Chapter 110 Bruce's Self-destructive Tendencies

"Well"

Peter fell silent when he heard Star-Lord's unintentional "critical attack" on Bruce Wayne.

Star-Lord didn't realize there was anything wrong with his words, and continued to ask Peter: "Dad, is Bruce going to be the hobo king?"

"What hobo king?" Peter was a little confused.

"Dave, a former taxi driver who now bums in his car, Azu says he's the bum king because he knows all the little tricks like 'Don't fog up the windows' , because then the police would know someone was sleeping inside."

Star Lord introduced him in a serious manner.

"Then Bruce shouldn't be able to become the King of the Tramps. At most, he can be the King of Gotham."

Peter replied to Star-Lord and looked at Bruce who was busy not far away.

It seems that Bruce's image is completely ruined in the eyes of Azu and Star-Lord.

He's either a down-and-out kid or a homeless man, and there's no way he can relate to Gotham's billionaires.

"King of Gotham?"

Star-Lord nodded and looked thoughtful, "Then I will be the King of the Galaxy!"

"You can't conquer the galaxy."

Peter pressed Star-Lord's shoulder, "Okay, go wash your hands and get ready to eat."

afternoon.

Azu, who came back from school, looked at Bruce standing in front of him in shock, "Are you Bruce Wayne?"

Azu asked in disbelief as he looked at the much taller young man in front of him.

He never thought that seeing Bruce Wayne again would be in this situation.

"Yes, I'm Bruce Wayne. Long time no see, John."

Bruce reached out to him.

Azu did not shake hands with him, but looked at his whole body suspiciously.

"Why did you come here?"

He has always been very wary of Bruce. After all, this guy was highly valued by his father.

"I plan to travel around the world, and before I leave, I want to get together with Mr. Padrick."

Bros was more mature than before and didn't care about Azu's tone.

"Around the world?"

Azu looked at him suspiciously, "Then you will definitely fail."

He comes up to curse Bruce for his failed journey.

The corners of Bruce's mouth twitched slightly, "I don't care about success or failure, I just want to experience something."

He glanced at the messy farm, "On the other hand, John, your bad temper has not changed. I think Mr. Padrick will have a headache."

"That's a matter between me and dad. You, an outsider, can't control it."

Azu clenched his fists and couldn't help but want to slap Bruce on the face.

This guy is still so annoying after all this time.

Taking a deep breath, he performed self-hypnosis: relax, don't get angry because of this guy.

He was just a tiny bastard, an insignificant guy, a complete microbe.

Soon, Azu's mood calmed down as he slandered Bruce.

"Maybe you're right."

Bruce did not continue talking to Azu, but walked towards Peter.

Turning around and looking at Bruce's back, Azu narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This guy... sticks to dad again!

no…

I really have to find a way to beat this guy up!

Otherwise, when he goes to travel around the world, he won’t have the chance.

night.

Peter prepared a sumptuous dinner for Bruce.

"Would you like some wine?"

Peter asked Bruce, holding a bottle of wine.

Bruce raised his head and asked, "What kind of wine is it, sir?"

"Hemingway's favorite cocktail."

Bruce pondered for a moment, "Sir, I remember Hemingway was a diabetic and his favorite drink was a dry martini."

Peter asked slightly surprised: "Are you sure?"

"It should be certain."

Next to him, Star-Lord asked Bruce curiously: "Do you usually read a lot?"

“I’ll read any time.”

Star-Lord nodded with an understanding expression, "Homeless people will love libraries."

Homeless?

Bruce cast his doubtful eyes at Star-Lord. Is this fat little fat guy who talks annoyingly really Mr. Padrick's child?

"Ahem."

Peter pretended not to hear, coughed, and took out another bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, "Maybe try this, blues, vodka and absinthe."

"gentlemen."

Bruce said with a grimace: "I'm not of age, so I can't drink, and vodka mixed with absinthe doesn't turn into a dry martini."

Although he can't drink alcohol, Bruce still knows a lot about wine. "Martini is gin. It has always been gin. If you add absinthe to vodka, it won't taste like this."

Azu, who was chewing beef, listened to Bruce's wine tasting and asked him: "Why do you know this if you don't drink?"

"I have a wine cellar at home, and I usually go to study the various wines stored in it."

When Bruce said this, he looked at Peter.

