[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

Oswald looked at Salas with a calm expression: "Isn't that what you should say, Mr. Wayne?"

"Actually, we all know that this does not depend on the truth, but on whether you believe it or not." Salas said, "Mr. Copperpot."

Oswald stared at him, the monocle reflected sharply.

"So, I'm asking again, do you really believe in Lucifer?" Salas said again.

Oswald, smoking his cigar, did not speak for some time.

"Obviously, we all know what the answer is, Mr. Wayne." Oswald took down the cigarette and flicked it casually, "We don't care whether we believe it or not, all we want is something."

Salas smiled and said, "Then it didn't occur to you that you might not get something?"

Obviously, the others didn't know the situation. Oswald had thought about this question. He crossed his legs and didn't answer Salas' question, but his expression said it all.

He didn't believe in Lucifer, and began to doubt the authenticity of those things.

Salas was satisfied with what he saw, and then continued: "Then Mr. Coppert should think about it."

"What do you want, Wayne?" Oswald said, "You want me to help you? So what can you offer me? Lucifer can at least give us what we want, you What can you give us?"

"Me? Of course I can't give you anything, Mr. Copperpot." Salas said naturally, "I'm just telling you."

Peter suddenly became nervous, he felt the killing intent.

Salas was very calm, and the air in Gotham was filled with murderous intent, but having murderous intent and being able to do so were two completely different things.

At least Oswald certainly couldn't kill him.

Sure enough, Oswald said in his mouth: "You offend me like this, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

On the other hand, there was no movement at all.

"It depends on whether you believe in me, Lucifer, or yourself." Salas said politely, "I'm not afraid of death."

……

When he came out of Oswald's room, Peter's back was completely soaked.

Several times he felt that Oswald wanted to do something to Salas, and in this case, it was a miracle that they finally came out with all their tails.

"It's too risky, Salas." Peter said.

Salas raised his brows, it was obviously a gentle face, but it made Peter feel strangely sharp.

"Adventure?" Salas said softly, "No, there are more adventurous things."

The hairs all over Salas stood on end, not from fear, but from excitement.

He found that he loved the feeling of dancing on the blade.

"Come on, let's visit the next one." Salas said, before Peter could push his wheelchair, he had already rowed away by himself.

"The next one?!" Peter suddenly became vigilant, but found that Salas had already left on his own, and didn't care about his intentions at all. In desperation, he hurriedly followed.

In one afternoon, Salas visited all the homes here, and every one asked the same question as Oswald.

Peter followed behind him in fear, and saw others raise their guns at Salas several times, and finally put them down again.

However, Salas was able to easily stir up everyone's emotions.

Lucifer must have known about this process, but he probably also wanted to know what Salas could do, so he would not stop it.

After it was over, Salas returned to the room with Peter.

He picked up the cool tea on the table, and took a sip without fear of being poisoned—just kidding, if it was really poisonous, he would have died countless times in the past few days.

Then he said to Peter, "Wait."

There will be trouble.

In the afternoon, he had already confirmed that the villains of Gotham were as restless as ever.

Lucifer is too confident, he doesn't understand Gotham's villains, and he thinks he can control them by capturing their desires.

But it is actually impossible, Salas has tried it, and they have long been suspicious of this business.

Lucifer's ultimate goal is to steal a large sum of money from someone here, in order to prove that he can play with everyone with just his wits.

But I'm afraid that when he intends to make a second round of offers tomorrow, these villains will not buy it.

The reason is simple, Salas served as a bridge of communication between them.

It wasn't just Lucifer that Salas visited each house this afternoon, everyone who lived here could see it.

He was able to come out intact, not only because of his words, but also because of the attitude shown by other families, which meant that they had reached a certain kind of tacit understanding through Salas.

"Watch." Salas said to Peter firmly, "It will be lively."

As long as none of them send someone out, as long as the place is hidden from bats, the Gotham villains and Lucifer are enough.

On the second day, Lucifer still came to invite Salas.

