amaotonovel Chapter 2286 Gotham Music Chapter (25)
Chapter 2286 Gotham Music Chapter (25)
Chapter 2286 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-Five)
"Didn't you say you weren't going?" Hal looked at Schiller who was changing his 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 still within Gotham's waters. If I use the green light energy, I will definitely be discovered by Batman, 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 casino ship's stop is a good gimmick. Gamblers are also tourists. Bruce didn't comment. It's obvious that he doesn't want to get involved in this matter, so he pretends to be sick."
"But the problem is, how can I get on the ship if I didn't receive an invitation?" Hal asked, spreading his hands.
Schiller pointed to the table next to him. Hal walked over and saw a gold-stamped ship ticket lying quietly next to Schiller's invitation letter.
"In addition to having gambling games, the Atlantis is also a luxurious casino cruise ship. Anyone with money 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, it's fine."
Hal felt that he had heard some hidden meaning. He stroked the edge of the ticket and said hesitantly, "Although I can use the green light energy to cheat, some gambling games cannot be handled 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 treat it as fun."
Hal was still a little hesitant. He picked up the ticket and took a look. He found that the hot stamping was very delicate and his name was specially written on it. So he instinctively asked, "How much is this ticket?"
"$8 million."
Hal slammed into the table, stood up, and reached out to adjust his nonexistent tie. "Do you think this will work for me? Do you want a patterned tie?"
Schiller, who was adjusting his cufflinks, turned his head to look at Hal and said, "I think this suit is suitable for you, but if you want something more fancy, 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, which looked gray in the dark, but had a subtle satin-like reflection under the light.
In Hal's impression, Schiller seldom wore brightly colored clothes, and he looked like a huge light-absorbing black hole. But when he began to glow, he looked like a celestial body that was constantly shining in the dark universe, with a unique mysterious charm.
The invitation clearly states that the Atlantis will dock at Pier 8 in Gotham at 5 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 person who accepts the challenge with the invitation letter will be taken to the cruise ship by this boat. In other words, before the ship sets sail, the challenger and the challenged will not have a chance to meet at the dock.
Hal and Schiller arrived at the pier at 7:30 and found that there were already many tourists waiting there, most of them young men and women, wearing all kinds of expensive custom-made suits, or dressed trendy and fashionable, and every accessory on their bodies was very expensive.
These were obviously wealthy people who had paid for tickets to go on board for entertainment. In the corner of the waiting hall, one could also see some people who were not so well dressed and looked particularly tired. It went without saying that they were going to participate in gambling games.
The challenged had to go to another room to wait in advance, so Hal went into the waiting room at the dock alone. He arrived late, and not only were every seat full, but the open space was also crowded with people standing side by side.
Gotham's dock facilities are relatively old. Although they were renovated to welcome tourists to the music festival, the dock is obviously not the main place where tourists gather, so it was only simply renovated. It can only be said that it looks a little cleaner, but it is still narrow and stuffy.
Listening to the complaints around him, Hal sighed softly. He used the thin green light energy to cool himself down. There was plenty of green light energy anyway, so he diffused the energy a little bit. People only felt a comfortable cool breeze passing through the hall, and they couldn't help but relax a little.
Because Hal has spent most of his time as a Green Lantern immersed in the lamp furnace at headquarters, his integration with the Green Lantern energy is more profound than that of other Lanterns, and he is more adept at using the Green Lantern energy.
After becoming Ion, Hal felt that the Green Lantern energy was like his organ, they became one, indivisible from each other.
At this moment, the green light energy spread out, and Hal could use it to feel the status of all kinds of people, and even vaguely hear their voices.
The ship hadn't arrived yet, and Hal was free so he imagined himself as a psychologist and began to listen attentively to other people's thoughts. Although this was not mind reading and he could only hear superficial thoughts, it was still quite interesting to hear others complain about how hot it was here, how the ship was coming so slowly, and how they must complain to the staff about the reception environment when the ship arrived, etc.
Just as Hal was using the green light energy to sense the status of everyone here, his expression suddenly changed, because the green light energy sensed a familiar figure in the corner opposite the waiting room.
"Hey, wait." Hal turned and looked over there, then immediately raised his foot and squeezed over there, trying to squeeze through the crowd sideways, shouting as he walked: "Sorry! Make way! Sorry! Please make way."
The place was already crowded, and physical contact would only make people hotter. Hal's reckless behavior of squeezing through the crowd aroused public anger, and complaints rang out one after another.
From that moment on, 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 room in two steps.
Hal let out a low roar, but then sighed helplessly. He had to slow down and try to go out from the side to see if he could block him.
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 boredom and complaints.
Clark pulled Hal out of the side door, allowing him to temporarily escape from the crowded crowd. Hal couldn't help but swear, looked at Clark and said, "Why are you here too? Don't tell me you guys had an agreement. I knew it was no good. Do you know what this is for, Clark?"
His tone was quite intense, obviously because Clark shouldn't be here. Clark didn't get angry because of his anger, but pressed Hal's shoulder and said, "I know you think I won't go gambling even if the sky falls. In fact, I'm not here to gamble."
"Then why are you here?!" Hal was obviously very angry. He said, "Don't tell me you are curious or you have never seen similar scenes. Do you know how many people fell into the abyss and were smashed to pieces because of this curiosity? Do you think you are immune just because you are an alien?"
Clark sighed and said, "Hal, Hal! Calm down! You know if I was curious about gambling, I'd have more opportunities to get in touch with it than having to come here."
Hal finally calmed down. He put his hands on his hips, turned around, sighed and said, "Then why are you here? Even if it has nothing to do with gambling, it's very dangerous here."
"I followed Oliver,"
Hal looked at him with wide eyes and said, "So that figure I just saw was really Oliver?"
"It's him." Clark turned his body and looked toward the back door of the dock and said, "It'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 ticket. He's most likely 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 with us here, Oliver still thinks he is a lonely man in big trouble and desperate. This may be the most angry thing that has made me in the past ten years."
Clark knew that what he said was too conservative, and that he might have guessed it before he told him, so he was so excited just now.
Anyone who finds out that their good friend is here and obviously didn't buy a ticket to board the ship would definitely be angry.
You are in a big trouble that you feel 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 to ask them to help you. No matter who is in this friend's position, they will definitely be furious.
It's like you have a close friend who has been through life and death with you and is your lifelong friend. When he needs money, the first thing he thinks of is to borrow from a loan shark. However, not only are you not poor, you are even quite well-off and absolutely capable of helping him. To a loyal person, this can be considered a humiliation.
Seeing Hal's face flushed with anger, Clark could only comfort him first, and then said, "Actually, I lost control of my abilities in the bar because I felt something was wrong with Oliver. His emotions were too intense, but Dr. Schiller was there at the time, 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 a big deal out of anything!" Hal was so angry that he blurted out, "I really can't stand people who don't talk about anything openly, and have to wait until the conflict is so intense that it is irreversible before they stand up and show off their smart brains! 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 should do their best to help him to the best of their ability. No matter what trouble there was, they should be nipped in the bud and everything should be done to reduce the suffering of everyone.
But people like Schiller and Batman don't deal with it that way. They choose to watch silently and wait quietly until the other party is willing to speak or the trouble becomes so serious that it has to be dealt with, and then they lend a hand.
Clark couldn't understand this kind of people before, but now he understands that his friends are adults with mature minds. When they still have reason, if they encounter any troubles and are unwilling to speak up, they must have their reasons.
You must force them to speak, although it may help in the end, but forcing those who are unwilling to speak out to speak is, to some extent, creating pain for them, using this pain to exchange for your own sense of righteousness.
(End of this chapter)