When the next morning arrived, Mason crawled out of his suitcase and stretched in the Penguin Man's office.

Another fulfilling night had passed.

Although he was constantly disturbed by the vacationing Catwoman in the magic apartment, he finally concocted a new and very useful potion last night.

He took out a small bottle of beginner's vitality potion and shook it in front of him.

The liquid, filtered three times, had no residue. The drowsy young man drank it in one gulp and became lively and energetic in just a few seconds.

It was simply the perfect elixir for those who stayed up late practicing cultivation.

"Although all the alchemy potions that Old K simplified are useful, maybe I should try the ancient Hogwarts secret recipe," Mason pondered about his plan in alchemy.

He planned to spend a week focusing on the alchemy branch and, if possible, raise it to level 2 and then create the essential magic touchstone for alchemy.

According to Old K's notes, an alchemist who can independently create alchemy stones has already left the apprentice stage.

Then, while studying engineering, Mason would start to improve other branch skills. However, these were all "work plans" for the night, and he did not intend to give up on the equally precious daytime.

He wanted to make full use of the daytime to improve those branch skills that did not require concealment.

And he already had a complete plan.

"Boss, your clothes are here."

Busy for a night but still energetic, the enthusiastic Kite Man Charles walked into the office with two sets of clothes. On his left was a set of formal black suits, and on his right was a set of gray casual style.

This guy, who often worked part-time to support his family during his past as a villain, had a lot of work experience and said to Mason:

"If you're going for an interview, I suggest you wear something formal, but you're young, too formal is not good either. So this gray set is more casual but still formal, conservative but not old-fashioned, it's the most suitable for a handsome young man like you. This is the advice given to me by the new lobby manager I hired."

"Okay, I don't care either way," Mason took the gray semi-formal casual suit and went to the cubicle in the Penguin Man's office to change clothes. While changing, he said to Kite Man who was sitting on the sofa and sorting things out:

"You found a lobby manager in just one day? Charles, are you really ready to take on this hot potato?"

"You're not going out, so do I have to rent out this building and collect rent?" Charles complained, then said with enthusiasm, "But this job is not as difficult as you think, boss. Although I was pretty miserable in Gotham before, I still have some connections in this circle. I posted a recruitment message to my friends in the 'Lackey Union' yesterday, and now not only have we recruited a lobby manager, but also the front desk, kitchen, and bartender have all completed their interviews."Next, we need to get some young and cute service staff who can coax people, enough security personnel, and hire a few over-the-hill singers and bands at a low price to reopen.

The only trouble is getting the alcohol supply.

The alcohol in Gotham's gray area is monopolized by the Falcone family's mafia, and they've been doing this since the Al Capone era.

I heard they are also eyeing this bar."

"Wait, a henchmen union?"

Mason, who was changing clothes, stuck his head out of the compartment and said in surprise:

"Does Gotham really have something that sounds so absurd?"

"This city even has an 'evil forum', with quite a few fans, why can't there be a union specifically for the small fry of various forces and unemployed young people who hope to enter this industry?

Look at the increasingly bad economic situation in Gotham, even Wayne Industries can't provide so many jobs for unemployed young people."

Kite Man said righteously:

"And have you ever thought about how the Joker, Two-Face, and others recruit enough henchmen overnight after they get out of prison? Do they have to hand out recruitment flyers on the street?

No, no, no, it's all serviced by the henchmen union!

The boss is eager for useful henchmen, and ambitious henchmen also hope to follow a powerful boss.

This is called 'two-way running'.

The union's service fees are quite high, and the intermediary fees for henchmen of various levels are different. As a senior henchman with unique skills like me, I have to pay a thousand dollars in intermediary fees every time.

And that's a friendly price!

By the way, do you want me to register a member for you in the henchmen union?

They're having a promotion this month, with a 20% discount on new member registration fees and three free intermediary services, but you need a cool nickname."

"It's really Gotham's unique feature. This industry has become systematized. I really admire it."

Mason made a comment, then put on his well-fitting suit and walked out, looking at himself in the dressing mirror.

Because of the "employee benefits" of the previous star-studded event, his previously thin body had become strong, and his height had increased to 1.85 meters, showing a sense of momentum. His short black hair matched his slightly immature face, giving him a youthful vitality.

But the black and white clear eyes and the restrained light in them also added a touch of mature and stable feeling.

"Not bad!"

Kite Man looked left and right behind him and praised:

"With this packaging, you can go directly to participate in the 'Gotham Handsome Men' audition. But, boss, are you sure you want to apply there?

