Chapter 2293 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-Five)

Chapter 2286 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-Five)

"Didn't you say you wouldn't go?" Hal looked at Schiller who was changing clothes and said, "Besides, if you want to go, why drag me along?"

Hal looked down at the dress in his hand and said, "I can't interfere in Gotham's affairs at will. This is what Bruce and I agreed on. Although this ship may not be built by Gotham people, it is parked in Gotham's waters after all. I will definitely be discovered by Batman using green light energy, and there are three Batmen at that."

Schiller adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. He looked back at Hal and said, "Do you think Bruce is really sunburned? Mayor Roy thinks the legendary gambling ship's docking is a good gimmick. Gamblers are also tourists, and Bruce is noncommittal. It's obvious that he doesn't want to care about this, so he pretends to be sick."

"But the problem is, I didn't receive an invitation, how can I get on the ship?" Hal asked with his hands spread out.

Schiller pointed to the table next to him. Hal walked over and saw a gold-stamped ticket lying quietly next to Schiller's invitation letter.

"In addition to gambling games, the Atlantis is also a luxurious casino cruise ship. As long as you have money, you can buy a ticket. However, ordinary guests can only participate in ordinary games on the first floor of the yacht, but this is not important, as long as you can get on board."

Hal felt that he had heard some hidden meaning. He stroked the edge of the ticket and said hesitantly: "Although I can use green light energy to cheat, some gambling games cannot be dealt with by looking at the cards in advance, and my luck is average."

"Don't worry." Schiller's tone was still very steady. He said: "Maybe it's not as difficult as you think. Just go and have fun."

Hal was still a little hesitant. He picked up the ticket and took a look. He found that it was hot. The gold workmanship was very delicate, and his name was specially written on it, so he instinctively asked, "How much is this ticket?"

"80,000 US dollars."

Hal slammed into the table, stood up straight, reached out to adjust his non-existent tie, and said, "Do you think I can wear this suit? Do you want to change to a patterned tie?"

Schiller, who was adjusting his cufflinks, turned his head to look at Hal and said, "I think this suit suits you, but if you want something more gorgeous, the tie is in the drawer under the third compartment of the wardrobe."

Soon they all changed their clothes. Schiller wore a dark silver suit. It looked gray in the dark, but if it stood under the light, it had a subtle satin-like reflection.

In Hal's impression, Schiller almost never wore bright clothes. The whole person was like a huge light-absorbing black hole. When he began to glow, he looked like a celestial body that flickered forever in the dark universe, with a unique mysterious charm.

The invitation clearly states that the Atlantis will dock at Pier 5 in Gotham at 8 o'clock tonight. Ordinary tourists with tickets will board the ship first, followed by guests who actively participate in the gambling game.

When the cruise ship leaves the dock, there will be a small boat waiting at the dock. The challenged who accepts the challenge with the invitation will be sent to the cruise ship by this boat. In other words, before the ship sails, the challenger and the challenged have no chance to meet at the dock.

Hal and Schiller arrived at the dock at 7:30 and found that there were already many tourists waiting here, most of them were young men and women, wearing all kinds of expensive custom-made suits, or dressed trendy and fashionable, and every accessory on their body was expensive.

These were obviously rich people who paid for tickets to go on board for entertainment, and in the corner of the waiting hall, some people who were not so brightly dressed and looked particularly tired could be seen. There was no doubt that they were going to participate in the gambling game.

The challenged had to go to another room to wait in advance, so Hal went into the waiting room at the dock alone. He came late, and not only were all the seats full, but the open space was also crowded with people.

The dock facilities in Gotham are relatively old. Although they were renovated to welcome the tourists of the music festival, the dock is obviously not the main place where tourists gather, so they were only simply repaired. It can only be said that it looks a little cleaner, but it is still narrow and stuffy.

Listening to the complaints in his ears, Hal sighed softly. He used the thin green light energy to cool himself down. Anyway, there is a lot of green light energy now, so he spread the energy a little. People only felt a comfortable cool breeze passing through the hall, and their spirits couldn't help but relax a little.

Because Hal spent most of his time as a Green Lantern in the lamp furnace of the headquarters, his combination with the green light energy is more in-depth than other lanterns, and he is more skilled in using the green light energy.

After becoming Ion Man, Hal felt that the green light energy was like his organ, they were one and the same.

At this moment, the green light energy spread out, and Hal could use it to feel the status of various people, and even vaguely hear their voices.

At this time, the ship had not arrived yet, and Hal was idle, so he imagined himself as a psychologist and began to listen attentively to other people's thoughts. Although this was not mind reading, and could only hear superficial thoughts, it was still interesting to hear others complain about how hot it was here, how slow the ship was coming, and how they must complain to the staff about their reception environment after the ship arrived.

