Chapter 2

Yuna got up early the next morning.

She is a very light sleeper, and like her brother, the slightest movement can wake her up.

But that's not really a disadvantage.

"Yuna, since you caused trouble yesterday, you are not allowed to go out today, do you hear me?"

The boy pinched her little face and said.

Yuna nodded obediently to show that she would definitely be obedient.

The boy's name is Jason Todd, and they have known each other for nearly three years. Yuna's memory has always been very good, and she can still remember the day when Jason picked her back up.

Jason also kept complaining about how she, a child less than four years old, could survive alone in Gotham; he didn't know what was going on at the time, but he was so kind-hearted that he brought her back with a twitch in his head.

Because of the big trouble of picking her up, Jason was forced to abandon his original house and run around with her.

Yuna moved her body and tidied up her temporary residence before climbing out of the window.

Although at her current height, it would be a bit difficult to flip out, but practice makes perfect. Jason didn't expect her to come out, and the group of people she took away some of the goods didn't expect that a little girl could slip away from under their noses.

What's more - not following Jason? joke.

Yuna looked expressionlessly at the movement of the small green dot on the screen of the object in her hand, and quickly put on her hood and contact lenses.

She didn't feel a trace of guilt. After all, Jason would probably never know that he had several trackers placed on him.

She actually didn't want to spend so much money, but if she only had one, she might lose it. It's better to keep some extra insurance – and replenish it from time to time, because various damages may occur.

#About what I did with all my money#

#Jason must not let Jason know about the good things I do#

Yuna deliberately changed into a completely different outfit from yesterday. After all, she had just stolen someone else's mini bomb, so it was better to keep a low profile. In fact, she should just stay behind closed doors, wait until the limelight has passed, and then resell the things without anyone noticing.

She won't worry about long nights and many dreams.

But compared to these, she was more worried about Jason.

Coy is a perfect second in command. Jason did things with him, but he never killed anyone. After all, for Coy, how to annex the next door is more important; and a child can only do some work such as transmitting information, and no one will want him to kill people.

Jason could support himself alone, but with her as his sister, he began to think about other things - such as saving money, saving a lot of money. Therefore, he would join this small group with good salary.

If that was all, Jason wouldn't have to get rid of Coy.

But recently, what Coy did obviously went too far and attracted the attention of another force. If Jason stayed any longer, he might be implicated and silenced. And it's not that easy to leave.

That's why she bought the tracker. For them now, this is something completely necessary.

Yuna moved forward very quickly and took a shortcut, and soon she saw Jason.He was holding the little blood ball and ran out like crazy. He had already rushed out of the fire ring, but the tall man grabbed him from behind and dragged him back: "Little bastard, are you running away?!"

The man pushed him to the ground, grabbed the dying little girl, and threw her into the sea while the boy's eyes were splitting. At the same time, he raised his gun at him.

An afterimage that came from nowhere knocked off the hand/gun.

The young man didn't care about any of this. He just climbed to the seaside regardless of the situation.

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Yuna..."

Yuna...

Is it her brother calling her?

She used her last strength to open her eyes, and sea water entered her eyes, blurring her vision with the blood.

She vaguely saw a dark figure jumping down without any hesitation.

Yuna completely lost consciousness.