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banquet.

Hearing Gino's question, even Bruce Wayne, who was known for his calmness, had a hint of astonishment on his handsome face.

He didn't expect that the other party would ask this question when they met for the first time.

How should I answer this question?

From an economic perspective?

Or from the humanistic environment?

Bruce looked at the pair of blue eyes opposite him, feeling that Jino's metaphor would not be so simple.

"Mr. Bruce?" Gino's voice brought Bruce back to reality.

As expected of Bruce, he reacted quickly and thought of a countermeasure in just a few seconds.

He planned to give an answer that suited his personality.

Bruce smiled, put his arms around the two female companions beside him, raised his eyebrows flirtatiously at Gino and said, "To me, Gotham is paradise."

Although he was smiling, there was sadness in Bruce's heart.

For the real Bruce, Gotham was his heartbreak.

My parents are buried here, and my lifelong wish is just to save this hopeless city.

[Negative emotions from Bruce Wayne +50, +50...]

After harvesting a wave of negative points from Bruce, Gino did not intend to force Bruce. The young man smiled and picked up the champagne in his hand: "Here's to Gotham."

Bruce also raised his glass: "To Gotham."

As the glasses and shadows mingled, a young and beautiful red-haired girl also appeared on the stage of the venue not far away.

She held the microphone and said: "Gentlemen and beautiful ladies, welcome to the charity banquet organized by Mr. Maroney."

"Tonight, we will hold an auction, and all proceeds from the auction will be used to fund the Gotham Orphanage."

At this time, Thomas, who was next to Kino, approached Kino and lowered his voice: "The person sitting at the front table is Mayor Carlos, and the person next to him is her lover."

"Next to him sat Maroney, one of Gotham's biggest gang bosses."

With Thomas' introduction, more and more people's names were remembered by Keno.

Each of these people is either rich or noble.

Gino knew that these guys with smiles on their faces would look like dirty faces in the dark.

His eyes swept around the hall.

The splendid hall was full of people.

They were all wearing suits and ties, and they were all dazzling.

Everyone has expensive watches and jewelry on their hands.

These people are all vampires crawling on the city of Gotham. Gangs collude with officials, bribe judges and lawyers, and together they greedily absorb the wealth of the entire city.

To put it in crude terms, if someone dropped several grenades into this hall, the result would be devastating, and perhaps even Gotham would fall into anarchy.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Jino stood up and nodded slightly to everyone.

Keno's position became vacant.

Bruce glanced at Thomas and said casually: "Your nephew is very good. Where will he go to school this year?"

Bruce thought to himself: If you want to understand a person, the best way is to start with the people he knows.

"Yes, but his father is a tyrant and mentally ill." Thomas had no good impression of Lionel and sneered: "Kino should stay in the metropolis and receive the best education, but his father brought him here A town that has nothing to lose."

Thomas rubbed his chin and was about to say something else.

but.

"Oh!"

It seems that the line is overloaded or the voltage has tripped.

As the lights flickered, the hall that was originally bright as day suddenly fell into darkness.

"what happened?"

"Why is there a power outage?"

There was a commotion from the crowd below.

The organizer quickly stepped forward and shouted for everyone to stay calm.

Amidst the commotion around him, Bruce swallowed the last piece of steak on his fork, and in the darkness, his big blue eyes flashed with solemnity.

"Oh!"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground resounded in the hall.

Many people took out their mobile phones to disperse the darkness.

Their eyes turned to the center of the banquet.

The screen radiates light to illuminate the center of the banquet.

In the mottled night, a man in a suit with his neck turned 180 degrees had a ferocious expression and his mouth and nose were stained with blood, lying on the cold marble floor.

People looked up at the dome. The glass above them shattered. It looked like the body had been killed and then dropped from the sky.

This fat man with a bloated body had his eyes wide open in front of him. The expression on his face was filled with confusion and confusion, as if he had not expected his own death.

"Oh, God."

Looking at the corpse, a soft-hearted lady reached out and covered her mouth.

Some people gasped, recognized the deceased, and squeaked out words through their teeth: "It's Maroni!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was excited.

These prominent families in Gotham could not help but be surprised. As a boss who accounted for half of the Gotham gang, he died in the banquet restaurant tonight for no apparent reason.

This desperate dinner took away his life in the darkness.

But what made everyone even more curious was who killed Maroni.

Everyone was discussing the case in whispers.

Until, a heavy breathing slowly sounded in everyone's ears.

"Whoosh, whoosh."

This sound is heavy and contains rules.

Soon someone subconsciously turned the screen to illuminate the corner.

"What it is!"

In the dark corner, a tall black figure stood.

He was covered in pitch black plate armor and wore a gold-plated hood, but what was even more eye-catching was that he was wearing a pair of orange goggles where his eyes were, which attracted attention in the dim banquet hall.

When they saw this tall figure dressed up, many men and women at the banquet changed their expressions.

The tall black figure swept his eyes over these people, seeming to have their faces in mind.

"Hey! What are you?!"

Naturally, there were security guards in the banquet hall, and they rushed towards the uninvited guests.

However, the boys brought by Maroney were obviously much faster than the security guards.

The two angry boys pulled out pistols from their pockets and pulled the triggers at the shadow.

"Bang bang bang!"

At the same time as the bullets sounded, the figure also rolled to avoid it.

The agile figure jumped over the dining table and the wall until the two killers emptied the bullets in their pistols.

"Shh!"

The masked man flicked his right hand, and in the next moment, several cold flying knives pierced their necks.

The extreme speed brings strong kinetic energy, and the sharp blade pierces the throat and cuts the blood vessels.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the marble floor with blood spots.

"Uh-huh!" The two strong men covered their necks with blood on their hands, refusing to fall down.

The blood flowing from the neck made tonight's banquet even more cruel and bloody.

After doing all this, the mysterious man's voice became hoarse.

"Beware the Court of Owls

...

Sharp claws will come looking for you. "

The assassin softly sang a nursery rhyme familiar to old Gothamites.

After doing all this.

He took out two small bags and threw them on the ground.

"Oh!"

The thick smoke raised up obscured their vision, and the spicy and pungent smell made many people cover their noses and hold their breath.

Bruce stared at the thick smoke. When the breeze swept away the thick smoke, there was no one where the assassin had been standing.

The man frowned and glanced around, thinking about how the other party would leave.