[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

The smile on Salas's face slowly disappeared.

After a while he smiled again and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about, sir."

"You understand, Salas." Lucifer said, "It doesn't make sense for you to pretend to be unaware of this. You don't pay attention to their affairs and pretend to be a harmless little cutie because you know you It is impossible to join in, your family, your father, your brother, you know no matter how much you love them, you are not the same as them. A devil born of an angel family, a villain born of a hero family, Too bad Salas, we're so similar."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Salas said again, maintaining a perfect fake smile.

"Come on, magician." Lucifer continued, "Your deception is meaningless. Some people's disguises are really so perfect? ​​Not necessarily. At least in front of close people, he can see through the one under the cloak mask at a glance. Who is the man, so you always know who he is. You have fun playing with him, because you know very well that he doesn't like clowns chasing him, so you copy the clown so that the closer you are to him, the more he will dodge .And now hiding him so fast, is it really because you think he is fake? How dare you insist that he is fake when everyone around him is sure that he is real? No, you are just afraid, You are afraid of being recruited and approached, because you know very well that there is a big difference between you and "you", but for a person who loves you, that difference is not perfect, and you are afraid that he will notice it Another side of you—another you."

Salas knew what he was implying, but the implication was too absurd.

His father, his family, were just ordinary people.

All evil originates from the League of Assassins, from Thalia.

It was they who gave Salas the wrong blood, not that Salas wanted to be the villain after all.

It is impossible for a hero's blood to have villain children.

So his family members are just ordinary people, and the blood of ordinary people cannot resist the crazy gene.

Salas clenched his fists, feeling the urge to kill. He really wanted to kill the fallen angel in front of him. As long as he killed the other party, no one would babble nonsense in front of him.

No one will mention it anymore.

He guessed that his expression must be ugly, at least his eyes were red, and he felt a dry sting, which was the feeling of not sleeping well the first night.

He should have had a good night's sleep.

"The spider thread you want to grab is too thin." Lucifer said, "He can't drag you back, Salas, we are the same kind of people, and I came for you."

Salas narrowed his eyes slightly, he wondered if he should follow his inner thoughts.

Fallen angels are not supposed to be human.

"I think you may have too many misunderstandings about my family." Salas finally let go of his clenched hands, and then said politely, but there was too much sharpness hidden in his politeness "Maybe it's because your family is not very happy, Mr. Lucifer, by the way, your father God, your brother let you fall to hell. But I am different, my father, my brother is just Ordinary people, they love me, I have no shortage of love."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smirk.

He mocked Lucifer for being loveless.

Lucifer's face became as ugly as his.

In fact, the Lord of Hell's expression didn't change much, but his eyes looked at him fiercely and viciously, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

Just... hurt each other.

Salas was too lazy to pretend, the other party had already started to slander his family so shamelessly, why should he pretend.

Really think he is some kind little angel?

Salas is not afraid of provoking the other party at all. Like the other party, he also has the capital of presumptuousness.

They both looked at each other, and each saw disgust in the other's eyes.

Salas even felt that he could still sit here and talk to the other party instead of fighting with the other party wearing his body, because he was calm enough.

"You are really a master of self-deception." Finally Lucifer regained his composure and said with a half-smile.

"You are wrong, I never like to deceive myself." Salas was not to be outdone, and replied with the same hypocritical politeness and gentleness, "If you want to play, it's very simple, I can play with you, Lucifer, Don't mention my family."

The two sides looked at each other again, reconfirming that they hated each other.

"You'll admit Sarah Wayne, no matter how much you deny it," Lucifer said. "How about we take this bet?"

"Sorry, I don't really like to gamble with others," Salas retorted, "You don't need to provoke me, I'm not someone who will be fooled."

"So, you have actually admitted it, right?" Lucifer asked rhetorically, "Admit that you can't deceive yourself in the end?"

Well, Salas admits, he's just the one to get provoked.

"Okay, come and play." Salas said, "Play whatever you want, I won't let you play well."

There was a happy light in Lucifer's eyes: "That's really great, let me talk about it first, do you have any suggestions for my business?"

