บท 1248: Chapter 844: The stupid are full of money, so come quickly! (Part 1)_1
Once a person enters civilized society, they enjoy the benefits provided by its rules, but similarly, they are also domesticated by these rules.
For instance, Savage was, in essence, just a barbarian. During the Neanderthals era, he obviously wouldn't have fancy hotels or high-rise apartments to live in. He could perfectly live in a cave, build a treehouse in a woodland, or just find an empty field and collapse to sleep under the vast sky.
In primitive times, all of that would have been perfectly acceptable; nobody would condemn him for sleeping in a cave. Yet in civilized society, even the lowest mobsters living in the slums have houses, and for the Great King Savage to sleep in a cave would seem rather squalid.
Savage doesn't consider himself a barbarian. He believes he's stronger than any human; thus, he would never accept being more miserable than the lowest folk.
This mindset limits him, making him forget he's not originally from a civilized society. There's no need to obey its rules; as long as his basic survival needs are met, there's no need to be concerned about where he lives.
However, this prosperous and indulgent society has corroded his heart, born from the distant primitive past. Though he thinks he should not lag behind others, in reality, he also enjoys the luxury life here.
So, he doesn't want to live with those poor folks. Even if the conditions are not on par with Sokolov's Grand Hotel, they shouldn't be too bad either. Even if it's not a presidential suite, it should at least have two rooms and a large living room, with a kitchen and a bathroom that's fully equipped.
To find such a house, Savage has to step into Living Hell first. But to go into Fire Hell, he has to dodge the mob patrollers or take them down first.
So, Savage encountered the same problem he did when trespassing on Falcone Family's territory before—the mobsters here are just too many.
Gotham is not a city where mobs protect civilians. It isn't a place where mobs rule a part of the area and send out a few bodyguards to patrol, it's a place where everyone is a mobster. The only difference is that locals might not be a part of the mobs which rule here.
The ordinary inhabitants here most likely work as mobsters elsewhere, or may have patrolled before. Their casual strolls around Living Hell are patrols in their own right.
When Bruce infiltrated the mobsters before, he discovered that those who had watched the door or patrolled had sharp eyes and easily distinguished who was there for trouble or who was there to make a scene.
Due to their profession, many local residents here are very alert and can discern well. As soon as a stranger appears, they immediately report, and if a stranger tries to intrude, it's akin to mobilizing everyone to fight.
The old folk and the children can't hold guns, but that applies only to old people who can hardly move and have to stay in bed, and little children who can't quite walk yet or lift their hands. So, aside from these people, everyone else can hold a gun.
No need to mention their shooting practices. Because the educational level in the East District is relatively low and people don't tend to have high screen time, everyone's overtone is not bad, and targeting is a piece of cake for them. On the first day Savage entered, he received a hearty welcome.
Savage didn't even know when he was exposed. Suddenly, the people around him disappeared and then suddenly appeared in the window. One after another, black holes of gun barrels pointed at him. Following that was the sound of deafening gongs and drums, firecrackers exploding, red flags flying high, and crowded masses.
Savage contemplated and concluded that appearing in broad daylight might have been too conspicuous. Therefore, he changed his activity time to the night. However, that is when Batman is active.
Eventually, Savage understood why Batman wore all black.
His vibrant ethnic attire stood out glaringly in Gotham's exceptionally black night. Batman, dressed in pitch black, perfectly merged into the night. When the two were circling around Living Hell, all the guns were pointing at Savage.
He dove headfirst into Gotham's most densely populated slum, and unsurprisingly, his skills were of no use to him. After all, the previous gang who infiltrated here came in with a green glow and left in tears.
One very significant benefit of Gotham's mob society is that it ensures both individual and group fighting capacity and the ambitions to fight. Years of intense bloodshed competition domesticated everyone into bloodthirsty beasts.
When they discern a foreign presence invading their turf, they instinctively pick up their weapons to resist. There are no second thoughts in their minds. It's an instinct developed to ensure their safety and survival in this community, regardless of how formidable the enemy might be.
Once, when Constantine was drunk in the East District, he summoned two demons in a stupor. The demons usually responding to Constantine were often fearful on the inside, albeit fierce and mighty on the outside, making them appear extremely foreboding.
The demons came in roars. In less than three minutes, they were beaten down in a large brawl. When they returned to Hell, they had two rockets sticking out of their heads.
The locals here do not care what the opponent looks like, their capabilities, how strong they seem, or even their deterrence power.
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