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-836",836,"\u003Cp>Did you hear? We’re getting renovated too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child burst into the cellar, waving a newspaper: “Look! We’re on Phase One!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other children rushed over: “What renovation? What’s happening?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child spread out the paper: “It’s supposed to be a flyover, but to build it, they’re going to restructure all the buildings here—like… you know the Living Hell? Where every house is inside one giant building, connected by corridors, towering high, so everyone gets a room!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really? My uncle said the apartments in Living Hell are crazy expensive because everyone gets their own room—some rich folks even have living rooms!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If this really happens, will we get our own rooms too?!” a girl exclaimed. “And the flyover—will it be like the bridge beside our street?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please. That rotten ditch bridge? How can it compare to a real flyover? If you’d been downtown, you’d know those flyovers are taller than our buildings!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I love Living Hell!” a little boy raised his hand. “When I delivered things there, everyone acted so proud—but of course, they live in brand-new buildings, drink clean water, have shops right downstairs, and even their kids wear cleaner clothes than ours!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s amazing! If this happens, I’m getting a room with a window—so I can see outside—and I’m going to keep a potted flower…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tired voice came from the adjacent room: “What’s all the noise?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Boss, come quick—look at today’s paper!” The children swarmed over. “Jason, look! Our street’s getting renovated!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason forced his eyes open—he’d stayed up too late reading last night and only slept four or five hours; he was still exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took the paper and saw it announced: Phase Two of Gotham’s Road Renovation Plan was about to begin, and it included their street—building and traffic upgrades, with construction starting in three days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, you’ve seen the world—will it turn into another Living Hell? Everyone living in one huge building, everything available inside, no more rain, no more flooded streets?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will we get rooms with windows? Maybe four to a room, or six—it doesn’t matter, as long as there’s a window, I can keep a flower…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s expression grew grim. He hadn’t just noticed the renovation announcement—he’d noticed how it was being done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it wasn’t funded by gangs and the Wayne family together—it was government-led, with Wayne Enterprises funding and contracting the entire project: design, construction, operation—all controlled by Wayne Enterprises. No gang member, no gang dollar involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike these children, Jason understood better: such a massive project required enormous investment. Was Wayne Enterprises insane?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, with Living Hell’s renovation, Wayne Enterprises, Falcone Family, and the government all participated—twelve family bosses invested. The results were excellent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancillary businesses there boomed, providing logistics support, and once the residents grew wealthier, the gangs collecting protection fees earned more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time? Wayne Enterprises bears the full cost—yet the gangs get free access to the buildings and roads. No matter how you looked at it, it was a sugar-coated bullet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The books Jason had just finished reading told him: never expect capitalists to act out of kindness. Yet the moment he finished them, the city’s biggest capitalist suddenly showed mercy—planning to improve everyone’s lives, with no payment required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason narrowed his eyes, wary. He spoke low and steady to all the children: “Stay alert. Big changes are coming. Go—bring back everyone who’s wandering outside…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss! Boss! It’s bad!!” A very young child burst in, screaming. Jason’s face darkened instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason rushed out and saw the Cookie Sisters bandaging Six-Finger’s arm—blood soaked the cloth. He stepped forward, staring at the wound: “What happened? How?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing,” Six-Finger turned her head away. “Fought someone. Accidental cut. Did you hear the rumors? This place is getting renovated—I think we should leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?!” another child raised his voice. “Because of the renovation, we should stay—we’ll get rooms!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six-Finger winced. “Have you read the relocation plan? We might have to leave just to survive…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason turned back, picked up the newspaper again, and kept reading. The relocation plan was unexpectedly generous: every resident, regardless of license status, would receive a room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The minimum standard: a single room without kitchen or bathroom, but with a window, at least three hours of daily sunlight, and furnished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if you wanted a better room—like a one-bedroom with living room, kitchen, or bathroom—you had to pay extra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without extra payment, you got a room barely big enough for a bed—but the building would have a shared bathroom and an open-air kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, this was luxury for these children. Right now, twenty to thirty of them crammed into a basement—no windows, leaking rain, drafty walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathrooms? Kitchens? Forget it. Even their beds were made from wooden crates. Jason’s bed had a mattress he’d scavenged; others had quilts, some only a thin sheet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The relocation plan promised: each room included a bed, a mattress, a lamp, a small nightstand, a flowerpot on the windowsill, even a painting above the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason saw the renovation contractor was Wayne Decoration Engineering—same company that did Wayne Grand Hotel. Materials and craftsmanship were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jason’s face grew darker. By gang rules, these things weren’t theirs to have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—CRASH. The cellar door was pried open. Several gang members jumped down, guns aimed at the children: “Out! Now! All of you—get upstairs! No one stays here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children scrambled up, trembling, pressed against the walls—including Jason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang leader said: “You’ve got the afternoon to move. Don’t show your faces on our turf again. If anyone asks, say you never lived here. If pressed, say you moved from somewhere else. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six-Finger, clutching her arm, spat: “You give us half a day to move? We can’t even take our stuff!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not my call. Boss’s order. By tonight, you’re gone. In three days, construction starts—if those rich bastards see you begging here, who knows what they’ll say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang member tapped his gun barrel. “You’re lucky we let you stay this long. Get out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the gang members left, the children turned pale. The younger Cookie Sister asked: “Why are we being kicked out? Why now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six-Finger crouched, tears in her eyes, clutching her arm: “Don’t you know? A single room in Living Hell rents for ten dollars a week…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re over twenty people—we’d get over twenty rooms. If we don’t move in, the gang earns two hundred dollars extra weekly. That’s nearly a thousand a month…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kick us out, rent our rooms, and they make three times what they used to—nothing to do. Everyone knows how profitable Living Hell is now. This place will be the same…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason gripped the newspaper tightly. He said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as they can make money, they won’t care where we go, how we live, whether we die on the streets…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s arm trembled. He took a deep breath. “Pack up. We’re moving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the children’s eyes were wet. Nothing hurt more than getting hope—then losing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jason grew colder than ever. Six-Finger looked at him: “Jason, you’ve changed. Before, you’d have been furious—threatened to make them pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because I learned something recently,” Jason said, his voice calm, chilling. “Talking does nothing. No one fears me louder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, lips pressed tight, heading for the cellar entrance. Before descending, he told Six-Finger: “This won’t be just us. Other gangs too. Three streets nearby are being renovated—all the kid gangs will be driven out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six-Finger sensed danger. “What are you planning, Jason? Don’t do anything stupid—we can find another place to live…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason pressed against the cellar hatch and smiled. “Another place? What if that place gets renovated too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If all of Gotham is slowly turned into this—into a city where everyone has a place to live—do you think that’ll make our lives better?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. Even if the houses could hold everyone, the rich with guns will take them. Even if they leave them empty, even if we freeze to death on the streets, they won’t let us in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason closed his eyes. “In Gotham, we don’t survive on mercy… and we don’t need it anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1345,"2026-06-20T16:39:22.658Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8c94c8d1803c1130074ba231c0348cdbfc7528ed3114d2f4aa4fc6a73ddc03b1","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-837","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-835",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]