Meiman: Get the Pleasant Goat template at the beginning

68. Chapter 68 Not a good dinner party!

Author: sing rooster

Chapter 68 Not a good dinner party!

"You have discovered us a long time ago. Why don't you take action directly? Are you worried that the image of Wayne Group will be damaged?"

Samantha tried to struggle, but found that her wrists were clamped by iron pincers, unable to make any movements. Instead, she tried to use words to gain a chance to escape.

Ian ignored the chaos in the hall: "I noticed your traces from the moment I entered this banquet hall. But I wanted to find out your identities first, so I didn't take action."

Samantha has been trained since childhood, and darkness has always been her helper, but now she finds that the boy holding her wrist is far calmer than herself, and it seems that the wealthy businessmen and celebrities being driven away have nothing to do with him.

This is a difficult opponent different from Batman, with a completely different persistence.

The woman began to regret this action. She should have been better prepared, but Batman's disappearance made her panic.

But there is no regret medicine in this world, so she could only delay time by saying: "Since you are so confident, have you figured out our identities?"

"The Court of Owls."

Ian spread the wind silently, found Caitlin who was pushed by the crowd, and pushed her to Rachel: "Frankly speaking, I have imagined the situation of confronting you, but that is after that, not

Now. There is no direct conflict of interest between us, but you still took the initiative to set a trap for me."

"Let me guess, you are here for Rachel. Someone has made a request to you, or it is a deal."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are so smart? Young sir." A wave of horror arose in the woman's heart: "I am really surprised that you can deduce most of the truth from just a few words."

"It's a fact that I'm smart, I don't need your approval."

Ian shook his head: "I want to ask, do you plan to be loyal to your organization to the end?"

"If I don't do this, everything I have will be gone."

Ian laughed dumbly: "Do you think I am a good person, so I will follow Batman's no-kill principle and throw you into prison?"

"Isn't it? You are still living in Wayne Manor. Are you willing to risk offending Batman and kill me?" Samantha became anxious, and she began to use threats.

"I really admire Batman's perseverance. He can still restrain his anger when facing scoundrels like you." Ian laughed angrily at the scoundrel look of this woman.

He exerted a slight force, and there was a cracking sound from Samantha's bones.

"First, I have a cooperative relationship with the Bat Family. I respect them, so I am willing to abide by their principles."

"Second, I am a good person, but that doesn't mean I will tolerate you scoundrels without any bottom line."

"Third, I have recently learned a special alchemy that will make sure you bastards can't die."

Ian's voice became colder and colder, like the cold wind blowing from the heavy snow in winter.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Samantha maintained her last stubbornness and sneered: "At least the people who died in the dark tonight are all because of you. You will bear these sins forever, forever."

"Wrong again. If all the people in the Court of Owls are of your level, I would be very disappointed."

"Millet!"

Ian shouted, and Xiaomi instantly transformed into a large light bulb, lighting up the entire hall.

Samantha opened her eyes wide, and all her claws were locked in place by the wind circle. Although their instincts prompted their bodies to resist, it was useless.

The Court of Owls wanted to use the darkness to launch a beautiful surprise attack, but Ian took advantage of it in turn.

No one in Gotham has stronger control over the wind and air currents than him. He only needs to simulate a scream. Of course, those celebrities and wealthy businessmen who have no fingers in the world can't tell the difference between real and fake, and they rush to leave just to leave.

As for those so-called sharp claws, they are just some moving corpses. It is even easier to deal with them. A wind circle can trap them in place.

And the truth created by lies deceived the arrogant Samantha.

Ian looked at the woman's desperate expression and said coldly: "You don't need to worry too much about your own safety. Before you spit out all the secrets in your mind, you are still valuable to me."

Samantha seemed to have predicted her end. She said bitterly: "Our people will not let you go. The court of owls will always find the debtor."

Ian curled his lips in disinterest, waved his hand, and the emerald green wind rope tied up the woman.

The master of the Court of Owls, Barbatos, is certainly a formidable opponent, but there is nothing special about the Court of Owls, except for a "Dionysian factor" that claims to make people immortal.

But with the system in place, Ian is not worried at all about the day he will die of old age.

He passed through the trapped claws and came to several people: "Caitlin, are you not injured?"

"You should care about Rachel first." Caitlin stood up on her own, looking at the sharp claws with bird masks around her, feeling frightened in her heart.

"Rachel knows magic, but she has the ability to protect herself better than you."

Ian speaks quickly, without being polite at all, but he speaks the truth.

Caitlin is extremely helpless. She has been in Gotham for less than a week, but she has encountered more dangers than before. The most annoying thing is that Ian has no gentlemanly manners at all, which is really annoying.

"We should go!"

Ian grabbed Samantha, the only living person, and wanted to contact Dick or Commissioner Gordon to ask them to take away all the claws and dispose of them.

However, they were all dealing with their own troubles. Dick and the others encountered a sudden attack, and Big Big Wolf and he were trying to get Tim back, who was in trouble.

The Gotham Police Station was also blocked by a group of unknown people armed with heavy weapons. From Gordon's description, those people looked a lot like the claws of the Court of Owls.

Caitlin took off her high heels, regained her composure, looked at Ian and asked, "Did you get what you wanted?"

"Things are always universally connected. When the Court of Owls starts to act, other organizations cannot stay away. Eventually everyone will be involved in the vortex of Gotham, and no one will be spared."

"You actually still believe in fate?" Caitlin had very complicated feelings about Ian, feeling that this man was like a kite floating in the sky.

"It's not fate, it's reality."

Ian answered the question simply.

He considered sealing these claws the same way he sealed Bane, or directly cutting off the source of power that maintained their activities.

But before he made a decision, he heard a rumbling sound from downstairs, and the whole building began to shake, as if something had dug away at the foundation of the building.

"What happened?" Caitlin grabbed the chair next to her and tried to steady herself.

Ian shook his head and said regretfully: "Caitlin, you really should have listened to me and stayed in Wayne Manor tonight instead of coming to this messy banquet."

Boom!

The entire building fell uncontrollably to one side, and several floors hit the ground directly, setting off a dust storm and countless screams.

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