Did Ah Fu retire today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Ah Fu is sure, his master is just angry.

The proof was that Bruce hadn't spoken a word to him all the way to Crime Alley.This was already quite an emotional crisis for the master and servant.

Ah Fu, who is well versed in the principle of accepting as soon as he sees it, wisely did not provoke the master any more. He closed his eyes and rested his mind obediently along the way, until more than half an hour later, the sports car stopped steadily outside the gate of No. 211. Only then reopened his eyes.

Yes, steady.

The reason why Bruce sat in the driver's seat was because he knew that Ah Fu was driving slowly, and he wanted to drive faster to meet Dick as soon as possible.

After all, although it's not night yet, Gotham's crime rate is still within the tolerance of the citizens, but it is still not friendly enough for a boy under 12 years old and a cub who has just turned two years old.Even if they have undergone specialized training, their fighting instincts have surpassed those of many adults.

He blasted the car as fast as he could, galloped into Crime Alley, and had to give up the idea of ​​driving fast as soon as he got in.

The street from which his tragedy originated has changed greatly.

Twenty years ago, it was also known as Park Street. The roads are spacious and bright, and there are theaters, business districts, and all kinds of restaurants. It is a good place for middle and upper-class people in Gotham to live.

But since the death of Bruce's parents, the name of Park Street has gradually been forgotten, and the name of Crime Lane has become the mainstream instead.The rich moved away one after another, and this place gradually became a gathering place for the poor and thieves, and it will never return to the past.

Waste cardboard boxes and trash cans are piled up on both sides of the road, or hangover men, or ragged homeless men are lying crookedly on the ground, making the originally spacious road narrow and difficult to walk.

It took a lot of effort for Bruce to barely maintain the state of moving without being completely blocked in the middle of the road.

But because of this, his speed slowed down as a matter of course.

It took them just 10 minutes to drive to Crime Alley before, and it took them more than 20 minutes to finally arrive at No. 211 that Dick mentioned.

Contrary to the expectations of the master and servant, 211 is not a house, nor is it a public place such as a restaurant or deli, but a small apartment that seems to have been abandoned for a long time?

Standing downstairs in the apartment, Bruce gradually frowned.

Ah Fu shouldered the heavy responsibility of "coaxing the master". After experiencing the silence all the way, in order to maintain the best master-servant relationship in the United States, he planned to say something to ease the dull atmosphere with Bruce.

He walked over: "Master, don't you want to go up?"

Bruce: "..." He silently moved away half a step.

Ah Fu was not frustrated, but moved closer: "Don't you want to talk to your poor housekeeper?"

Bruce pursed his lips: "...I was just thinking."

"Oh." Ah Fu asked inquisitively, "What are you thinking about?"

Bruce sighed and dealt with his butler: "I don't like this kind of place, abandoned apartments, abandoned factories, empty playgrounds...they all give me bad associations."

Ah Fu: "Like your old opponent, the clown?"

Bruce added: "For example, there are many transactions that cannot be carried out on the bright side. I hope it is just my worry. Dick is not involved in any bad incidents."

"You'd better not say that," said the butler worriedly.

Bruce looked at him suspiciously: "Why?"

Ah Fu said: "Because the direction of things, it often develops in a direction that people don't want, such as your banquet."

Bruce was forced to recall the previous banquet. He assured Alfred that nothing would happen before everything started. As a result, within two hours, his manor was powered off first, and then it became Maroney's "putting away" Fireworks" free land, resulting in the banquet being directly interrupted and cancelled.

The only thing that wasn't that bad was that the explosion at the gate wasn't that serious... It could even be said that it wasn't as bad as Mr. Stark's high-tech gauntlet, which caused serious damage, but anyway, it was a bad thing What the heck.

Bruce followed Ah Fu's suggestion, stopped saying those words that were easy to be slapped in the face, and pointed directly at the closed door: "Let's go in and talk about it."

The old butler nodded in agreement, then pushed the door tentatively.

The door lock of this apartment was broken, and someone at the entrance had replaced the lock with an iron chain, and it was simply sealed.

But because the iron chain is relatively long, the door is not locked.

With a little force, Ah Fu pushed the two closed doors forward to the limit, and easily opened a gap of nearly a foot within the allowable range of the iron chain.

That's enough for a kid to get through, and even a slender adult would be fine, but it's a little more difficult for someone with a strong chest like Bruce.

He looked at the gap for a while, then tentatively squatted down, and rubbed sideways from under the iron chain.

He had an instant near failure.

It was exactly halfway through the body, at that time his chest happened to be the most straight, and his buttocks happened to be the most upturned, he spent a lot of effort before he squeezed in with a slight slant.