This time he didn't take Peter out. Peter was naturally unwilling, but he couldn't hold back Lucifer's magic, so irresistible made Peter stay where he was.

Salas quietly followed behind him, obediently obeying Lucifer's mercy like a qualified doll.

Of course, neither Lucifer nor himself was surprised by his attitude.

The atmosphere today was a little bit more dignified than yesterday's. When other people saw them, they immediately focused their attention on them.

Lucifer clearly knew that Salas had talked with all of them yesterday, but he still greeted them as always, and then said politely: "I discussed with the boss yesterday, and the boss is a little disappointed with your offer. You should know this It doesn’t have to be sold to Gotham, so yesterday we made a private quotation, and today we bid on the table.”

Well, now it's completely turned into an auction.

Lucifer: "There is no reserve price, please start quoting now, gentlemen."

He sat at the front and watched everyone.

The villains in Gotham looked at each other, and did not start bidding immediately. Instead, as Salas guessed, a certain tacit agreement was reached in the exchange of eyes.

After a while, the double-faced man started to speak first.

He took out his own coin, tossed it into the air, and quickly pressed it down with his hand before the coin landed on the table.

Then he said softly, "One dollar."

This price seemed like a joke, but no one laughed, including Lucifer.

He just curled the corner of his mouth and said with a normal expression: "Mr. Double-faced man is offering a price of one dollar, is there anyone else who wants to increase the price?"

Keep quiet around, as if no one can give a higher price than one dollar.

Salas pursed his lips, restraining his smile.

"Is no one willing to pay more than one dollar?" Lucifer said calmly, "Is... making trouble?"

"No, it's because none of us think it's worth paying more than a dollar," Harvey said. "That's... a dollar for Two-Face."

"Oh, of course, gentlemen, you seem to have discussed it clearly." Lucifer said, "Do you think I'm lying?"

"Maybe we can be honest, this is not a discussion, Mr. Lucifer." Harvey said.

"We have a little doubt about what you have." Oswald added, "You keep us waiting, but you never let us see the true appearance of that batch of things."

He looked at Lucifer, and tapped the umbrella on the ground: "Show us these things, Lucifer."

Penguin's weapon is the omnipotent umbrella in his hand, and it is obvious that they have reached an agreement.

"Of course there are those things, Central City, Philadelphia, aren't the examples in these places enough to prove the authenticity of what I have?" Lucifer said.

Of course, they didn't believe it.

There can be no talk of trust between villains and villains.

"We want to see those things, Lucifer." Oswald said again, obviously the others also reached a tacit agreement, "Show us the things, and we will pay you a satisfactory price."

Salas guarded against Lucifer using magic to confuse others, and was always ready to break his magic when Lucifer used magic.

Who knew that Lucifer had no intention of using magic at all, but smiled and looked at the others: "Does it have to be so aggressive?"

The villains of Gotham watched him.

"Okay." Lucifer blinked, "Then let's be honest with each other—"

"There are no such weapons." Lucifer said suddenly, "I lied to you."

Lucifer recognized it, recognized Salas and won this one.

But Salas wasn't happy at all, because his sixth sense told him something was going to happen.

What he doesn't want is for Batman to find this place, and the greatest possibility for Batman to find this place is to chase a certain criminal.

And now all the criminals are already sitting here, and he has been watching all the time, and no one sends anyone out, so that they will not be discovered by the bats, and the bats will not chase here.

He thought about it, and suddenly realized that he had missed someone.

It was dark under the lamp.

"Peter." Salas turned his head to look at Lucifer, and said affirmatively, "Peter."

"I can lose, and you can lose, too, Salas." Lucifer said this, completely ignoring that the Gotham villain was about to kill him.

Then Salas heard the sound of windows breaking.

Salas knew a man who liked to break in through windows—Batman.

No wonder Lucifer didn't let Peter come with him just now, he deliberately left Spider-Man alone, and then gave him a chance to leave.

In that way, Peter will definitely go to Batman, and the last thing Salas wants to see at this moment is Batman.