Nobody can stop me from drawing cards in Gotham!

Chapter 42 Passing by Oliver

As it turns out, the evils of capitalism may indeed have their unique appeal, to the point that even an originally honest and simple young man can't help but become addicted to it.

—This is Jaeger's reflection on the entire process of following the young man through the fog, witnessing his initial resistance, his tearful acceptance after his resistance failed, and finally his initiative to join the disco army on the deck, popping champagne towers and shouting "I am Bruce Wayne!"

Back in the day, Mark Twain wrote "The Million Pound Note," and now Jaeger might be inspired to write "A Day with Bruce Wayne," describing the immeasurable harm that becoming Bruce Wayne would do to teenagers... just kidding.

In any case, there was no point in staring at the young man who was engrossed in playing Bruce at the moment, so Jaeger withdrew his senses from the fog and only let the poisonous fog keep an eye on things before returning to the corridor where the room was located.

"Poisonous fog." Jaeger asked, glancing at the rows of door numbers along the corridor. "Have you finished what I told you to do?"

"All done." The poison mist was multitasking with remarkable ease. "I've already used the mist to inspect the entire Ocean Prayer, but I haven't found the real Bruce Wayne."

"I'm afraid he didn't even board the ship," Jaeger said, stroking his chin. "Although the party was held in his name, he himself didn't attend."

"How clever of him to promote his playboy reputation in this way while still making time for his own things..."

"But he probably never imagined that a 'Bruce Wayne' would actually take his place on the ship and make his presence known to everyone."

"What a coincidence," said the poisonous fog.

"But is it really just a coincidence?" Jaeger asked.

If the other party is just an ordinary person who happened to be on the Ocean Prayer, then the special event card will not be triggered at all.

"Let's find Bruce's room first," Jaeger said finally. "Even if Bruce isn't on the ship, he should have left a room as a cover, pretending he's staying there."

"Since that person is going to play Bruce again, he will inevitably return to that room in the end... We can leave fog in that room in advance as a surveillance camera, and take the opportunity to observe him to see if he will give any clues about his true identity when he is alone."

"But how are we going to know which room belongs to Bruce Wayne?" Poison Mist wondered. "He wouldn't leave items with personal information in a room where he's pretending to be on vacation and not actually staying, would he?"

"Hmph." Jaeger chuckled. "Just you wait and see, the wisdom of the people."

Poisonous fog: ?

Then he watched as Jaeger suddenly made a sharp turn, grabbing a blond young man who was walking past him with unsteady steps, reeking of alcohol and pungent perfume: "Hey, buddy..."

Even the toxic fog was terrified by his action, causing a girl to scream: "Wait, Langdon! You forgot you're socially awkward!"

"Don't worry, he's so drunk he can't remember anything," Jaeger reassured Toxic Mist. "Besides, can't someone with social anxiety ask for directions? That's discrimination against people with social anxiety!"

Moreover, based on what the poisonous fog had said before, Jaeger later thought about it again and believed that the core of the character of [Landon Parrels] might not be the so-called social anxiety.

After all, social anxiety is just a facade. The real direction of Langdon Parrels's role should be "pretending to be socially anxious"—in other words, using this to refuse communication and contact with others when necessary. Isn't this a bizarre way of socially anxious that isolates everyone by one's own power?

As it turned out, Jaeger was right, because the poker table did not react to his probing behavior.

So this is indeed the direction that Langdon Parrels is going to take in his portrayal.

Taking advantage of the moment when the poisonous fog choked on his words, Jaeger had already spoken to the young man: "I just remembered that I borrowed a razor from Bruce and haven't returned it yet, but he's currently making out with some girls, so I'm thinking of hanging it on his doorknob for now... Do you know where his room is?"

Poisonous fog: ?

Is that right? Jaeger's so-called wisdom of the masses is simply grabbing someone and asking where Bruce Wayne lives? What's the difference between that and grabbing someone on the street and asking for Jackie Chan's WeChat ID?

The blond guy, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, stared at Jaeger, then suddenly his eyes lit up: "Oh, it's you, Langdon—my boy, what brings you out today?"

Then he let out another burp: "Bruce?... He lives right next door, doesn't he? Haha, looks like you're still the same, don't like going out..."

"He really knows?!" Poison Mist thought.

"No one can stay indoors forever." Jaeger patted the other man on the shoulder. "Anyway, thanks, brother. I'll treat you to a drink later."

"Are you underestimating Oliver Quinn?" The blond youth suddenly glared, almost making him appear sober. "If anyone's going to treat, it should be me!"

"Alright, alright, you can have it." Yeg knew better than to argue with a drunkard, so he stroked the blond drunkard's hair and sent him away.

But the poisonous fog remarked, "So he's Oliver Queen..."

"Who?" Jaeger asked.

He really just grabbed it randomly... no, you can't say that, there was actually a little thought behind it.

Currently, the girls on this cruise ship, if not used to promote Bruce Wayne's fake playboy persona, are probably his wealthy friends, and most likely know where their rooms are.

"A notorious playboy from Star City, also a billionaire, and the heir to Quinn Industries," Poison Mist said. "Parells Industries occasionally collaborates with them."

Speaking of this, Jaeger suddenly remembered something: "Right, I've never asked, since I have intermittent amnesia and forget everything from time to time... how exactly do the Parelers Group and Parelers Industries continue to operate normally?"

"Of course it's thanks to me," the poisonous fog said proudly. "Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm very clever."

"Aside from some ideas you came up with yourself, I've always kept a portion of Fog in the chairman's office main computer at Gotham Parrels Tower to handle various group affairs."

"So there's a long-standing legend at the Parelers Group about a CEO who's never seen, but that's actually me," Poison Mist added.

Upon hearing this, Jaeger couldn't help but think: You really never know who you're talking to through a screen...

At the same time, Jaeger didn't forget to sincerely praise the poisonous fog: "I see, that's great."

The note in that symbiote equipment card is right, symbiotes are indeed very useful, no wonder everyone is craving them.

While he was saying those few words, Jaeger had already reached his room.

A faint mist, almost blending into the surroundings, silently rose from his body, and then he quickly slipped under the door of the next room.

At the same time, Jaeger casually opened his room door, and the moment he closed it, he connected with the fog's five senses.

The situation in the next room immediately came into view, completely transparent.

Why do I have this strange feeling that I'm a CIA agent...? Jaeger muttered to himself as he quickly checked the room next door.

The layout of this room was similar to his, and just as Poison Mist had said before, although there were some scattered personal belongings and signs that had been deliberately disguised as someone having been in the room, there were no items left that could identify an individual.

If Oliver Quinn hadn't been so decisive in selling people (?), Jaeger might not have been able to find Bruce's room.

Thank you, Oliver, my new plastic buddy!