The muscles on the godfather's face, which were ashen and stiff, couldn't help but twitch. It seemed that because he knew the situation was over, he sneered a little bit:
"You demolished my home, my family, and all my men were defeated by you alone. The reputation of the Grave family was ruined. Now you tell me that this is for my own good?"
"Um... I just knocked them out, I probably didn't kill them." Diana interrupted to explain.
If he really killed all the dozens of people in the manor, even if they were indeed unclean and even deserved their crimes, wouldn't she also become a murderer?
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Amazon warriors are indeed warlike, but they regard this as a sacred thing.
"Is there a difference?"
The godfather adjusted his clothes and tried his best to look more decent. Then he raised his head and said:
"Madam, I admit defeat if I lose at your hands, but that doesn't mean you can insult our brains!"
Even now, he still can't figure out where he failed.
Facing two unknown strangers, he was already cautious enough.
Not only did they not directly use force to solve the problem, they also invited the other party to come over and talk.
Even if it is a conversation, he tries his best to complete it with the purpose of testing or negotiating.
However, the other party is really unreasonable.
To be straight to the point, we are not prepared for any compromise, peace talks, or exchange of interests.
Looking back now,
It was obvious that the other party was here to cause trouble, but what was ridiculous was that he also led the wolf into the house.
This was mainly because his experience in the mafia over the past decades had deceived him. Gotham is not yet the era where lunatics were everywhere and gangsters were inferior to dogs.
"Printing shop." Diana said suddenly.
"What?" The godfather was a little stunned. He didn't expect that the woman in front of him would suddenly say such a word.
Diana continued: "That printing house is a trap. Someone has set it up. As long as you dare to continue to get involved, all kinds of trouble will soon come to your door."
The godfather quickly calmed down. It was impossible for him to believe just because of Diana's empty words. He asked instead:
"Who set the trap? How did you know?"
Of course it was Black Superman who said it. Diana actually didn’t know where Black Superman knew it from. Fortunately, Black Superman also taught her this, and the riddle immediately said:
"You don't need to know where I learned it. If you don't believe it, you can send someone to check now. They can always find some clues."
The godfather fell silent.
He glanced at the surrounding rooms that were in a mess due to the fighting, and said:
"What about you? What is your purpose?"
"Ahem." Diana put her fist in front of her lips, cleared her throat and said:
"Afterwards, we will send over the master copy of our newspaper. I need your people to help print it out."
After hearing this, the godfather had deep doubts in his eyes, "That's it?"
"Just because of this matter, you directly beat up the Grave family from beginning to end?"
Even he felt a little inexplicably complicated at the moment, as if there were thousands of alpacas galloping and trampling in his heart.
Diana was a little surprised that the reaction of the guy in front of her was exactly the same as what Black Superman said. She was surprised and did not forget to recite the lines and said:
"I don't want to waste time on this kind of thing, it's best this way."
…
Diana left Grave Manor as if she were in a deserted place. Of course, no one could stop her.
When she returned to the newspaper office, her first reaction was to ask Peter,
"What's going on? Who is targeting those mafia gangs?"
Peter was playing with the newly returned coffee machine. After a while, he brewed two cups of coffee, put them on the table aside, and said:
"You sit down first and try."
Diana blinked, and the strong aroma of coffee entered her nose, refreshing her senses.
It smells so good!
Although Black Superman asked her to make coffee before, she had never tasted coffee.
It's just that in London, many people admire this fragrant liquid.
After tasting the sweetness of ice cream, she was full of expectations for human food.
She carefully picked up the coffee with both hands, felt the temperature of the cup, slightly raised her moist red lips and blew on it, then took a small sip...
I mean! It’s so bitter!
In just a second, Diana looked embarrassed, stuck out her tongue, lowered the corners of her mouth, looked at Peter in surprise and said:
"Why is it so painful!"
Peter took a slow sip and said, "That's what coffee is."
Diana's eyebrows were knitted together, "It's really painful. Why would anyone like this kind of thing?"
Peter glanced at her and said, "If you can't stand it, you can add some milk or sugar. From now on, this will be your job."
He put down the coffee in his hand and returned to business:
"As for the Grave family...it's obvious that their development has reached a critical point.
After decades of development in Gotham, every industry has become a carrot and a pit, and it has long been divided up by the four major families and various mid-level families and political leaders in advance."
“This is an extremely xenophobic and conservative group, and any force that tries to get a piece of the pie will receive a joint attack from them.
After all, one more person means one more benefit."
"To a certain extent, these mafiosi are just another group of outsiders to them. At their core, they are just a group of guarding sheepdogs. It's okay to drink soup, but you still want to serve it together?"
Peter didn't say any more. He only gradually realized this when he arrived in Gotham.
In this way, his subsequent actions are destined to stir up some people's nerves.
Diana was already frowning as she listened. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand this, but she just didn’t like it.
Rather than thinking about these dirty deals and shady interests all day long, she wants to protect those who are vulnerable and have been oppressed.
However, as Peter moved around during this period, she gradually understood that personal power is limited.
What she can do alone is extremely limited.
Of course, this is something.
At this moment, Diana had a doubt that she wanted to find out more. She complained first,
"It's so obvious!"
Then he asked: "Did you know this from the beginning? From the time you purchased this newspaper."
Peter glanced at Diana with relief, feeling that his cultivation was finally bearing fruit.
Then he said something that made Diana furious,
"you guess."
"..."
The Riddler, get out of Gotham!
Diana took a deep breath, the fluffy cream in front of her undulating tremblingly, picked up the coffee and took a sip to quench the fire.
After realizing that I really couldn't stand the bitter taste, I could only get up and look for milk and sugar.
After raising the level of the entire cup of coffee to twice the level, she relaxed her frown.
Peter looked at it with a smile, thinking about buying a scale someday, and said: