Chapter-75 | Gobble Up Wolves... (1)

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The sound of cutlery clinking against plates, accompanied by the sound of bubbles dissipating in the wine, was heard as Gordon raised his glass first and said, "Congratulations on your new home!"

Bruce, Harvey, Schiller, and Victor also raised their glasses and clinked them together. Schiller took a sip of the wine, which was a bit spicy, and after swallowing it, a warm feeling rose from his chest. The firelight from the fireplace shone on the glasses, like burning flames.

"You should have bought a house a long time ago," Harvey said. "I've been telling you, no one should live in a teacher's apartment for so long. There's not even a coffee machine there. I only stayed for two nights and my back still hurts from the bed."

"I thought it was okay," Victor said. "Gotham University's facilities are decent, of course, it's not as good as this mansion. I hope you'll leave a room for me here."

"You're always welcome," Schiller raised his glass to him. Bruce, who was cutting a steak on his plate, said, "You should leave a room for all of us. After all, I left rooms for you guys at Wayne Manor."

"That's enough," Schiller said.

"God willing, I'll be able to afford a big mansion in my lifetime too and I'd be happy to leave a room for all of you," Gordon said as he ate a piece of sausage.

"How have you been lately? You should be saving up enough money soon, right?" Harvey asked him.

"My income has been slightly down recently, but it's still not bad," Gordon replied, picking up his napkin to wipe his mouth. "The Godfather hasn't made any moves yet and the rest of the gangs are eager to try, but it's probably just calm before the storm."

"Let me know when you save up enough money," Schiller said, tapping his knife with his fork.

"What about it?"

"Nothing, I just think I can give you some advice on apartment choices since I also looked at a lot of information before buying my house," Schiller replied.

"That's perfect, I'm having trouble deciding which one to buy. What do you think about Pelican Heights? I actually prefer Jasmine Lane, but I'm thinking about having a kid in the future and it's a bit small and doesn't have a nursery."

"Have you considered 9th Avenue? How about being my neighbor?" Harvey asked him with a smile.

"Oh my God, that's too far away and most people living there are probably bachelors like you, right?" Gordon replied.

Just as Schiller was about to take a sip of his wine, he let out a "tsk" sound. Gordon looked at him with confusion and Schiller said with a smile, "You've been too busy lately, you didn't even know about this big news."

"What's going on?" Gordon asked Harvey. "What did I miss? Is he not a bachelor anymore?"

Victor asked, "You and Christine have officially confirmed your relationship? You'll have to be careful at school, you know, there are just as many girls interested in you as there are guys interested in her."

"Fine, it's just something that happened last week," Harvey shrugged.

Bruce looked at him in surprise and said, "Really? Holy crap! You were able to snag the most beautiful and sexy girl in Gotham University so quickly. I thought you were a nerd."

Schiller tapped the edge of the plate with his fork again and said, "I hope you're not implying that the only reason I can sit here and eat with you is because I only got a 69 on my final exam."

Everyone laughed as the fire in the fireplace burned brightly. The reflections of the metal utensils on the table overlapped, creating a soft halo of light that illuminated the entire room.

After dinner, the group sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. Harvey, who was a bit tipsy, said, "What's this? Our bachelors' night? Gordon is getting married too, we can still have some fun before he does..."

"I'll leave first," Victor said, already dressed in his coat and wearing a hat. Schiller turned to him and said, "Take the bag by the door, there are two bottles of wine and a pack of cigars in there."

"Oh! Thank you, how can you bear to give me such good Cuban stuff?" Victor laughed as he opened the bag.

"I remember you mentioned that yesterday was your wedding anniversary with your wife..."

"Oh, sorry, we didn't know!" Bruce said, "Professor Frost, I'll send a gift to your office tomorrow."

"No, no, there's no need to be so polite," Victor smiled, "In fact, just understanding me is enough for me to be happy."

Victor said the truth, after all, no matter what, the fact that he froze his wife in a low temperature freezer is quite scary, he didn't expect anyone to understand his crazy actions. People who had heard of this before, at best, advised him that everyone has to die, and to let him be more open-minded.

But the friends he met in Gotham mostly expressed a very tolerant view of this, they did not shy away from mentioning this matter, in fact, Victor did not like others to look at him with a sympathetic eye and then avoid mentioning his marital and family situation whenever they talked about it, which made him feel like a outcast.

But his friends were not like that, it was as if his wife had only contracted a minor illness, and was hospitalized. They would not forget her when something happened, this comforted Victor, as if his wife was only hospitalized because of a common illness, and would soon recover.

After Victor left, Gordon soon left too. Bruce leaned on the sofa and said: "See, these are all busy people, only we, only we these idle guys, can still get drunk here all night..."

"Actually, only you, Mr. Billionaire, I still have to go revise my thesis later, Harvey also has a lawsuit to write, only you, this idle and empty-headed rich man..."

Bruce leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, he waved his hand without speaking, obviously he was a bit drunk, ...

"He has a phone in his pocket, you find it and call his butler to arrange for a helicopter to pick you up, don't drive."

