"So, what about when someone steals from you?" Bruce asked.
"I will take it back myself. I don't need anyone else to deliver justice for me. Yes, if everyone acted as I do, the world would be thrown into chaos, so what? Your wish is to maintain world peace, but mine is not."
"Bullying by force of words." Bruce commented.
Shiller had had dinner, but he wasn't planning on going to bed yet. Instead, he put on his coat, as if he was going outside. Bruce looked at him and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find a job. I can't work in the warehouse anymore, I have to find a new job to support myself, right?"
Bruce immediately felt a headache coming on. He said, "Where are you going to find a job this late at night?"
"Going to try my luck, there's always a chance." With that, Shiller left, leaving Bruce with no choice but to follow him quickly.
It was 9 o'clock at night, not too late, but the streets of Gotham were already pitch dark. Today, luckily, it hadn't rained yet.
Shiller walked and asked, "Last time you said that apart from moving loads, there were other jobs, right? ... Oh, serving dishes at a restaurant. Let's go to the food street and see if we can find a job opportunity."
When Bruce heard this, he took it in a different way, so he quickly caught up and said, "I'll tell you again, you can't kill anyone..."
Bruce thought he was gonna be argued with by Shiller, but Shiller nodded and said, "Okay, no problem."
Bruce followed him dubiously to the most bustling snack street near Living Hell. Shiller began to wander around. He would stop in front of every shop and talk to the stall owner or the waiter.
This time, Bruce didn't eat, nor go to the bathroom, he just watched Shiller at the side. He didn't believe that Shiller would commit a crime under his eyes.
An hour passed, and Shiller didn't make any unusual moves. He didn't suddenly disappear, nor make excuses to go to the bathroom. He just chatted with the owners of the small shops around him. Bruce found this strange, so he got closer to listen to a conversation between Shiller and a hot dog stand owner.
"...Yes, running a business is really difficult now. There are too many competitors. I understand the situation you described earlier. Don't worry, it's easy to get something that will cause diarrhea or vomiting. After simply filtering rainwater and dirty water, no one can tell..."
"Don't worry, in at most three days, at least half of your competitors will be gone. Now, let's talk about your payment..."
Bruce quickly rushed up, pulled Shiller back, and gritted his teeth, "You can't poison the food!"
It took Bruce a lot of effort to bring Shill back to his residence, stopping him from creating more job opportunities for Gotham.
Having kept a close eye on Shiller all day, Bruce was already quite exhausted. His nutrition was already inadequate, and he had spent a lot of energy, so as soon as he returned to the room, he fell asleep.
As a result, at about 5 o'clock the next morning, he heard some noises outside the door. He got up sleepily, opened the door, and saw Shiller in his jacket. Bruce asked again, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to find a job." Shiller answered casually, "I haven't found a job that suits me yet, so I need to get going early."
While buttoning up his overcoat he said, "Yesterday you mentioned that there were jobs for truck drivers. I'm going to take a look."
Bruce forced himself to stay awake, walked back like sleepwalking to put on his overcoat, then mustered up his energy and followed Shiller. He said, "You can't kill people, don't steal things, don't poison food... "
Shiller just kept walking as if he hadn't heard anything, going straight to the gathering place for truck drivers. He asked an old master where to find the Mob to get a truck. After getting the exact location, he started to wander around again.
All Bruce could do was squat on the side of the road, watching him walk from left to right, then from right to left, not knowing what he was up to today.
He realized that bringing Shiller to the ghetto was a mistake, probably a decision made by his brain in a state of malnutrition. He added another burden to his life in the ghetto that was making sure that Shiller did not turn Gotham into a city with only job positions.
Squatting at the street corner, Bruce felt very sleepy. Just as he was dozing off, suddenly, there was a loud "bang" on the nearby street. He immediately woke up and stood up from the roadside.
Bruce saw that on the road right in front of him, two trucks had collided, and one of the drivers was Shiller.
The other truck driver hadn't said anything, and Shiller was the first to jump out of the car, saying, "Hey! Brother, what's going on? It's a new car that I got today, and you crashed it like this?! And it's on New City's turf. Aren't you showing a lack of respect?"
Not only was Bruce woken up by the noise, but also the Mob members in this area. Coincidentally, Shiller's car was just picked up from them. Seeing it was damaged just two minutes after Shiller left, the Mob members' faces were not looking good.
"Hey, Claude, what the hell is going on? Deliberately stirring up trouble on our turf, aren't you?" A few Mob members walked over and approached the driver of the other truck. "This is our new recruit. He's meant to run the line to the cold store today. He just got his new car, and you've crashed it. Are you deliberately causing trouble?"
These Mob members didn't know anything about traffic rules and didn't clearly see who crashed into whom. But this was their territory after all. They couldn't show weakness. Regardless of who was responsible, they had to chastise the other party. Otherwise, wouldn't it be like criticizing their boss for failing to see people and recruiting a new driver who can't drive?
Shiller also joined in. He said, "I was going straight on. You turned in from the side and hit my car. I really don't understand how you could collide with me, there was no blind spot."
"I..." The other truck driver, named Claude, turned to look at the mirror on the corner of the street. At this point, the mirror was broken, but Shiller followed his gaze and said, "Yeah, the corner mirror is broken, but you should be an experienced driver. Don't tell me if you don't look at the corner mirror, you won't make the turn..."
Claude, seeing the Mob members getting closer, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, bad luck for me. What do you want?"
Although Claude had a backer too, he knew that he was in the wrong in this matter. He really hadn't paid attention before, and just pressed the accelerator hard right after making the turn, so it wasn't surprising that he had a collision.
Furthermore, the turf of his Mob was quite far from here. If he wanted to call people over to back him up, he would definitely get beaten up before they arrived. It really wasn't worth it.
"What can we do? Pay for the repairs, then get the hell out of here." Shiller gave him a glance and signaled to the Mob members nearby.
The Mob members immediately understood that there was money to be made from this situation. Holding their long spears, they walked over and said, "Hurry up, we don't want to use force. Just pay up and get lost!"
Claude spat on the ground, took out his wallet, and gave Shiller two banknotes. Shiller handed one of them to the Mob members and put the other one into his own pocket.
Meanwhile, Bruce, who had witnessed this group staging a "crash-for-cash" scheme, felt dizzy in his head.