"Sir, if you are interested, I can give you the wine cellar."

Peter was depressed because his credit card was swiped, and he was moved when he heard that Bruce was going to give him a wine cellar.

Although I am very excited, it is always a bad thing to receive salary without merit.

When he was about to refuse, A-Zu suddenly said: "Okay, just consider it as the room fee for your stay here."

Peter looked at A-Zu in astonishment.

Do you think the farm is a five-star hotel?

No, five-star hotels don't charge like this!

He turned his head to look at Bruce, and found that the other party looked as if it was a matter of course and didn't think there was anything wrong.

Well, it seems that these two people don't take it seriously, so I don't have to take it seriously either.

The next day, early in the morning.

The tires were burned and screamed on the road kissed by the scorching sun.

A Subaru quickly passed through the farm, turned around quickly, and slid and drifted like a piece of melting butter on a frying pan.

Then the car arrived at the end of the road, crossed over, and the tires rolled in the grass, and dust flew in an instant.

Listening to the roar of the car engine, Peter folded his arms and looked at Bruce driving the car.

After getting up in the morning, Bruce said that he wanted Peter to teach him some car driving skills, which might be useful when traveling around the world in the future.

But now Peter saw his experienced appearance and felt that he might not be able to teach him anything.

"Bruce, although I don't think I can teach you anything, I still want to say that you should try not to make such attempts on the actual road."

After Bruce turned off the engine and got out of the car, he said to the other party.

"I'll listen to you, sir."

Bruce walked over and said to him.

Peter took a look at the car and said, "Your driving skills are great, Bruce, I don't think you need my professor."

"I know, sir."

Bruce sat down, "I just want to chat with you while you drive."

"Are you worried?"

"A simple worry."

"It may sound simple, but Bruce, your life is not simple at all."

Bruce nodded, hesitated and asked Peter, "Yes, sir, do you know Schopenhauer?"

"Schopenhauer?"

"A German philosopher, the founder of atheism, he has two poodles."

Bruce explained, "He once said: Some people say that suicide is the most cowardly act, and suicide is a wrong move, but as we all know, everyone has the most inalienable right to decide on their own life and human rights."

"I think one day in the future I may destroy myself, destroy myself in a suicidal way."

Bruce said suddenly.

The words just popped out like a rock jumping out of a sack.

Peter looked at Bruce in surprise.

Will this kid have any self-destructive tendencies?

"Why do you feel this way, Bruce?"

"I don't know, I'm young, but I'm tired, sir. At night, I close my eyes and it comes up - my dream is like an anchor. What I see is like lingering death, sucking everything out of my body, making me lose my vitality, and I can't stop it."

"Sir, for the past three years, I have been saving Gotham in my own way. At night, I turn into fear to fight those evils, but death keeps happening. I seem to be unable to do anything. I hate this feeling and hate my own powerlessness."

Peter clicked Nodding, he asked him, "So you want to travel around the world to find the answer."

"Yes, sir, do you think I should go?"

"Of course, I support your behavior."

Peter put his hand on the other's shoulder, "Bruce, there are two things in your heart, darkness and light, which is understandable, because human beings are originally made up of darkness and light, and human beings cannot escape."

"You travel around the world, maybe you can find the real way to help you hide your dark side and show your bright side."

He was talking to Bruce when his cell phone rang suddenly.

He took out his cell phone and found that the caller was Officer Chandler.

After answering the phone, he said a few words to the other party and hung up.

"Sir, what happened?"

"Some unexpected situation, can you drive me?"

Bruce nodded, "Of course."

On the way to the destination, Bruce asked Peter curiously: "Sir, what happened?"

"Have you heard about the spontaneous combustion incident at the Smallwell Welfare Home?"

"Yes, I have heard some."

Peter put his hand on the car window to feel the oncoming wind, and said: "The official statement is fire, but they only found the ashes of the old lady in the end."

Bruce nodded to show that he understood, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I guess the unofficial statement is spontaneous human combustion. I remember something similar. In 1978, there was a spontaneous human combustion incident in New Jersey. When the person was dancing, he was suddenly engulfed by the flames coming out from behind."

"Sir, why are you interested in this case?"

Bruce asked him.

Hearing this, Peter glanced at Bruce, "We have a little dispute, and I am a little interested in the murderer behind this matter."