Even if you don't want to get involved in the bar operation, you can be a hands-off boss. With the location and conditions of this bar, it's not an exaggeration to say that we won't lack money for the rest of our lives if we manage it a little better.

You also have to study alchemy and explore other worlds. Going out and exposing yourself is a waste of time, isn't it?"

"I told Batman that I would never get involved in these gray industries again in my life. A man should keep his word. It wasn't easy for me to get cleaned up.

I can't let myself get dirty again."

Mason looked at himself in the dressing mirror and was quite satisfied with his new image.He rubbed his eyes and felt that he needed glasses to cover up his overly mature gaze. While he pinned the Hellsight needle from Scarecrow on his collar, he said to Kite Man, "Besides, I have my own plan. You manage this place well and don't need to interfere with my life. We can cooperate better in Gotham if we stay in the light and dark."

"But since you're rich, Charles, I'll count on you for the money to buy materials in the future."

"Don't worry, boss."

Kite Man patted his chest and said, "I'll be your piggy bank from now on. Just ask if you need money. Of course, those magical potions... I mean, since this bar can't be like the Penguin's time, we need to have some uniqueness, right?"

"Okay, I'll study it when I have time and make some cocktails."

Mason nodded and asked casually, "Didn't you say you were going to snatch your son back from your ex-wife?"

"Next month!"

Charles clenched his fists and said, "When I earn enough money next month, I'll hire the best lawyer and get my son back for him to have the best life. Since I could die in a distant country at any time, I don't want to miss any more time with him."

"Go for it!"

Mason patted his subordinate's shoulder and picked up his suitcase to leave.

Kite Man suggested sending someone to check the luxury cars in the garage, but Mason politely declined. Come on, even the cheapest car in the Penguin's garage costs over a million dollars. He came to apply for a job, not to buy them. Why should he show off like Bruce Wayne, a playboy who makes showing off his wealth his boring job?

He hailed a taxi and came to the Crime Alley, which was deserted even during the day and in ruins. He entered the four-story clinic in front of him, carrying his suitcase.

"Hello, I'm Mason Cooper."

He showed a gentle smile to the sleepy front desk nurse and said, "I submitted my resume for the position of a doctor's assistant yesterday, and Dr. Leslie replied to me this morning."

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The nurse, who had been busy all night, was drowsy, but seeing a tall, handsome, and courteous guy suddenly appear, she immediately woke up. Not only did she enthusiastically serve him, but she also personally took Mason to Dr. Leslie's office on the second floor.

Dr. Leslie, who was standing behind the door with her arms crossed, looked at Mason and then got up to close the office door, disappointing the nurse who was ready to serve tea and water outside.

"Mason, is this a bad joke?"

Dr. Leslie stared at the young man sitting on the chair with her bright green eyes, which were marked by the passage of time but still bright. She said, "Although I'm grateful to you for saving me, an old lady, in the big trouble caused by Catwoman that night, my little clinic can't accommodate a 'Batman's son.'"

"No, doctor, I really need a job."

Mason showed a humble smile as an applicant.He placed his paper resume on the doctor's desk, and said to Dr. Leslie, who had put on his glasses and sat back down, "Although I don't have a nursing license, nor have I systematically studied professional knowledge, I hoped to become a doctor who saves lives and helps the injured since I was in school. Also, you don't look old at all. It's the age when a woman's wisdom and experience bring unique charm. Regarding this, I think Commissioner Gordon, who always finds excuses to come to you, must have a deep understanding. By the way, he is now my guardian. Maybe this can add points to my interview?"

"Your opening statement is terrible!"

The cold-faced doctor sneered and said, "If it weren't for you saving me, I would have kicked you out when you mentioned Gordon... What does 'alchemist' mean in this professional skill on your resume? This is a legitimate clinic, Mason! Not those spiritual retreats."

"You can understand it as an ancient healing method. I brought samples."

Mason took out three test tubes with different colored liquids from his suitcase and placed them in front of the doctor, who was frowning. He introduced them, saying, "From left to right, they are healing, vitality, and paralysis potions. Don't show that disdainful expression, Dr. Leslie. Commissioner Gordon has seen their effects. Also, if you doubt my skills in first aid, I can demonstrate my long-practiced hemostasis and bandaging skills on a patient who needs bandaging. Do you have any patients who need bandaging?"

"If I didn't know your identity, I would have kicked you out as a young charlatan!"

The cold-faced doctor thought for a moment, snapped his fingers, and motioned for Mason to follow him. He took the blue vitality potion from Mason's hand and handed it to the sleepy nurse at the door when he opened it.