"In Gotham, what is drunk driving? I can even drive at 120 mph..." Bruce said slurred.

"Yeah, yeah, our genius race car driver..."

After Harvey took Bruce away, Schiller walked to the other side of the living room, picked up the telephone receiver, and began dialing.

Soon, the lights in the mansion gradually went out, and Gotham's night fell into deep darkness again.

The next day, Gotham University's Chancellor, Sheldon, sat in his office, holding his arm in confusion and said: "You're saying Professor Rodrigues is injured and hospitalized?... Well, then send a colleague to go visit him."

In the afternoon, Schiller lying in a hospital bed received flowers from Anna and said, "Oh, thank you, I am truly grateful..." He was about to continue speaking when Gordon rushed in. Seeing a stranger here, he hesitated for a moment. After Anna left, Gordon looked around. This was a high-end private room in Gotham City Central Hospital, decorated luxuriously. Schiller lay in the bed, covered in a blanket, and his face didn't show any abnormal signs.

Gordon walked over, put his hands on his hips and said: "I heard you were attacked last night, damn it, I should have left later..."

Schiller laughed and seemed completely unfazed. Gordon said, "You can still laugh, you knew beforehand that those people in Metropolis were probably after you, yet you didn't increase your vigilance and let them succeed, where are you injured? Organs or bones?"

Then, he said with some frustration, "I don't know where that Daredevil went, if he stayed with you, this wouldn't have happened!"

"You really have confidence in him, but I don't want him to stay here, if his butler comes looking for him, it would be much worse than anyone else."

"Seriously..." Gordon looked Schiller up and down, "Are you really injured? I can't see it at all?"

He looked at his watch and said, "And, when we left it was already midnight, it's now just past 7 in the morning, how did your wound heal so quickly? Even if it was just a knife wound, it should at least take more than ten hours to heal? Or is the medical technology at the central hospital this advanced now?"

Schiller waved his hand at him, signaling for him to calm down, then threw off the blanket and sat up. He stood up directly from the bed and walked to the window, stretching his back. Gordon's eyes widened as he watched him, who looked like he had no injuries, move in a fluid manner.

Schiller chuckled, as if it was no big deal. Gordon said, "How can you still laugh? You knew that those guys from Gotham were probably after you and yet you didn't increase your vigilance, and they got the better of you. Where are you hurt? Organs or bones?"

He then added, frustrated, "And where the hell is that Batman? If he had stayed with you, this wouldn't have happened!"

"You really have faith in him, but I don't want him staying here. His butler is more terrifying than anyone else."

"Seriously..." Gordon looked Schiller up and down. "Are you really hurt? I can't see anything?"

He glanced at his watch and said, "And it's already past midnight, now it's almost 7am, how did your wound heal so quickly? Even if it was just a cut, it should take at least a few hours, right? Or is medical technology now that advanced at the central hospital?"

Schiller waved his hand, signaling for him to calm down, then sat up, throwing off the covers and standing up. He walked to the window and stretched lazily. Gordon's eyes widened as he watched him move as if nothing had happened.

"Dammit! You weren't hurt at all!" Gordon exclaimed. "I rushed over here as soon as I got the message!"

"I appreciate it," Schiller said. "Your old pickup truck made it from the police station to the hospital in just 20 minutes. Did you install a propeller or something?"

"I told you, I got first place in the driving course at police academy!"

Then Gordon shook his head and said, "But that's not the point. The point is, why did you pretend to be injured? Are you finally fed up with those students at Gotham University?"

"Of course not... well, maybe a little, but that's not the point..."

"Do you know how I found out about this? This morning, the police station was in chaos because they heard that Arkham Asylum, because there's no chief physician, it's temporarily closed. I've never seen them so sad..."

"Yes, the closing of Arkham Asylum is sad not just for the police," Gordon furrowed his brows, he was not an idiot, he thought for a moment before saying, "the gangs won't give up that easily, they've tasted the sweetness of this industry."

"That's right, they're probably more anxious than you, after all, you've almost saved enough money for an apartment, but they're different."

"Why are you doing this? What's the point of stringing them along?"

"I'm injured, the asylum is closed, they're losing their golden goose, so, why was I injured?"

"Why were you... you want to frame those guys from Gotham? " Gordon finally understood, "You want to use these gangs to eradicate those people, once they find out that you were attacked by those guys from Gotham, they'll think that they're the cause of the asylum's closure, they'll certainly find a way to dig them out and get rid of them."

Gordon paced around the room, talking as he walked, "After so long, many people have put time and effort into establishing this industry within the asylum, they won't be willing to give it up easily, it's like the final step in baking a pizza, they won't be willing to stop."

"With your injury, they'll definitely find a way to investigate, to find out what really happened, the police know who did it, so those gang leaders won't be in the dark."

"But how can you be sure that they'll go after those guys from Gotham, instead of looking for someone else to replace you, like before?"

"You're injured, but that doesn't necessarily mean that the asylum has to close, they don't know that this industry is your plan, they might just think that since the chief physician is sick, they'll just find someone else to replace them."

"They don't know, but Falcone does, and that's enough."

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