Day 10 of clearing customs

“How would I know? Asking me is useless. Besides, his whereabouts have always been mysterious. He and Batman both dislike showing their faces. So why do you want to know where the Knight is?” Elena lowered her voice. “And didn’t Sister Liz reject you? Otherwise, why would you come to ask me?”

Elena's expression was cunning, completely different from her fierce and treacherous self. She abandoned someone who had helped her to die, and afterwards acted as if nothing had happened, filled with gratitude. Could she be an innocent little rabbit?

Adrian's mind raced with calculations; it seemed everyone here was no ordinary person.

What is the relationship between the two sisters and the Arkham Knights?

Adrian sighed, "Liss just rejected me, and now you're going to reject me too? I swear to God I genuinely want to know where the knight is, and once I know, I won't reveal his whereabouts for personal reasons, nor will I use his whereabouts to do anything bad."

He just wanted to be a lackey.

"How much is your sincerity worth? What makes you so confident?" Elena was genuinely puzzled.

Honestly, even a dog wouldn't bother with that.

“Good girl, don’t be so harsh. I’ve helped you before, so please be kind with your words. You can deny my help if you want, but…” Adrian realized that conventional methods wouldn’t get any results, so he started resorting to moral blackmail.

“Of course not,” Elena frowned, seemingly feeling somewhat guilty at Adrian’s words. “You want to know the knight’s whereabouts for revenge? Pursuit? Or all of the above?”

Elena approached the gray-eyed youth. Compared to his melancholy and indifference to life when they first met, he now seemed more obsessive and eager, like a fire lit on a wasteland, with the tendency to burn brighter and brighter. However, no matter how his emotions changed, he was always filled with an air of superiority that he never concealed from anyone, which was unpleasant.

“It should contain everything,” Adrian touched the tip of his nose, openly admitting his purpose in inquiring about the whereabouts of the Arkham Knights.

The dim light in the bar couldn't reach this corner, just like the topics they were discussing that couldn't be brought to light. Elena didn't like it, and what she didn't like became what she liked.

Elena moved her fingers, and in the blink of an eye, the laser lights in the center of the lobby suddenly started spinning, startling the guests into shouting, while blue and purple lights shot frantically into every corner of the bar.

The light broke the tension between them, and Elena saw Adrian cover his eyes uncomfortably and curl the corners of his mouth. She wasn't going to let Adrian just brush her off.

In the interplay of light and shadow, Adrian's features became even sharper, his deep-set eyes filled with composure. "Why are you all so protective of him? Given your style, there's no need for you to keep quiet about someone, especially a violent person with a notorious reputation among most people."

Although he hadn't found any trace of the Arkham Knights, his investigations over the past few days hadn't been in vain. For example, he had learned about the Arkham Knights' methods of dealing with enemies and how they protected the dancers in the East Side bars.

How could Adrian overlook the fact that Liz was one of the famous dancers who owned the bars in the East End?

The reason he succeeded last time by offering himself up was probably because the Arkham Knights were elusive, and Elena was thrown into disarray by the threat of death to a loved one for the first time.

After finding Alice Elena, she calmed down. A stranger who had been used was not worthy of choosing between her sister's safety and his. If she survived, she would repay him; if she didn't, that was fate.

In Adrian's opinion, the two sisters are both ruthless, but too much compassion is not good for the survival of lower-class dancers. Adrian, on the other hand, agrees with Elena's decisive actions.

Sometimes gender is a resource, and dancers, especially those with the added resources of beauty and youth, are more vulnerable to exploitation.

Sexual activity consumes the uterus as the primary resource. After that, there's the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. These combined might not be worth much, but if sold individually, every unscrupulous merchant will be eager to take advantage of them.

“He’s not a violent person,” Elena firmly refuted Adrian’s derogatory label.

"For now, I can only think of violence to refer to the Arkham Knight. If I say he's too bad, you won't be happy. If I say he's too good, it doesn't match what he did. What do you think I should call him?"

"He is a knight."

"A guardian? I didn't expect you to view him that way."

Elena didn't think she was wrong. She said sarcastically, "You 'noble' noble lords have no idea what the knight did. You wouldn't care about us ants either. Whether we live or die is just a number in your eyes."

Elena glared at Adrian, considering him also an enemy of the aristocratic class.

Adrian felt wronged; he was just an ordinary player, and nothing was worthy of being compared to him.

“We are different, but I am not some noble lord. I really don’t know what the Knight of Arkham did for you that made you willingly defend him. I would like to know as well. It would be even better if you could give a detailed account of his heroic deeds.”

"You're trying to trick me into telling you something, but I won't tell you. I'll just tell you that everyone is watching you. We know exactly what you're doing. Don't try to play any tricks."

"Oh, it's a failure. It seems that it's impossible to get the approval of the boss I want to serve from the wise and perceptive Ms. Elena."

Adrian felt quite regretful.

"You want to pledge allegiance to the knight?!" Elena was shocked and her suspicion that Adrian had lost his mind reached its peak at this moment. It is said that some people will feel good after being beaten and then have the idea of ​​submitting to the person who beat them. Could it be that he...

Elena is incredible.

"Is that wrong? He's not just your knight. I acknowledge his strength, admire his ability to defeat the Black Mask Penguin and take over their territory in a short time, and hope to develop under such an excellent leader. What's wrong with that? What are you doubting?"

Ignoring Elena's strange expression, Adrian feigned melancholy and said, "You can't stop the boss from recruiting soldiers and acquiring outstanding talents just to monopolize what he values."

"You are hindering the boss's progress."

"?" Elena asked again, puzzled. "Are you out of your mind? Who told you that we're the only ones the boss values? The boss has always valued us."

Elena didn't believe Adrian's story about pursuing a leader. She didn't believe that a stranger who had been beaten and toyed with by the knight would want to follow him. She believed that he would only follow the knight if he was personally accepted by him.

"So the Knights are paying close attention to you..."

"Alright, Elena, I asked you to take him out to play, why are we discussing this again?"

A deep, husky voice sounded above them, and Adrian and Elena looked up.

A pair of clean, white hands, so pure they didn't look like a dancer's, rested on Elena's shoulders; they belonged to Alice, who had just finished a passionate dance on stage.

The radiant proprietress can instantly catch people's attention even when casually standing in a secluded corner.

"She can learn some information by manipulating Elena, but she's not qualified to know anything deeper."

"If you truly want to follow a knight, I can only tell you that you are not qualified yet. Submitting to a knight's force is not genuine. Wait until you understand the meaning of being a knight before you talk about following one. Until then, you should come and see our lives, the lives of the lower classes in the East District..."

Adrian stared at the two sisters as they walked away hand in hand, his curiosity piqued to its peak. He was eager to know what Liz meant.

Moreover, if even a lowly subordinate is selected so rigorously, being an Arkham Knight's subordinate must be a good job, otherwise why would there be so many requirements?

Just like jobs with many requirements are generally good jobs, raising the bar means the minimum requirement won't be too low.

Little did Adrian know that their demands stemmed from his being an outsider.

Gotham, a city of discrimination.