Meiman: Assassin Wushuang of a Wizard of Science

"How did you do that? You didn't even put the ring on your finger."

Looking at Hal Jordan's surprised expression, Li Fan scratched his head in confusion, because logically speaking, it was impossible for the greatest Lantern in history not to use his own willpower to charge the ring.

He is the man with the strongest willpower in the world. He even used the power of one of his rings to resurrect the entire Beach City.

Although the things that are resurrected are all fantasy bubbles, they are still lifelike. Unlike some computers, all distant scenes are not preloaded, but a real and direct simulation of a city.

Not because of anything, just because his name is Hal Jordan.

[Batman is Batman. Although he may become the strongest when he takes the light ring, he is not a human being]

"What, don't you know how to use your willpower to charge?"

"I know, but the energy of this ring has been completely exhausted. If I don't return to the main energy source or find my lantern, I can't recharge it."

"I see..."

Li Fan, who was playing with the ring in his hand, made some new discoveries. It turned out that this spectral energy can be charged by spells, but it seems that only the miraculous power of light magic can charge it.

I have to say that this should be a characteristic of the spectrum, or is it just a coincidence.

But he didn't think too much about it and went back to sleep. After all, this method of charging the ring with magic was very depleting, and the ring only glowed for less than ten seconds.

"Thank you for your cooperation. I'll leave first."

Throwing the ring back, Li Fan decided to go to bed in advance. After all, tomorrow's dinner will be particularly lively.

Of course, Damian will not be there tomorrow night, nor will the Red Hood, and Li Fan should have other things to do.

Of course, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn will happen to meet Damian, and then everyone will happen to act together.

But those are all things for later, after all, this will be a late-hand card. . .

As long as the memory provided to him by Venom is correct.

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Dinner can be as ordinary as it is extraordinary.

Bruce Wayne was wearing formal attire and sitting in the middle of a long table.

At this time, standing behind him was his most trusted butler and father figure, Alfred.

It's just that both of them looked a little serious and nervous while doing it.

Oh, it’s not surprising that the Joker and the Riddler sit on both sides of this long table.

All emotions and communication can appear at the dinner table, especially when the meticulous arrangements from the process to the chefs are world-class, then the value of this meal is difficult to estimate.

My mother used to tell Bruce that when you're at your lowest point or in chaos, just sit down and enjoy a slow meal.

When Bruce was a child, he didn't understand the big deal about dinner, it was just about eating.

The mother smiled and replied: The important thing is not all dinner, the important thing is not just the meal but the art of dining.

While conversing at the dinner table while enjoying the art that became the food, explain each other's beliefs and share experiences with your friends.

If you do well enough, you have a chance to turn everything around.

It's just that this time, everyone here can't usually be referred to as "friends".

Penguin, Riddler, Joker, Crocodile, Mr. Zass, and even Mr. Freeze are here.

But Deathstroke still hasn't come, and there's Deadshot.

Because these two mercenaries knew very well that they would be arrested as soon as they arrived at the scene.For no other reason than because they are mercenaries.

The first course: appetizer, pan-fried tuna

The moment the food is served, the aroma begins to spread.

The clown slumped and took a bite without making much comment.

After the Riddler finished eating, he suddenly laughed.He laughed and taunted the Joker because the Joker said he was a piece of shit.

Second course: bisque, French cream of mushroom soup

Alfred, the butler who was very gentleman, placed three portions of hot soup on the floor in front of the three people on the table.

Only three copies.

Even the Penguin, who was standing behind the Riddler, didn't get a share.

Bruce scooped up a spoonful of thick soup, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and started talking first.

"While I thoroughly enjoyed the jokes and riddles these two brought to the table, the Gotham City we value so much is hurt."

Bruce Wayne was holding the spoon, blowing slightly on his lips.His eyes were observing the reactions of the two masters from time to time, and then he continued.

“We, the Wayne family, built this city with our hearts and souls, and after all these years, I don’t want to see it destroyed in my generation.”

"Hahaha, what you said is really interesting." Before Bruce Wayne could finish his words, he was interrupted by the Riddler, "Just three days before you said this, your entire family business was destroyed. Copied.

You don't really know who Jack Napier is, do you?Or maybe you just forgot for a moment and need me to remind you. "

Bruce Wayne did not take up the topic. He just picked up his handkerchief and wiped his mouth gently.

"Both sides have suffered a lot in this war. And the war has also affected many people. I think this is what none of us want to see. We are sitting down to negotiate today to open up a new path. , isn’t it?”

Just as he was talking, the next dish was brought up by the butler.

The third course: fish, French fish tacos

After hearing the two talking for a long time, the clown suddenly asked: "Please tell me, Edward. Have you ever had an experience where you really needed to chop off a person's head?"

The Riddler looked at the clown who couldn't laugh like an idiot: "Are you an idiot? Of course, isn't this kind of thing very common for us?"

The clown continued to ask: "Have you ever noticed the last tremor in life? That does not mean death.

After their crazy struggle.Until you take your last breath, he will still be there, and he will be watching you.

But it was only for a moment, and soon the blood would flood their eyes. "

Bruce pretended not to understand and said, "Is this a joke?"

The clown replied impatiently: "Look at my face, how do you think I'd know if it was a joke?"

The woman explained while stabbing the fish in front of her: "He is using his own way to explain how rough your behavior is, Mr. Wayne.

Because according to this madman's logic, this man's so-called tremors had disappeared before he died. This sounds very profound, doesn't it?

When the end is reached, the fight will also end. The fight itself to try to find some answer is meaningless.

He seems to think that this way can prove that all answers are scams, that everything is false, void, and chaotic. "

Then Edward Nygma put a piece of fish meat into his mouth.