Gotham Dark Godfather

The argument between Bruce Wayne and Zhou Hao did not stop.

"What is your development plan? Since it is so high-sounding, you must have some great ideas, right?" Bruce Wayne said seriously.

Although he did not agree with Zhou Hao's views, he was also very interested in building Gotham, otherwise he would not have spent so long with Zhou Hao.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Hao spit out two words very simply.

"no"

After saying this, Zhou Hao seemed to feel Bruce Wayne's growing anger, and quickly added:

"Please, for such a huge thing, it is naturally impossible to come up with specific details so quickly. I only need to determine the framework I want to choose, and naturally there will be talented people and experts to help improve the rest."

However, Bruce Wayne persisted and asked:

"So----your grand Arkham City plan is just a fantasy that only exists in your mind?"

Zhou Hao narrowed his eyes and decided to say something he really wanted to say.Otherwise, this old bat may have to nitpick until next year.

"Hey! Bruce, if I only have 50 yuan in my pocket, then everything I claim, even saving the world, is nonsense! But now that my wealth is no longer what it used to be, then even if what I say is just a dream, We also have the capital to realize it!”

Bruce Wayne raised his brows, knowing what Zhou Hao was talking about. During the battle to recapture Central City, he took away the gold and silver jewelry Hengdao that Gorilla Grodd had snatched back.By the way, he also teamed up with African tribesmen to sack the Orangutan City, making a lot of money. The outside world has always been full of speculation about Zhou Hao's wealth.

"Are you finally willing to talk about your stolen goods?" Bruce Wayne stared at Zhou Hao with a half-smile.

"It's not considered stolen goods. These are just prey that happened to fall into my hands. It's like the white people got the American continent from the Indians." Zhou Hao said lightly: "What's more, I have returned a large part of them. Central City, I also helped them rebuild their homes and established the Flash Museum. As for the capture of Orangutan City, I have no obligation to return it to anyone, especially now that most of the citizens of Orangutan City have been massacred by black tribes. The owner of the suffering can't be found. How do you want me to pay it back? So I want to use the money in Arkham District, it's that simple."

"......"

Bruce Wayne fell into silence for a while. He had no reason to criticize Zhou Hao's words, and they were in line with his taste. The only thing he was originally worried about was that Zhou Hao would use his huge wealth for evil purposes. I have seen many people lose control in the face of wealth, and in the end they became a threat to the city.

But if Zhou Hao is really willing to spend money to build Arkham District, even if he is in Batman's position, there is no reason to interfere.

"There are nearly [-] lower-class citizens living in slums on Alcatraz alone in Arkham District. I plan to expropriate their residences based on Gotham's super-level housing compensation price. Although those places are still theoretically Gotham City's assets. Then hire the young adults among these people to come back and participate in the work of demolishing the abandoned areas to prevent them from being absorbed by gang members. We also promise that when these people return to Arkham in the future, they can have priority in buying real estate to live in!..."

When he said this, Zhou Hao felt something strange on the back of his hand and felt vaguely uncomfortable.

But right now, when he was chatting and laughing with the richest man in Gotham, he couldn't care about other trivial matters.So I forced myself to endure it, and at the same time pressed firmly with my other hand, trying to relieve the pain.

"Do you want to start getting into real estate?" Bruce Wayne frowned and said, "Arkham will be developed into a real estate in the future?"

"No! There will still be new industrial parks, which will at best provide some housing for factory workers to live in. Gotham once prospered because of the steel industry, and now it is time to revitalize a new generation of industrial development..." Zhou Hao said As he spoke, cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

The pain on the back of my hand kept getting worse. It was like pressing it with a soldering iron. I gasped in pain and couldn't hold it anymore.

No longer caring about the conversation, Zhou Hao forcibly closed the communication under Bruce Wayne's surprised gaze.He doesn't want his ugly appearance to be seen by Batman.At the same time, he raised his hand and carefully looked at the painful back of his hand.

I saw that a strange pattern suddenly began to appear on the originally intact skin. At the same time, as the image became more and more obvious, the pain also intensified.

"What the hell is going on???" Zhou Hao felt pain like bone marrow, and roared like a beast in his throat. His instinctive feeling was that it was related to magic.But I never figured out what went wrong.

After all, he has been practicing to accumulate magic power, and the only spells he really knows are three or two, and they are all shrunk versions or elementary level things. Even if they have backlash, they are insignificant.

But the problem that arises now is not what he has encountered at any time in the past.

The bodyguard outside the door heard the screams and quickly opened the door and came in. He saw Zhou Hao curled up on the floor with a face of pain, sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of water.

"You all get out of here! No orders - ah! You are not allowed to come in!" Zhou Hao squeezed out a few words through his teeth, his eyes were blood red, as if he would choose someone to eat if he disagreed with him.

Upon seeing this, the bodyguards immediately retreated out of the house and carefully opened the door to isolate Zhou Hao's roar from the room.

"What the hell...what's going on?? There's no problem with the magic power!" Zhou Hao muttered to himself. Suddenly, he felt nauseated, acid water flooded his stomach, his internal organs felt like they were on fire, and there was a rush of pain in his throat. There was a smell of blood, and he spit it out immediately.

It was strange for Ali. After vomiting a mouthful of blood, Zhou Hao's pain plummeted instantly.However, before he could take a breath, he was startled by the blood spitting out from the ground.

I saw that the blood was not piled on the ground in a pool, but was arranged very regularly into a paragraph of text.

There are very few things written in blood.But the content inside sent shivers down Zhou Hao's spine.

"If you don't focus on your errand anymore! The consequences will be [-] times more painful than before~!"

Zhou Hao's face turned pale. Thinking back to the dream he had this morning, he felt bad.

While Zhou Hao was vomiting blood, Raven was strolling in the dirty alleyways of Arkham and glanced in the direction of Arkham Asylum, where Zhou Hao usually worked. place.The gloom on Raven's face was so thick that it seemed impossible to get rid of it.