He successfully passed through the locked gate, stood in the apartment building, patted the dust on his suit, and smoothed out the large folds on the back waist and trouser legs, then stood up straight again, and turned his gaze back to on the housekeeper.

"Hurry up, Fu," Bruce urged, "We have to hurry up."

Ah Fu looked at the gap hesitantly, suspecting that he would not be able to get through.

Bruce and the butler have been together for so many years, and he can analyze most of the other's thoughts with just a little expression in the other's eyes, and it is naturally the same at this time.He immediately saw Ah Fu's worry, and smiled to comfort him.

"Of course you can come here, haven't I succeeded?" He looked at the butler's figure and said solemnly, "You will never be stronger than me, don't worry."

Alfred still couldn't feel at ease.

He always felt that things would not be that simple, but at present, it seems that the only way to enter this apartment...or the only way in the short term is to squeeze in through the crack of the door.

In order to quickly find the two young masters, he resigned himself to half squatting down, imitating the master's previous posture, and squeezed into the gap.

As Bruce expected, Ah Fu passed smoothly at first, but it was completely beyond his expectation. When the butler's pectoral muscles and buttocks passed through the gap at the same time, an embarrassing scene appeared.

Alfred was stuck.

Bruce's expression was a little magical: "This is impossible."

Ah Fu began to sweat, and he did not forget to correct: "This has already happened."

Bruce said ridiculously: "Just now, I came from the same place..."

Ah Fu said: "I was also there, I saw the master, you don't need to repeat it again."

Only then did Bruce say the second half of the sentence in disbelief: "...but you are stuck."

"I thought, in the clothing store, you should have a new understanding of your housekeeper?"

Although Ah Fu changed back to a black tuxedo, he also tried on a tight-fitting thin T-shirt in the clothing store before. The master clearly saw his figure at that time, why is he putting on an unbelievable look now?

It's not really Bruce's fault.

In his all-time impression, Ah Fu is a gentle old gentleman with only one abdominal muscle. Although he has been providing assistance to him at night, it is only some logistical work, which is not offensive in itself.

Then today, in the clothing store, I suddenly saw the butler in tights, and realized that the other party seemed to be a little different from what I imagined.But because it was just a glimpse and there was no reference, he didn't realize how strong Ah Fu was.

Until now.

Bruce looked at the butler who was in a dilemma in the crack of the door, and his mentality gradually collapsed.

Ah Fu sighed with a headache, and had no choice but to turn his head to appease his master: "It's nothing, it can't explain anything except that I'm stronger than you."

Bruce said sullenly, "But that's the crux of the matter."

He has been trained by the ninja master for five years, and he has been on the Gotham Night Patrol for three years. He fights almost every day, but his figure is not as good as an old butler with gray hair?

Bruce almost pursed his lips into a straight line, unable to bear the accusation.

Ah Fu clearly realized that he might not be able to count on the master right now.

He tried his best to tilt his body, but he didn't know what angle he found, and his upper body was squeezed in.

But it seemed more difficult for the ass to come over. He had to cut off a section of the door under the astonished gaze of the master, and finally squeezed into the apartment with difficulty.

He heaved a sigh of relief, and cleaned up his tuxedo in some embarrassment.

Bruce looked at him hesitantly, and after reluctantly accepting that the butler's chest muscles were bigger than his, he had to face the terrifying fact that the other's ass was also taller than his own.

Is this really an old man?

A deep doubt rose in his heart, and then when he saw the other party breaking the door, this doubt reached its peak.

"Ah Fu, you seem to be a bit strong?" Bruce looked at the broken wooden door on the ground questioningly.

Ah Fu looked at the dilapidated thick wooden door, and regretted that he was in a hurry and forgot to control his strength.

"It's been a long time, so I'm not very strong." He explained guiltily, "And I exercise every day, so I should be quite strong."

This explanation is obviously not credible.

Bruce frowned, and wanted to say something more, but a series of footsteps from upstairs interrupted him abruptly.

The master and servant found the cover vigilantly, moved sideways and hid behind them in unison, and then followed the footsteps to look over.

"Afu? Bruce?" A familiar voice sounded, it was the Dick they were looking for, "I knew it was you!"

The questioning was interrupted, Ah Fu couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief that he didn't have to deal with his more sensitive master for the time being.

He came out from behind several large cardboard boxes and looked at Dick.

There was no wound on the young master's face, and his clothes were not stained, so he obviously didn't encounter any trouble.

But Ah Fu was puzzled, why did Master Dick suddenly have two little tails behind him?

Of course he knew Master Damian, but who was that black-haired and blue-eyed little Douding who was looking at them warily, with an unfriendly look?

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I was the one who took pictures yesterday. I searched for Grandpa kfc, but he can’t get out now. I seem to be able to _(:з)∠)_