American comics: Starting in Arkham, a system-based Batman

Chapter 38 Facing the Enemy Head-on

Jung Eun found it hard to imagine how a group of office clerks could create so many wounds.

Given that this was an investment company located in Gotham, and considering the local tough-guy culture, it was hard for him not to think that this was a trace left after a failed investment and a passionate conversation between a customer and the clerk.

Thinking about it this way, Jung Eun seemed to understand why she had been invited for the interview.

Although he has only average education, no work experience, and his dreams are still unrealistic, he lives in the East District.

It is well known that the people of Gotham are simple and honest, and the people of the East Side are especially known for their martial spirit.

Jung Eun: They wouldn't be looking for a security guard, would they?

It is not impossible.

Compared to being a clerk who's constantly busy and might even be forced by customers to play real-life video games, being a security guard is much more relaxed, which suits him perfectly.

Zheng En told the receptionist about the interview appointment, and the receptionist politely asked him to wait a moment while she went in to announce his arrival. She came out quickly afterward.

"Mr. Jean, please. The boss is already waiting for you inside."

Zheng En was puzzled. Why make such a big fuss about interviewing a security guard? The company's CEO even had to come in person.

The receptionist led him inside, and as soon as he entered, the people inside came over to greet him.

"Welcome, welcome."

The man who approached was a middle-aged man in a well-tailored suit. He clapped his hands as he walked toward Zheng En, then stopped and extended his hand. "Hello, I am Richard Siennis."

He smiled at Zheng En, who could feel the other man's gaze lingering on his face for a long time, making him very uncomfortable.

What, is there a physical appearance requirement for security guard interviews?

Jung Eun really wanted to ask Seannis that, but she honestly replied, "Hello, I'm Jean."

He didn't want to bring his troubles onto Jason, so he used a pseudonym when speaking to others.

When I reached out and shook hands, the other person seemed to be testing me, and used a lot of force.

Zheng En pinched back without hesitation. Although he had not deliberately trained his body, he had [Mastery of Melee Combat], and by using his skills to apply clever force, bullying his future boss was no big deal.

Since Siennis was the first to let go, Zheng En let him off the hook.

"Great, Jean." He smiled and patted Jung Eun on the shoulder. "When I looked at your resume, I knew you would be the kind of talent our company needs."

Seeing that Sinnis's hands were still a little red and swollen, Jung Eun smiled and said, "I'm honored."

Since Siennis showed no intention of sitting down, Zheng En stood with him and followed him around the room.

"You know what? Jean, I am a person who admires the spirit of the samurai."

Siennis picked up a mask hanging on the wall; it was a frightening mask with a blue face and fangs. Zheng En didn't know what he wanted to say.

But since this person in front of him was very likely to be the future boss, he casually agreed, "I can tell."

With just a quick glance, he could tell that most of the decorations in the room were related to samurai. There were shelves on the floor and tables filled with all sorts of weapons.

A medieval-style helmet hangs on the wall, and a demon mask with blue faces and fangs faces the desk. On either side of the desk, there are even sets of ancient Japanese armor, exquisitely crafted and with a simple and elegant style, which are obviously very expensive.

Siennis seemed pleased with his reaction. "I knew you understood me."

Jung Eun: I'm not blind.

Jung Eun didn't quite understand how his brain worked, but he didn't need to argue with him.

"High-end finance is a tough business; to succeed, you need to become a warrior."

Siannis tossed the mask over his shoulder and slammed it onto his face. "Sometimes, a mask may hide the face, but it can release the soul from the body."

Zheng En thought of a joke she had seen online before: "Some people seem to be wearing a mask, but in reality, they have taken it off."

Sinnis's gaze at Jung Eun burned even hotter, as if it had gained a temperature that even the mask with its blue face and fangs couldn't block.

"Yes, that's right, that's right."

He clapped enthusiastically. "Jean, I've seen your resume. You're Chinese, from the East District. You must have worked very hard to get to where you are today."

"I think it's the same in the East District. If you want to succeed, you have to fight like a samurai."

He walked over and slowly paced around Zheng En. "It must be very difficult to survive in the East District."

No, not at all.

Jung Eun had no idea what Siennis was imagining, but she could inexplicably sense that the atmosphere was somewhat heated.

He mentally thought to himself, "Wait a minute, is this guy after my cleavage?"

Batman: "..."

Zheng En was used to Batman's silence, and sometimes he would deliberately provoke him to speak, but now he obviously didn't have that kind of energy.

Seeing that Siennis was about to get behind him, he quickly turned around to face the enemy, racking his brains to recall the literary jokes he had seen online before, and sighed in a pretentious manner.

"Life is simply about being born and living on; there's never any question of whether it's easy or difficult."

"Well said!"

Siennis clapped his hands sharply and took a dagger from the knife rack beside him. The dagger also looked like a highly collectible antique, with intricate and numerous patterns engraved on it.

"Jean, I can offer you a job with a very high salary." Siennis's voice was very soft, as if he were bewitching her.

Hearing this, Zheng En silently clenched her buttocks, staring intently at the other person without blinking, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

His wariness seemed to be misinterpreted by Siennis as something else, or perhaps the other party was a pervert. Seeing Zheng En's reaction, he felt even more pleased and turned the dagger he was playing with to point it at Zheng En's chest.

He's really gay.

Jung Eun couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Siennis's wrist with one hand, his grief and anger turning into an outward force. "So what? I thought there would be a 'but' right after that."

"Just tell me straight, what do you mean? What do you want me to do?"

The sharp pain in his wrist made Siennis twitch his eye, but he remained composed as the tip of the dagger slowly sliced ​​across Zheng En's chest.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a chance."

Jung Eun-jin couldn't take it anymore. He increased the force in his hand and violently flung Siennis's hand away. "You're crazy!"

The dagger was knocked away and fell to the ground. Zheng En turned around and walked out with a thud, his steps firm and his eyes sharp.

Siennis continued to boast, "You'll change your mind, Jean."

Without turning his head, Zheng En gave him the middle finger.

He walked quickly and reacted quickly when someone bumped into him.

Upon seeing the clerk's bandaged hand, he was instantly reminded of the knives in Siennis's office.

At the same time, a notification sounded in his mind indicating that a mission had been issued.