DC Tyrant

At night, Gotham was still shrouded in dark clouds, and the lingering dark clouds suppressed the entire city.

However, even in such a depressing city, the whole city can't help but stir up waves. The sound of lively discussions spreads along the streets and alleys, like ocean waves, passing waves non-stop, contagious.

The reason, of course, was that Bruce announced on the spot that he was Batman.

However, from day to night, in just ten hours or so, the streets and alleys have already been filled with discarded newspapers. Almost all newspaper offices are rushing to produce countless newspapers. Physiognomy and Batman look aboard.

The whole city fell into another kind of panic turmoil, whether it was the Gotham City Government, the police station, ordinary people, or underworld gangs, all caused violent reactions.

And at this moment, the Gotham Building.

In a spacious conference room, the bright incandescent lamp overhead illuminates the conference room, reflecting everyone's faces.

More than thirty people were in this grand meeting room.

In the dark oval round table in the middle, there are several people sitting, who control more than 5% of the shares of Wayne Enterprises. Shareholders with voting, initiative, and decision-making power, and more sitting on the sides, other principals of the Gotham family.

Of course, more shares are in the hands of the Wayne family, which is why the Wayne family has always been sovereign.

Ba Di was wearing a close-fitting suit, his figure was as thick as a mountain, with his back behind his back, he gently moved the aromatherapy oil lamp on the table with his fingers.

The wick of the rather retro aromatherapy oil lamp was stirred up by him, and the invisible aromatherapy smoke spread from the meeting, making every nervous shareholder in the meeting room who was about to ask questions subconsciously I feel a little more relaxed.

"Chairman Bruce, aren't you going to explain to us?"

"If this is just your game, then it's not fun, please quickly disregard your identity as Batman."

"We're all businessmen, not dark knights who save justice."

"Please don't make such jokes."

The topic was uttered by a thin middle-aged white man with eyes sitting on the side, and the rest began to speak one after another, but most of them were shareholders who were not sitting in the main seat.

Even if they didn't sit at the head of the table, those who sat next to them were multi-millionaires and billionaires that ordinary people couldn't start a business. The shares they owned were enough for him to come here and have the right to ask about everything about Wayne Enterprises.

Regarding Bruce's behavior, their interests have been seriously involved.

It's hard for them to predict what Wayne Enterprises will do because of this incident.

As for what happens to Batman, it doesn't matter to them.

They are businessmen, concerned with their own interests.

"Bruce, if you can't give a perfect explanation, please come down from the position of chairman for Wayne Enterprises."

In the end, there was an old man sitting at a dark oval table, with white hair, wrinkled face, and a cane. He owned a lot of shares in Wayne Enterprises, and was also one of Gotham's four major families, the head of the Kane family. People, in Bati's memory, there was a quite famous character in this family, Batwoman.

There were quite a few people around, silently nodding slightly in agreement.

It's about their interests, no matter how hard it is to let a playboy play like this.

Before, because Alfred, who was quite capable, handled any company decisions on his behalf, there had been no problems, but now, they were almost scared to death by being played by Bati.

Bati lightly fanned the aromatherapy on his face with his hand, and strands of aroma penetrated into the tip of his nose, making him close his eyes and squint slightly.

This kind of hypnotic gas for emergencies is the aromatherapy he transformed by using the scarecrow's fear gas, deleting and modifying the ingredients, combined with the huge database in his huge mind, which is enough to make Bruce, a body without any superpowers, match his jaw. Emperor understands the human spirit and physical means, enough to hypnotize many shareholders of Wayne Enterprises, and give psychological hints in their hearts.

Bati turned around, his eyes were as deep as the vortex of the sea, he scanned each shareholder one by one, and said: "Here..."

"How many are from the Court of Owls?"

Ba Di's eyes were full of scrutiny, and he looked at everyone's expressions without leaving anything behind.

As soon as these words came out, almost 90% of the people in the audience had a slight change in their faces, and their hearts froze for a moment, with a trace of panic, but everyone was like an old fox, and they were all frozen. The body returned to the surface in an instant, but the breathing inside was rapid, the blood circulation accelerated, and the aroma of aromatherapy penetrated into them from the tip of their noses.

"I was joking."

Ba Di suddenly laughed again, he pulled the seat away, sat down, and looked at the crowd with mocking eyes.

The person who was told the central matter just now breathed a sigh of relief. Between this kind of spirit and relaxation, the spirit has been relaxed, and the consciousness has gradually begun to blur, and he is about to start being hypnotized by Bati.

"What is the Court of Owls?"

"Is this some underworld organization?"

"Chairman, you can't play anymore."

Everyone in the Owl Court almost breathed a sigh of relief, looking at each other from the corners of their hidden eyes, even the rest of the people who were not in the Owl Court began to blur strangely.

Sudden.

At the moment when no one was mentally prepared.

He sat on the chair and tapped the table vigorously with his hand.

'Boom...'

A deep thud emanated from the dark oval tabletop, as if a wave of sound penetrated into their heads, making them drowsy.

Immediately, everyone in the audience fell into a hazy feeling that they just woke up and wanted to go back to sleep.

"Tomorrow night, call all the Court of Owls."

"Just in Wayne Enterprises, the secret cave of the Court of Owls!"

Ba Di's face was relaxed, and his eyes were as deep as the whirlpool of the sea, mysterious and fascinating, which attracted all the shareholders to stare at him with hazy eyes.

His fingers were pointing on the dark oval table, which was smooth and smooth, reflecting the chandelier above his head. His fingers were continuous like playing a piano, with a soft sound, like the sound of ocean waves and the gentle brushing of green grass in the prairie.

'Snapped'

Suddenly, Bati snapped his fingers.

"Wayne Enterprises is fine. I already have a comprehensive plan, but I haven't had time to tell you."

"The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I will make a detailed plan. This is an opportunity for us to cooperate deeply with the government and develop more business."

"Please look forward to it, Wayne Enterprises will not disappoint anyone!"

Batty stood up and said, looking very politely at the shareholders one by one.

And all the shareholders recovered without feeling anything, as if in the blink of an eye, they had already heard Bruce's answer after blinking their eyes.

Carrying on from the past to the future, although some shareholders have some objections, but because Wayne is still the company of Wayne's family, they can only wait for the so-called plan of the chairman the day after tomorrow.

Bati stepped forward and walked out of the meeting room first.

Alfred was already at the door, waiting with a straight figure like a British butler.

Seeing Bati walking out of the conference room, he followed, took out a tablet from behind, and said.

"Master, according to the clues you gave, probably, maybe, or, should, find the clown."