Gotham's East End, the Freaky Outfit Bar.
Electronic signs in every color lined both sides of the street like dominoes standing on a table, drowning the bar in a sea of converging neon light.
"I'm telling you, the Wayne Family originally made its fortune by selling ass. This story came down from my friend's grandfather's grandfather.
"Apparently, before the founder of the Wayne Family came to Gotham, he made a living selling ass. One potato per session.
"What? You're saying I don't have proof?"
Under the flickering neon lights, Lynn set his glass on the table, leaned forward, and whispered to the burly men gathered around him:
"Think about it. The founder of the Wayne Family was penniless back then. All he had was a halfway decent face. How could he have begged for so long without starving to death, and even made it to Gotham?
"Wouldn't he have had to sell his body in exchange for food?
"Besides, food was expensive back then. Plenty of women didn't even have food to spare, much less enough to trade with him. So his customers must have been men!"
The burly men around him sucked in sharp breaths, their faces filled with astonishment.
"So you're saying the founder of the Wayne Family wandered around selling ass for three years before coming to Gotham?"
One heavily bearded man widened his eyes, as though he had just learned some closely guarded secret.
"Of course. Haven't you noticed that Bruce Wayne always has women hanging off him in public, but people have actually exposed him as gay?
"That's because his ancestor sold ass, and he doesn't want anyone finding out!"
Lynn raised his glass and took a small sip. The cool liquor slid down his throat into his stomach, bringing a tingling rush.
He continued:
"And... I also have photos of members of Gotham's biggest gang-the Bat Gang-selling ass. Apparently, the Bat Gang has ties to Bruce Wayne..."
As he spoke, Lynn followed the red marker on his system map and looked toward the bar.
In one of the booths by the bar sat a gorgeous blonde with a smoking-hot figure and a revealing outfit, sipping from her glass.
"Brother, can we talk in private?" One of the burly men wanted to ask Lynn to show him the photos of the Bat Gang selling ass.
"Piss off. Don't interrupt me while I'm picking up women."
Lynn kicked him in the ass, knocking him straight to the floor.
"Ohoho... that hits the spot!" The man lay on the floor, his face flushed.
Lynn: "..."
Gotham truly deserved to rank alongside Florida. The people here really were freaks.
He walked straight over to the beautiful blonde and plopped down beside her.
"Beautiful, I can see a dark shadow over your forehead. I'm afraid it's a sign of something big and ominous."
The blonde set down her glass and turned to look at Lynn. Her eyes immediately lit up.
"Handsome, what do you mean, big and ominous? I don't understand."
Lynn instinctively glanced down, then immediately raised his head, exclaiming:
"Whew... definitely a big omen. Those really are huge."
Seeing his reaction, the blonde covered her mouth and giggled, a blush flashing across her pale face.
"Handsome, are you alone?"
"Actually, I'm three people." Lynn raised an eyebrow. "One's called Boss, one's called Brother Ji, and one's called Dinosaur War God."
The blonde froze, then reacted like a Hakimi meme.
"Huh?"
Lynn called over the bartender and ordered an Ice and Fire, putting it on the blonde's tab.
"Try solving a riddle. Consider it your reward for buying me a drink."
The blonde: "..."
Did I ever say I was buying you a drink?
"Once upon a time, there was a donkey. He told the animals in the forest a joke. When he finished, every animal laughed except the cat. Do you know why?"
As Lynn finished, the bartender handed him the Ice and Fire he had ordered.
The blonde furrowed her brows slightly, her fingertips stroking her pale thigh as she sank into thought.
After a moment, she raised her head.
"Because the cat laughs too easily?"
"Wrong."
Lynn shook his head and swirled his glass a few times.
"Because a Hakimi is hard for an ass to amuse."
The blonde: "..."
What the fuck was that supposed to be?
"Ahahaha, that riddle's pretty funny."
She gave him a fake smile, her fingertips lightly tracing his chest.
A faint blush appeared on her delicate, pale face, making it look like a red apple.
"Handsome... do you have any plans tonight? I'd like you to help treat my condition."
Her voice instantly turned soft and sweet, with a hint of temptation.
Had an ordinary person been standing there, his little head would probably have taken control of his big head in an instant, leaving him completely bewitched.
Unfortunately, Lynn wasn't an ordinary person. He was a player.
"But I'm not a doctor. You should see a doctor about that."
Looking troubled, Lynn reluctantly offered a suggestion.
"I know a pretty good doctor. He really opens his patients up and gets right to their hearts. He's famous around here."
"But nobody else can cure my condition. Only you can~"
The blonde put on a sweet, breathy voice that practically melted into Lynn's bones.
Although Lynn wasn't a doctor, he still diagnosed her symptoms at a glance.
"You're such a slut." Lynn wore the exact same expression as Hong Shixian.
"That's my condition. Won't you help cure it~?"
The blonde clasped Lynn's right hand in both of hers, pressing it against her full breasts and rubbing it back and forth.
Lynn glanced around, squirmed bashfully, and said with a shy expression:
"But there are people everywhere. Isn't that a little inappropriate?"
The blonde leaned close to Lynn's ear. Her warm breath brushed against it, sending a tingling sensation through him.
"We can go somewhere else and give it a thorough treatment~"
Looks like she really is seriously ill.
Lynn nodded. The blonde pulled him to his feet and led him out of the Freaky Outfit Bar into an empty alley nearby.
"Handsome... I really need you to help treat me
"right now."
As she spoke, four rows of big white teeth appeared in the dark alley behind her.
Lynn: ???
What the fuck is that?
"Wait, why did four rows of pearly white teeth appear behind you?"
"Those are my four Black brothers!" the blonde snapped.
"That damned racial trait."
Lynn gritted his teeth.
I'm shaking with rage. When will Earth Online finally delete this pitch-black race?
"Heh heh..."
The blonde sneered. Looking at Lynn, she wore an intrigued expression and scoffed.
"Handsome, I'd advise you not to resist. Those four are known as the Dickhead Four!
"Every one of them has an exceptional talent. Every one has his own secret technique.
"Their standing in the gay world is like Batman and Superman's in the superhero world."
Lynn froze on the spot at her declaration.
"Holy shit! How the fuck did we cross over into Black Tiger?"
Even the Dickhead Four have turned into four Black men?
The four tall, muscular Black men slowly stepped forward with lewd smiles, clearly eyeing Lynn's ass.
"I suggest you cooperate with them. Otherwise, when they get rough, you might..."
Before the blonde could finish, Lynn interrupted her.
"Boss! Grant me strength!!"
The moment he shouted, she saw the towering phantom of a muscular Black man appear behind Lynn.
Then Lynn's muscles abruptly swelled, and he raised his elbow, driving it forward with brutal force.
The Black phantom behind him mirrored his movement, letting out a powerful roar.
"Man!"