"I suggest that you lie to people with at least one or two real things next time, instead of just talking about white wolves." Salas said, "They are not as stupid as you think, Lucifer."

This time Lucifer really laughed.

Fifteen minutes later, Salas wheeled back to the room where he and Peter had stayed.

This time, Lucifer did not follow, nor did his subordinates follow, because they knew very well that Salas would never run away.

At least not before winning.

When Salas returned to the room, Peter was tossing and turning anxiously in the room, trying to find a way out.

He was very worried about Salas and couldn't wait to go to Salas.

It's a pity that there are not only locks here, but also Lucifer's magic. He can think of a way to physically imprison him, but he really has no clue about magic.

He didn't stop until Salas came back, and let out a long breath: "It's fine that you have nothing to do."

Salas raised his head to look at him, and suddenly remembered what Lucifer said just now - the spider thread you want to grab is too thin.

"Lucifer didn't hurt you?" Peter naturally pulled over Salas' wheelchair and turned it left and right to see if Salas was hurt.

Salas was hurt by his head turning and had to grab Peter's arm to calm him down.

"It's okay, Peter. He just said a few words to me. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have done it long ago. He won't wait until now." Salas comforted him.

When Peter thought about it, he was right, so he felt relieved.

But he immediately became vigilant again, and asked, "So what did he tell you? Why did he involve you in it? He was obviously lying just now."

Peter was a little angry, and he also understood that after Lucifer mentioned weapons, part of the attention of the Gotham villains shifted to Salas.

Of course, it was impossible for Salas to say what he and Lucifer really said, so he perfunctory him with the lines he had thought up in advance: "He just threatened me, he wanted to use these villains to prevent us from leaving, you You know, we are being targeted by those villains, in order not to be caught by them, we can only rely on him."

When Peter heard this, he immediately understood Lucifer's calculation and was very angry.

Salas smiled. In fact, he knew very well that what Lucifer said was not a lie, but a hint—Salas had indeed seen those "weapons", but the "weapons" did not refer to real weapons. It is not a weapon in the sense, but Lucifer himself—yes, he has seen a weapon when he has seen Lucifer.

That's why he gave Lucifer a word when he left - he had told Oswald a long time ago that the way those weapons were used looked more like magic than alien technology, and now that he thinks about it, because that's not at all It was the ghost of the Lord of Hell, so what kind of magical weapon is there.

It's a pity that everyone else was blinded.

Lucifer also relied on his own extraordinary strength, not afraid of being exposed at all, and then played all the way to the present.

If it was before, Salas might still appreciate him, but unfortunately, after today's conversation, he has already provoked Salas.

"Okay, Peter." Salas said, "He has already said the words, we don't need to continue to dwell on this matter here, now can you go out with me? I have some things to do."

He touched the bottom line of Salas, and in this case, Salas would not let him continue playing as he wished.

Peter didn't know what he wanted to do, but he nodded. After a while, he and Salas went to the room where the penguin lived.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Take the initiative to find those Gotham villains?" Peter said nervously.

Salas reassured him and said, "It's okay, Peter, I'm a Wayne."

Aside from that playful appearance, every Wayne has enough wisdom.

Salas thought, if Lucifer wants to use his wisdom to play his entire business, then he can also rely on his wisdom to prevent him from doing it so easily.

Peter was persuaded by his words, no, rather than being persuaded by his words, it would be better to say that he was persuaded by Salas' firm expression.

Yes, although Salas didn't know it, he was Batman's son, Peter thought to himself, Batman's son was as tough as Batman, and he would never give up under any circumstances.

So he pushed Salas into the penguin's territory.

Penguin's subordinates immediately discovered this man who dared to enter their territory, and they raised their guns at Salas without even thinking about it.

"I want to see Mr. Oswald Colbert." Salas said politely.

Several people looked at each other and were persuaded by Salas' calm attitude, so they went to report the situation to Oswald.

After a while, Salas and Peter were "invited" into Oswald's room.

"I heard you came to find me." Oswald looked Salas up and down, wondering why the son of the bat came to him.

As a result, Salas' next sentence aroused his interest.

"Mr. Colbert, do you think what Lucifer said is true?" Salas asked.