Gotham Dark Godfather

It is said that Zhou Hao himself didn't know how to get home. In fact, after being beaten by Catwoman, he was in a state of confusion. He felt like he was in a terrifying nightmare and he still hasn't woken up.

"You really...can't you be more restrained on your birthday?" Riddler Nygma sighed: "Especially when Poison Ivy...she even made a birthday cake for you. , you know, this girl has no taste cells, and it is difficult to eat under normal circumstances, but she still has the mind to create a surprise for you."

Zhou Hao glanced at the cake on the coffee table. The poison ivy was so irritated that when he turned to leave, the cake box fell to the ground. Not only was he hit hard, he was thrown around in the chaos that followed. Unrecognizable.The chocolate-colored part looks like the sea level polluted by oil. It looks pitch black. The place where the strawberry jam is smeared spreads out into spots. At first glance, it looks like a murder scene.The cherries, tomatoes and candles used for decoration were mixed together and looked particularly weird, just like the demon god in the Cthulhu mythology, with its finger-splitting tentacles.

In short, this cake is just like Zhou Hao's messed up birthday party, how could it be so miserable?

"Hmm... I guess this thing must have been very beautiful in life." Zhou Hao commented on the cake, and at the same time he covered his head in pain. He never thought that he would have such a day, and he would be riddled People come to teach themselves a lesson, and it’s still in the emotional realm.You know, the Riddler in the original plot was just a loser who knew nothing about normal emotions, and his record of picking up girls was as miserable as a junk stock.Being taught a lesson by this kind of guy is really dumbfounding.

Having said this, Riddler Nygma leaned over and whispered:

"Hey, you haven't really forgotten what day today is. We have been preparing for a long time in private. Don't you even notice?"

"Nonsense, who cares about such boring days. But you are considerate, thank you" Zhou Hao said casually. In fact, he knew when his birthday was, but it was not his identity in this world. To be precise, he came here since his soul After that, he never connected his identity with Zhou Hao, who borrowed loan sharks to buy shares of Luther Company, so that the birthday that theoretically belonged to his body was not remembered at all.

"By the way, Scarface has been acting a bit frequently recently. It seems that he is about to make some big move. Combined with the news that he had fallen out with the Penguin, a new Gotham underworld war is likely to break out," the Riddler said casually.In addition to the daily maintenance of the Arkham Police District, he also takes care of the intelligence coordination of Zhou Hao's group. Therefore, if there is anything particularly noteworthy, he will report it first.

Who knew that this kind of news would determine the structure of Gotham's underground forces, but Zhou Hao waved his hand impatiently and said with almost gritted teeth:

"There is no need to worry about the internal strife of these guys now. Even if they are fighting life or death, it has nothing to do with us. It is enough to tell the brothers to be more alert. There is no need for us to get involved. Now I have other things to do."

Hearing this, the Riddler was a little surprised. Is there anything more urgent than deciding who is the leader of Gotham's underground world? So he listened carefully, trying to see what could make Zhou Hao so angry.

"I will devote all my energy to tracking down the witch named Circe and capture her no matter what." Zhou Hao roared angrily.

Now the Riddler was even more surprised and asked hurriedly:

"Isn't it too hasty to focus on a woman..."

"There is nothing rash about my innocence. If I don't catch this woman, I won't be able to explain it to Poison Ivy and Selena." Zhou Hao said angrily, and the veins on his forehead were beating continuously. It was obvious that he was Extremely angry

The magical little pig was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep. When he suddenly heard the name of Witch Circe, he immediately became energetic and ran to the living room. After vaguely listening to Zhou Hao's words, he felt overjoyed.

"I didn't expect that witch from Cirsi actually got into trouble with Zhou Hao. It's so great. God is helping me. Looking at the current situation, it seems to be sowing discord and causing misunderstandings between Zhou Hao and his little girlfriend. Hahaha, that witch is here. In the Bada era, he was good at this kind of tricking people. You can know without guessing that he must use his beauty to shamelessly seduce others, and then create misunderstandings. But this is fine. If Zhou Hao is willing to become the enemy of Witch Circe, then The day of my recovery is not far away.”

Thinking of this, the magical pig couldn't help but get excited. He spread his little hooves and walked towards Zhou Hao, wanting to tell him some unique information about Witch Circe. After all, he had been fighting this guy for nearly a thousand years, and almost used scars and Only through sweat did I come up with a few secrets.She didn't believe that Zhou Hao could understand the weaknesses of Witch Circe without her own suggestions.

Unexpectedly, after running a few steps away, his attention was attracted by the smell of cream and cakes on the table. He turned around and saw the cakes that Poison Ivy had specially made for Zhou Hao, placed in a mess on the coffee table. .

"There is nothing delicious." The magical pig's eyes suddenly lit up, and a pour of saliva automatically secreted from its mouth. The whole person was attracted by this thing.

"Well... maybe it's still too late to provide information to Zhou Hao a few minutes later." The magical pig looked directly at the food and comforted himself: "Why did this cake get smashed like this? I'll be sure later." It will be thrown away, so why not take advantage of the opportunity and taste it...just take a small bite, it shouldn't be too much."

Thinking of this, the magical piggy immediately forgot about Witch Circe, spotted the gap between Zhou Hao and the Riddler, climbed onto the coffee table with the piggy hooves, quietly touched the place where the cake was, and stretched out his hand. With his pink and tender tongue out, he was ready to feast on Feng Can Juan Yun.

Who knows...

"Snoring, snoring, snoring"

They were originally discussing the issue of laundering the money in the private bank when they suddenly heard a scream like a slaughtering pig out of thin air. Zhou Hao and the Riddler were startled. When they looked closely, they saw the magical pig covering his cheeks. , rolling around invisibly on the coffee table, and there was obviously a bite on the cake.

"Oh my God, when did this pig come out?" The Riddler said in surprise. At the same time, he picked up the cake and brought it to his nose to smell it. He said even more strangely: "Hey, how come there are so many chili peppers in this cake and the dosage is still normal? Who could come up with such a ridiculous cooking method ten times as much?”