American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 102 The Remains of the Saint and the Grand Justice

In a corner of the city, a clock tower forgotten by the people of Gotham stands in the mist.

The Gothic reliefs on the exterior walls have been eroded beyond recognition by acid rain, and no one would stop to look at them here.

Legend has it that someone went in, but never came out.

The bronze owl statue perched atop a stone pillar, coldly gazing down at the long table below.

Twelve people sat around the table, their faces hidden by hoods, revealing only their chins and lips.

"Have Bruce Wayne and Diaw Brando been found?"

silence.

At the long table, a tall man slowly spoke: "Wayne, you've been chasing girls at school these past few days."

"Dio Brando was the last to appear in Gotham Port."

Another person chimed in, a woman, her tone tinged with barely perceptible annoyance, "He had contact with Deathstroke and was hunted by him for four days."

"Deathstroke? That mercenary?"

"Yes, he has acquired some shares in Vizan Pharmaceuticals and wants to sell them. I originally intended to..."

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The woman's voice was filled with suppressed anger: "As a result, just as Deathstroke was about to be sold, it was acquired by some trust funds."

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The atmosphere around the long table became somewhat heavy.

"The Angel of Death of Saint Duma is also chasing him, and Dio Brando's current status is unknown."

"Then continue monitoring."

At the end of the long table, Catherine, wearing an owl mask, tapped the table lightly: "The Wayne family cannot be touched by outsiders. As for St. Duma, we will let them know whose territory Gotham is."

"In addition, Strange reported that there were more and more cases of people coming back to life, but their memories were not fully preserved."

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"We need to be patient and lie low; we can't afford any trouble now."

All twelve hoods tapped at the same time.

"Yes, Your Honor."

After everyone left, Catherine, who was referred to as the Chief Justice, picked up her phone from the table and typed a message.

Alfred dropped Dio and Tabitha off at a dilapidated warehouse in the suburbs and then hurriedly left.

Having gone through so much, he needed to hurry back to the manor to upgrade the defense system; he was very busy.

drip.

Dior took out his phone; a text message from "Contact Person" appeared on the screen:

The court's informant will arrive at Wayne Manor in three days. Cooperate with him to get the evidence Bruce has. Don't try anything funny.

Dior's face darkened.

The Owl Court is up to its old tricks again.

It seems there's been progress on the Indian Mountain issue, otherwise the other side wouldn't have shown up.

"What's wrong?"

Tabitha stopped and looked back, her sharp edge subconsciously concealing itself.

"Aren't you scared?"

"Some small things."

Dio continued walking forward, and the further he went, the clearer the crying became.

"It seems that someone's niece was just startled and told everything."

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"You sent Bruce to question Sylvie about the killer's identity?"

"This wasn't part of our agreement, so..."

Dio met Tabitha's somewhat questioning gaze and nodded sincerely: "Yes."

"You're such an idiot."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Dio understood when he saw that Tabitha didn't react much.

Inside the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne. It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

The hired assassin stuffed the thick wad of payment into his pocket with satisfaction, a forced smile appearing on his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face. "You can handle this girl yourself, right? Want me to..."

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He raised the folding knife and smiled cruelly.

"No need, thank you."

"Then we'll take our leave, esteemed Mr. Wayne."

The door was pushed open.

Dior walked in first, followed by Tabitha, who had her hair in a high ponytail.

He casually glanced around the room, his gaze sweeping over the red-rimmed girl in the corner, before turning to Bruce: "So, did you get it?"

Bruce nodded calmly, reverting to his usual indifference: "It's a man named Malone."

"Ma Long?"

Dior frowned.

The name doesn't sound like an assassin; it sounds more like someone who plays pool.

"It sounds like a fake name."

But then the panel popped up.

[Achievement Completed: The Mystery of the Murderer]

[Reward: Passive - Shadow of the Wayne Family]

[Passive effect: Your reputation in Gotham's "underworld" increases; some people will fear you, while others will gravitate towards you.]

Is it true?

Was the killer really named Malone?

Dior frowned slightly, trying his best to suppress the sense of absurdity in his heart.

And this passive ability is better than nothing, I suppose.

"It's true, I can feel it."

Bruce walked over, the light falling on the conspicuous Tabitha. "Who's this? Your new subordinate?"

"I suppose so, Tabby. Go and catch up with your niece."

Dio glanced back at the somewhat angry Tabitha and gave her an order.

"I am not his..."

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Tabitha glared back, but after meeting those eyes, her gaze instinctively shifted away.

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..I see."

The crisp sound of high heels echoed in the warehouse.

Dio shifted his gaze from Tabitha to Bruce: "What are you planning to do? Kill that guy named Malone?"

"No!"

Bruce answered without hesitation this time.

"I won't kill him!"

"You won't kill him? He's the root of all your suffering, Bruce."

Dior's voice was seductive, like the devil's whisper, luring Bruce towards the abyss: "Your parents died at his hands, your childhood was ruined by him, your happiness was stolen by him, don't you want him to pay the price?"

"think."

Bruce looked up, meeting Dio's gaze without flinching, "But not in this way."

"Kill him, and it will all be over. You won't need to investigate anymore, and you won't need to suffer anymore."

Dior took a step forward, his voice even softer, "You only need to say 'yes'."

Bruce shook his head, his resolve unwavering: "Killing him won't end the suffering; it will only continue in a different form."

"My mother and father wouldn't agree either, so I won't kill him, even though I'm furious!"

Dio narrowed his eyes, staring at him, his expression shifting several times.

"You think I don't know what you're thinking?"

Bruce met his gaze. "You want me to do it, you want me to cross that line, and then I can never go back."

"I will not become you, Dio, and I did not kill him not because I did not hate him."

"It's because I don't want to become like him. He took my parents' lives, but I won't take his."

Dio's expression was hidden by the shadows overhead, but his clenched fists proved that he was equally unsettled.

"I didn't expect you to still be this stupid, Bruce."

"I hope that when you see him in person, you'll be able to resist the urge!"

"Tabitha, let's go."

Upon hearing this, Tabitha, who was comforting her niece, stood up.

She hesitated for a moment, took a deep look at Bruce Wayne, who was standing to the side with his fists clenched, and quickly followed.

On the roadside, Dio dialed the Gotham Police Department and told the police that the headquarters of the St. Dumas Order was located there.

With the Angel of Death dead, the Order is leaderless; all that remains is the task of cleaning up the battlefield.

Shortly after, a notification popped up indicating that the long-term task was completed.

[Long-term Quest: The Shadow of Saint Duma]

As the son of Gotham, you sent the Death Angel of the Order of St. Duma to the rubbish heap.

The sword of sin and redemption could not judge your sins, nor could the armor of sorrow bear the weight of your evil.

They thought they were hunting you until you showed them who the real prey was.

[Task Completed]

[Reward: Saint's Remains - Right Eye]

The right eye of the deceased?

Dio quickly glanced at her, then turned to look at Tabitha standing behind him.

"Dear Tabi, does the Order of St. Dumas still have any branches?"

"Yes, but not in Gotham, it's in Europe."

"Europe? Oh, that's a real shame."

Dio shook his head with a look of regret, then casually asked, "Our agreement still stands, doesn't it, Tabitha?"

Tabitha's expression froze as she met the other person's threatening gaze and obediently nodded.

"To be counted".