When Bruce Wayne walked into the party venue in a suit and tie, the whole place immediately burst into song.
"Persians of the Shanghai style must be anointed with oil, and Persians of the Shanghai style must be anointed with oil..."
All the gentlemen and ladies stood on both sides, holding wine glasses, smiling and singing happy birthday in unison to bless the young Prince of Gotham.
Decorated with power, any absurd and deviant behavior can be given profound meaning. For example, at this moment, people no longer pay attention to why Mr. Wayne appears alone, with neither an international supermodel nor his legendary close friend Rachel Dawes by his side.
People just looked at Bruce Wayne with a smile and hoped that he would be happy.
Sure enough, Bruce Wayne had a smile on his face, took a wine glass, raised it high, and greeted everyone happily.
When the singing paused, a white-haired gentleman appeared next to Bruce Wayne.
"Mr. Earl."
"Happy birthday, Bruce."
"Thank you", Bruce Wayne cordially shook hands with the COO of Wayne Group, and then asked: "How is the stock situation?"
You must know that some time ago, with the full support of the group owner Bruce Wayne, Earle successfully listed the Wayne Group. Seeing huge wealth rolling in, Earl said happily: "It's soaring all the way.
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So when Bruce Wayne asks: "So who's buying?"
Mr. Earl's answer was very simple: "Various investors and brokers, the situation is very complicated. The most important thing is that our company has a bright future."
In Earl's eyes, Bruce Wayne is a playboy. His daily partner is either an international supermodel or a Russian prima ballerina. He spends a lot of money just to win a beautiful smile. He is a completely ignorant and prodigal playboy. So in Earl's eyes, Bruce Wayne is a playboy.
It seems to the gentleman that only the last sentence is enough to dismiss the playboy in front of him.
Faced with the perfunctory tone in Mr. Earl's words, Bruce Wayne didn't seem to hear it at all. He smiled and raised his glass: "Very good!"
After communicating with Earl, Bruce Wayne found Fox again and told him the situation. At this time, the party organizer came over and stopped him.
"Bruce, there is a guest here now, you must meet him."
"Not now, Dinny." Bruce Wayne said perfunctorily.
"No, you must meet him. I hope I can pronounce his name correctly."
Dany raised her voice: "Ras-a-goo!"
As if being held in place by a body-holding technique, Bruce Wayne suddenly stopped and looked at Denny's gaze.
A young face turned around, his face was expressionless, his eyes pretended to be vicissitudes of life, and there was a light yellow beard around his mouth.
This was clearly a young man in his twenties and thirties, and he was not at all the dead Ras-a-Guru that Bruce Wayne saw in the League of Shadow Warriors.
"You are not Ras-a-Goo, for he is dead."
Bruce Wayne murmured, but his tone was a little cautious.
The real Ras-a-Goo has died before his eyes, and now someone is pretending to be him, so there must be something weird in this.
At this moment, a very familiar voice sounded behind him, but it made Bruce Wayne's hair stand on end.
"But Ras-a-Goo is the immortal god, and his power is supernatural."
In an instant, Bruce Wayne's face became solemn, and he slowly turned around and saw his fighting teacher, Henry Duca, the ninja master in the Shadow Warriors League.
Back at the Shadow Warriors Alliance headquarters, Bruce Wayne instigated explosives to destroy the headquarters building, saw the death of Ras-a-Goo with his own eyes, and rescued Henry Duca with his own hands.
But at this moment, he understood everything.
Henry Duca is the real Ras-a-Goo, and he is the real leader of the Union of Warriors.
The dead Ras-a-Goo was nothing more than Henry Duca's puppet. When a puppet dies, he can be replaced by another one at any time. Therefore, Ras-a-Goo is immortal because he exists forever.
Bruce Wayne looked at the guests around him, and a chill rose in his heart. He knew that the guy in front of him was more powerful than Carman Feconi, more ambitious and ruthless than him.
Feconi just wanted to enslave Gotham, but the real Ras Al-Goo in front of him wanted to destroy Gotham.
"This is a matter between you and me, let everyone go."
Bruce Wayne whispered.
Ras-A-Goo smiled slightly. He came here because his arrangements were already in place. Whether the guests at Bruce Wayne's party stayed or left, they would not survive tonight. The fallen brother
Tan will be destroyed today.
So he said calmly: "Why don't you tell everyone in person?"
But Bruce Wayne knows that if everyone stays, the Shadow Warriors Alliance will definitely kill everyone. If everyone leaves, he has a chance to save Gotham.
So he took a step back, raised his glass, and shouted drunken nonsense, full of ruthless contempt for the guests.
(I won’t say the original words, it’s too long!)
Faced with Bruce Wayne's drunken remarks, everyone was very surprised and felt that their dignity was deeply offended.
Regardless of whether everyone came for Bruce Wayne's wealth or not, after hearing Bruce Wayne's drunken words, everyone was very angry and left one after another.
Among the people leaving, many people remained motionless. They were all tall and strong, with sharp eyes, staring at Bruce's figure.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and Ras-A-Goo walked over with a smile: "It's funny, but it's meaningless. These people won't live long."
"Mr. Bruce Wayne, can we take a picture with you?"
An unexpected voice suddenly sounded, making Bruce Wayne and Lars-a-Coodoo startled.
I saw a Chinese young man in his twenties, holding his fair-skinned and beautiful white girlfriend, standing next to Bruce Wayne.
The two of them have keen eyes, and they are probably fans of the Gotham Prince.
"Mr. Feng Wayne seems to be in trouble, so let's not disturb him." Alexis took Feng Zhou's arm and whispered.
"Yes, I'm very busy. I don't want to see sycophants like you. The party is over. Let's go." Bruce Wayne looked at the people in front of him and spoke as before.
"Haha, Bruce, I didn't expect that you already have fans just after you returned to Gotham."
Ras-A-Goo looked in front of him with a smile and waved his hand gently.
In his opinion, these two young people, especially the Chinese, were just young boys who didn't know the world and had no experience in the world. They just dismissed them casually.
A burly man walked up to Feng Zhou and said with a sneer: "Boy, this is not the place for you to stay. Leave quickly, or I will make you lie on the ground and get out."
Feng Zhou blocked Alexis behind him and suddenly laughed: "I won't get out, but you will fall down soon."
"Hmph, you're asking for a beating!" The sturdy man just raised his fist when he suddenly felt dizzy, his body went limp and he fell to the ground.