Just as Hal used the green light energy to feel the status of everyone here, his expression suddenly froze, because the green light energy sensed a familiar figure in the corner opposite the waiting room.

"Hey, wait." Hal turned around and looked over there, then immediately raised his feet and squeezed over there, trying to get through the crowd sideways, shouting as he walked: "Sorry! Give in! Sorry!" Please give way."

It was already very crowded, and physical contact would only make people hotter. Hal's behavior of pushing his way through the crowd without hesitation aroused public outrage, and complaints came one after another.

From this moment, Hal knew that things were going to be bad. Sure enough, the figure heard the noise and disappeared from the back door of the waiting hall in three steps and two steps at a time.

Hal let out a low roar, but sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to slow down and try to go out from the side to see if he could be blocked.

But at this moment, a strong arm grabbed Hal's arm. Hal turned his head and saw a pair of firm blue eyes among countless dark eyes full of bored complaints.

Clark pulled Hal out of the side door, allowing him to get away from the crowd temporarily. Hal couldn't help but cursed, looked at Clark and said, "Why are you here too? Don't tell me that you agreed. Yes, I knew something was wrong, do you know what this is for?"

His tone was quite fierce, obviously because Clark should not be here. Clark did not become angry because of his anger, but pressed Hal's shoulder and said: "I know, you think the sky is falling, I I won’t gamble either. In fact, I’m not here to gamble.”

"Then what are you doing here?!" Hal was obviously very angry. He said, "Don't tell me you are curious or have never seen similar scenes. Do you know how many people have fallen into the abyss just because of this kind of curiosity? Did you fall to pieces? Do you think you’re immune because you’re an alien?”

Clark sighed and said, "Hal, Hal! Calm down! You know if I was curious about gambling, I would have more opportunities to be exposed to it than I have to come here."

Hal's mind finally calmed down. He put his hands on his waist and turned around. He sighed and said, "Then what are you doing here? Even if it has nothing to do with gambling, it's still very dangerous here."

"I came with Oliver,"

Hal looked at him with wide eyes and said, "So the figure I just saw was really Oliver?"

"It's him." Clark turned his body and glanced towards the back door of the dock and said, "That's our friend Oliver Queen."

"But I haven't heard that he has a gambling habit."

"He's not here to gamble." Clark frowned slightly and said, "He doesn't have a boat ticket. He's probably here to participate in the so-called magic lamp gambling game."

Hal covered his forehead and looked up at the sky. Clark immediately stroked his back to calm him down. Hal took a deep breath and said, "I can't believe that even with us, Oliver still feels like he's He was a lonely man who was in big trouble and had no other options. This was probably the most angry thing I had done in the past ten years.”

Clark knew that what he said was an understatement, and he was afraid that he had already guessed before he told him, so he acted so excited just now.

Anyone who finds out that their good friend is here, and obviously did not buy a ticket to get on the boat, will definitely feel angry.

You encounter a big problem that you think you can't get out of, and your choice is to board a mysterious cruise ship and gamble with your life instead of going to your good friends and asking them to help you, no matter who it is. Anyone in this friend's position would be furious.

It's like you have a best friend who has experienced life and death with you and has a life-long friendship. When you want to use money, the first way that comes to mind is to borrow money from usury. But not only are you not poor, you are even quite wealthy. She is absolutely capable of helping him. In the eyes of loyal people, this can be called a humiliation.

Clark saw Hal's angry face turn red, and could only comfort him first, and then said: "Actually, when I was in the bar, I lost control of my abilities because I felt that something was wrong with Oliver. His emotions were too intense, but at that time Dr. Schiller was there and he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so I didn’t say anything.”

"He doesn't want to make anything big!" Hal was overwhelmed with anger and said eloquently: "I really can't stand this kind of people who don't talk about anything and have to wait until the conflict becomes too intense. Someone who stands up and shows his cleverness when redeemed! Batman is one of them!"

Clark was a little helpless. In fact, he and Hal had the same feeling. Since a friend encountered difficulties, he should ask and explain clearly as soon as possible, and then everyone would do their best to help him, no matter what the trouble was. They are all strangled in the cradle, and we do our best to reduce the pain suffered by everyone.

But people like Schiller and Batman don't deal with it like this. They choose to pay attention silently, wait quietly, and wait until the other party is willing to talk, or when the trouble becomes so serious that they have to deal with it, then they help.

Clark couldn't understand this kind of person before, but now he understands that his friends are all adults with mature minds. When they are still rational, if they encounter any trouble and are unwilling to speak, they must have their reasons.

You must force them to speak. Although it can help in the end, forcing those who are unwilling to reveal their feelings to speak is, to a certain extent, creating pain for them and using this pain to exchange for their own justice. The joy of Bo Yuntian.