"Wendy, this is a new drug that can effectively relieve fatigue. Would you like to try it?"

The doctor said to the nurse, "You have been working overtime for two days in a row. I know you need money to help your sister complete her studies, but you really need to rest, my child."

"I'm willing to try it if I can get an extra fee for testing the drug."

The sleepy nurse smiled wearily, took the test tube from Dr. Leslie's hand, sniffed it, and found a faint orange scent, then drank it all in one gulp, relieved. Dr. Leslie also took out his stethoscope to monitor his employee's heart rate changes. After ten seconds, the diluted vitality potion that Mason had made had a miraculous effect.

The nurse, who was very tired, blinked her eyes and felt her fatigue suddenly released. She became radiant and full of energy, but instead of being happy, she looked at the test tube in her hand with a fearful expression, and asked cautiously, "Doctor, does this thing really not contain any stimulants? You know I hate those things."

"It is a pure natural extract. As long as you don't drink it like coffee, it is absolutely safe."

Mason explained with a smile and reminded her, "If you feel uncomfortable in the next half hour, please tell me immediately."Looking at Mason's handsome and sunny face, the little nurse's heart was pounding, and she whispered, "Um, I feel my heart beating faster and my cheeks are a bit hot..."

"You really should find a boyfriend, Wendy."

Doctor Leslie withdrew the stethoscope and gave Mason a strange look. She said to the little nurse, "Go back to work. The trial drug fee will be included in your special allowance this month. Mason, put away your charming smile and stop bothering my staff. Follow me."

The doctor walked ahead, and Mason politely said goodbye to the little nurse before following the doctor to the mild observation ward. There, a nurse was changing the dressing of a homeless man with minor burns.

Doctor Leslie gave a signal.

The young man took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, put on medical gloves, and took over the nurse's work. Then, to the surprise of the doctor and the nurse, he skillfully and professionally cleaned and bandaged the wound.

His skillful movements and perfect attention to detail made the nurse next to Leslie feel a sense of "I'm really bad at this" and even a crisis in her career.

"Successfully completed an outstanding technique - fast and light wound dressing. Emergency skill proficiency increased by 10 times."

When the prompt appeared, Mason showed a gentle smile to the patient, then stood up, took off the medical gloves, and looked at Doctor Leslie.

The cold-faced doctor turned around without expression and walked away. Mason followed her back to the office.

She pulled out a file from the drawer and threw it at Mason, saying with her arms crossed, "Come to work tomorrow..."

"I can start now."

Mason filled in his personal information while saying to the doctor, "I even brought my own nurse uniform."

"Good, but I need to tell you in advance, Mason, my clinic is a public welfare organization."

Doctor Leslie pushed her glasses and said, "This means that your salary here is unstable, and there is always a risk of unemployment. Also, because it is a public welfare organization, your workload will be greater than in a normal treatment facility. You can't complain about being tired or take leave casually."

"Your bandaging skills are the best I've ever seen, but perhaps you can continue to study professional suturing, wound cleaning, and simple surgical procedures in this field."

"You also need to get a nursing license as soon as possible. If possible, a medical license is also required."

"But the benefit of working here is that there is an employee cafeteria and dormitory, which can solve the problem of food and accommodation..."

"You can just say nonsense with your eyes closed," the young man silently complained.

With world-class billionaire Bruce Wayne secretly supporting this clinic, even on the day of Gotham's destruction, this clinic would definitely have sufficient funding. He had never seen a public welfare clinic's emergency room with state-of-the-art equipment that even many large hospitals did not have.

"Oh, do you have a cafeteria here?" Mason looked up, thinking of his unopened cooking branch, and showed a job seeker's smile to Doctor Leslie, saying, "I can cook, too.""My cooking skills are actually pretty good, so maybe I can work part-time as a chef? I'm not here for the money, Doctor. I just don't want to waste my time and also want to contribute to this city.

Do you and your staff need a taste test on site?

It's still three hours before lunchtime, and I can totally accept this challenge..."

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Anxious knocking interrupted him. Wendy, the nurse from earlier, pushed open the door with a serious expression and said:

"Dr. Leslie, there's been a shootout three blocks away. Six patients with gunshot wounds have been brought in, one of whom needs urgent care while the others have external injuries."

"Mason, put on your nurse uniform."

Ms. Leslie pushed her glasses up and said to the young man:

"Go help stop the bleeding and bandage the patients with external injuries. Wendy will assist you. This is your job interview, young man. Let me see what you're capable of."