Tony looked at Drake.
"How did I not realize you were this—"
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"Damn it, I'm going to skin you alive! I'll chop off your balls and shove them into your mouths where they belong! You bastards! You two just wait to die."
The bullets that were hitting the corner of the wall suddenly came faster.
The man's curses echoed through the street and his choice of words and tone showed he was even angrier than before.
"He's getting impatient."
Drake shook his head, "What I don't like about Gotham is that people here get angry easily. They have short tempers and don't want to talk things out."
After a few minutes, Drake suddenly said, "Hey, why did the noise stop?"
The next moment, a fierce burly man suddenly appeared, and a black muzzle of a gun pointed directly at the two of them.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Before Tony could even pull the trigger, the man fired two shots instantly.
He felt a sharp sting in his hand, and the Glock was knocked from his grip.
Drake's gun also fell to the ground.
"Damn it!"
"Bang!"
A hot blast of air exploded.
The fast bullets flew through the air and just missed Tony's forehead, cutting a line through his short black hair.
He instinctively closed his eyes, but the next bullet never came. Instead, Tony heard gunshots near the bus and something heavy falling.
He opened his eyes in confusion and saw the burly man with the gun lying on the ground.
However, Drake looked just as confused like he was trying to figure out if he was the one who knocked the man down.
They looked at each other for a moment.
Tony crouched down and gently checked the man's body. He didn't see any wounds, and the man was still breathing, and his heart was still beating.
"He's not dead, just knocked out."
"Why did he pass out?"
"No idea. Maybe he got stunned by some damn bad luck."
Even though he said this, Tony already had a vague suspicion in his mind.
It's usually safer to stay away from superheroes, but today, someone saved his life.
Therefore, Tony felt like he owed that person a big favor.
The ability and technique to knock out a burly armed man in seconds and then vanish without a sound was very typical of Catwoman.
"Don't just stand there! Take all the guns and bullets from him and tie him up tight."
Drake wasn't much of a fighter, but his reflexes were quick.
It seemed he had indeed learned a thing or two during this past year in Gotham.
While signaling to Tony, Drake swiftly searched the man's belongings.
They ended up finding a Beretta, a Colt revolver, and along with the Colt M2000 that Drake held. They had three guns in total and, two magazines and two bags of bullets in the man's pockets.
"Are you sure he's not part of some gang?"
Tony asked as he tied up the man, "I really don't want to get called by some gang boss for a 'talk' tomorrow."
"I remember he's been in quite a few gangs but never stayed long. Look, the gang tattoos on his body seem to have been removed, and the remaining tattoos don't mean much. I guess even the gang leaders couldn't handle his bad temper."
"You rode the bus for half a year with him around and never noticed this guy was after you?"
"The only reason I survived riding the bus for six months is because I don't look around or ask questions. This guy seems like he's ready to throw a punch at anyone. How was I supposed to know he actually had it in for me?"
As he spoke, Drake pulled out his wallet, then hesitated for a moment.
"To be honest, I'm kind of reluctant to let him go alive."
Tony looked at the burly man, feeling conflicted. Even though killing and stealing were wrong, this man had come dangerously close to taking his life.
He thought it over carefully and then turned to Drake.
"Does he know where you live?"
Drake was surprised and then his face looked strange.
"He doesn't seem to have ever been near my house."
"But if he wanted to find out, he could've already figured it out, right?"
"Yeah."
Hearing this, Tonny put away the gun in his hand.
"Since the one who saved us didn't kill him, let's follow his wishes—put the wallet back. That money might be useful to us, but it's not much."
Drake looked at Tony with some surprise.
Suddenly, Drake felt like even without his help, this new friend might be able to adapt to living in Gotham pretty well.
Of course, Gotham's way of doing things wasn't necessarily the right way and letting him go today meant it was possible that same guy might shoot them both in the back.
"You decide."
Drake shoved the wallet back in casually, "However, I'm definitely not taking this bus again tomorrow. I'm no cowboy from the Wild West."
He shrugged. After all, Drake had no save points to start over and could totally understand that.
"I think he kind of looks like a cowboy. What's his name?"
"Banner. Clinton Banner."
Bang!
A gunshot rang out on the street, followed by an old man shouting loudly, "Old Jack's about to leave! Everyone get on the bus!"
Tony looked at Clinton, who was tied up and leaning against the corner of the wall. He showed no signs of waking up yet.
So Tony casually stuffed the revolver and bullets back into Clinton's hand and placed a hat on his head.
"See you later, crazy cowboy."
He said that as he and Drake ran toward Old Jack's battered bus.
Suddenly, Banner's eyes opened and easily shook off the jackets they used like ropes to tie him up.
Clearly, Tony wasn't very skilled at tying people up. He pulled out the revolver and aimed it at Tony's back, but he didn't pull the trigger.
"Bang."
He mimicked the gunshot sound with his mouth, then put the gun away and turned to leave.
"See you next time, asshole."