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Chapter 69 Scarecrow
Chapter 69 Scarecrow
How dark is Gotham?
No one could possibly know the answer to this question.
Just like no one knows when Blackgate and Arkham will be able to hold prisoners and madmen.
But aside from those born evil, no one likes to be a universally hated villain from the start; most people just want to live a peaceful life in their own little corner of the world.
However, as long as Gotham's corrupt, decadent, and chaotic environment persists, it will continue to breed new, more insane, and more ruthless criminals.
No one can save this place.
Unless Batman can fundamentally reform Gotham and purify the place with a torrent of ideas.
Of course, there are even faster ways.
For example, how about enabling the Joker to successfully launch a nuclear missile?
Bruce quickly recovered from his disappointment, looked at Lucas, and stated the purpose of his visit:
"Do you know who the philosopher is?"
"I don't know, and you'd better find out for yourself."
Lucas made himself a cup of black coffee.
He was starving. If he had known that restaurant was so unreliable, he should have saved himself a few hamburgers.
The reason I chose that restaurant called Park Lane was simply because I saw a long queue at it when I passed by Iceberg Street.
After all, this is Gotham.
There can only be two types of restaurants that have long queues.
One type is a restaurant owned by a respectable family, while the other type is a base used by gangs for money laundering and clandestine transactions.
The other party belongs to the former category.
Bruce paused for a few seconds: "So, once we find out who it is, will we know the whereabouts of the Court of Owls?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no," Lucas replied ambiguously.
He didn't think this philosopher was qualified to know too many secrets about the Court of Owls.
Bruce found the answer hard to accept. He frowned and said, "I gave up half of Wayne Enterprises' shares. Do you know how much that is?"
"But you got the answer too, didn't you?"
Lucas countered with a question.
Bruce was speechless for a moment, and fell silent again.
Because he did indeed receive the answer that his parents had died.
Judging from the current situation, the answer given to him by the other party is most likely correct.
He was just confused.
Before he could even dig any deeper, he already sensed unimaginable resistance.
It felt as if a pair of eyes were watching his every move.
This reminded Bruce of a folk song about the Court of Owls.
He did not consider the philosopher to be a member of the Court of Owls.
The human experiments at Pinewood Farm began a few years ago, while the folk tales about the Owl Court have been circulating for over a century.
This is enough to show that it is an ancient and intricate, vast force hidden behind the scenes of Gotham.
He desperately wanted a direct answer.
However, the transaction at that time did not specify who the answer should be.
After all, who could have imagined that all of this would be connected to the Court of Owls, which was originally just a fictional entity?
"I will definitely get my revenge." Bruce Wayne clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning with determination.
He was certain that his parents' deaths were very likely related to Pine Forest Farm.
The human weaponization experiments at Pinewood Farm were very likely orchestrated by the Court of Owls.
His father discovered the secret there and forcibly shut it down, which led to retaliation from the Court of Owls.
So he wanted revenge.
His parents were the purest knights of light in Gotham, who funded the establishment of Gotham Hospital and Gotham University—yet they were tragically shot and killed because of the selfish desires of those villains.
Good people don't get good rewards, while bad people laugh at them from the shadows.
He vowed to become the avenging knight of this dark place, to drag the Court of Owls out of its shadows and punish everyone inside in his own way.
"I see the resolve of a son of vengeance, and the burning flames of fury." Lucas clapped his hands. "Now, you should hurry up and search for the murderer. Friendly reminder, you'd better hurry, otherwise, the witness you finally find might not be alive to see you again."
Bruce frowned, said nothing, and then left without a word.
Lucas shifted his position, leaning back lazily on the sofa.
Half an hour later, the belated sound of a stroller finally came from the corridor.
"Hello sir, your order of beef ribs with black truffle and pizza, which you ordered by phone, has arrived. Please pick it up."
Lucas pushed open the door expressionlessly, took the beef spine and pizza: "Maybe your boss could make a software called 'Starving to Death'."
"I'm so sorry."
The bespectacled young man sensed the sarcasm in Lucas's words and immediately lowered his head, looking apologetic.
The other person's voice was very soft, and their narrow, thin face appeared extremely pale, as if they hadn't seen the sun in a long time or had been living in a damp, poorly ventilated basement.
Of course, sunbathing in Gotham is not an easy thing, after all, the sky above is always shrouded in smog.
But what puzzled Lucas was that the other person's eyes were sunken and his legs were trembling slightly uncontrollably, making it clear that he had taken a lot of drugs.
This made him frown.
Although professions should be very inclusive.
But Lucas was still somewhat of a germaphobe, as a drug addict was delivering his food. The addict might very well be unable to resist adding something extra.
Just as he was about to speak, a beautiful woman with fair skin and a mature appearance, wearing a pure black deep V low-cut fitted halter-neck short dress, suddenly walked over: "Jonathan Klein, did you forget that there was one more to deliver?"
The other party has already called to complain.
The woman, wearing stiletto heels and a name tag identifying her as the restaurant manager, walked gracefully to Lucas's side. She had a stunning figure.
A unique fragrance wafted into Lucas's nostrils.
"Sorry, I'll take it over right away." The young man with glasses blushed and didn't dare to look up. He quickly walked in the opposite direction of the corridor.
The beautiful woman looked at Lucas with seductive eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry, another VIP also ordered the restaurant's beef ribs. Hmm—if you are not satisfied with the service, I can compensate you—as long as you don't complain like this guest did."
As she spoke, the woman puffed out her already exaggerated figure and leaned towards Lucas as if she were drunk.
"Sir, why don't you take off your mask—"
Lucas grabbed the beautiful woman's outstretched, fair hand, looked her up and down, and then said with a half-smile, "To be honest, I really didn't know that a bunch of rats hiding underground would know how to use their beauty to their advantage? But unfortunately, your beauty isn't enough to hook me."
These words were spoken.
The drunken look on the beautiful woman's face immediately disappeared, her pupils contracted sharply, and she reached behind her back.
But before she could even pull out the pistol she had prepared beforehand.
Lucas grabbed the woman by the neck and lifted her into the air.
"Hehehe————"
The woman immediately let out a painful sound, her face turning bright red.
"Do you know what it feels like to fall from the 33rd floor?" Lucas asked casually.