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

Chapter 108 The Clown's Holiday Greetings

snort!

A weak and naive attempt.

Dior sneered inwardly.

Just a mere listening device?

Bruce, aren't you underestimating me?

Do you think I'd become hysterical? Or that I'd completely break off all ties with you?

He casually glanced at the listening devices hidden in the wall, picked out the vast majority of them, and crushed them.

If you think about it from another perspective, listening devices not only benefit the eavesdropper, but also the person being eavesdropped on.

I found the bugging device and destroyed it so Bruce wouldn't suspect anything.

That way I can say things to mislead you in the room.

Bruce, you're still too young. This time, I'm standing in the atmosphere!

A hint of mockery flashed in Dio's eyes; the revenge had only just begun.

Just you wait, Bruce!

It was noon before we knew it.

"Young masters, how do you plan to celebrate the Fang Sheng Festival this year?"

Alfred stood quietly by the table, holding a tray with a smile on his face. "Should we invite some classmates from school? I'll prepare some barbecue and drinks for you."

"I've also bought the pumpkin for carving; it's from Howden."

"By the way, Miss Selena, should we invite her to visit the manor?"

"You can arrange it, Alfred."

Bruce stared intently at the financial report in his hand, showing no interest in Halloween. "My schedule is packed lately, I don't have much time."

"Yeah?"

Dior slowly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and casually placed the crushed listening device between his fingers on the financial report in front of Bruce. "Bruce, if you have any questions for me, feel free to ask."

"We're 'family,' right? There's no need for such low-class tricks."

Bruce froze, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

Before he could even defend himself, Dio turned to Alfred, who had stopped what he was doing, and his tone shifted from mockery to concern: "Alfred, you should also talk to him. In order to investigate the case, he even has to monitor the people he can trust."

"Gotham's waters run deep; he can't handle it all by himself. If he continues to be so stubborn, he'll only push away everyone who can help him."

"I'm really worried about him being like this, and this distrust is causing me a lot of psychological harm!"

After saying this, Dior even looked heartbroken, firmly placing himself in the position of the victim.

Bruce stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Dio, whose face was full of "worry" and "discomfort".

"Dio! You! You! You! You!"

He never expected Dior to retaliate in such a childish way.

Telling the parents is acceptable, isn't it?

Is it really that uncomfortable?

[Great villainous savior, you successfully thwarted Batman's dark plan with the most unexpected move. Points +100]

Dior raised an eyebrow, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"Young Master Bruce!!"

Alfred had already worried that Bruce would be blinded by hatred and become paranoid, and today's events confirmed his fears: "You've gone too far! How can you be considered a true gentleman like this!"

"Alfred, it was indeed an act, but I don't regret this decision."

Bruce forced himself to remain calm, but out of the corner of his eye, he glared at the sinister blond boy.

Haha, you didn't expect this move, did you?

Dior smiled subtly, returning a smug look.

"Bruce! What did you say?" Alfred's voice rose a notch!

"Okay, okay."

Bruce understood Dio's meaning and could only force a smile of apology: "I'm sorry, I won't do that again. I won't test you anymore."

"Alfred, I hope you can keep an eye on me and remind me promptly when I make a mistake."

"Is that so? That's more like it, Master Bruce."

Alfred looked pleased; in his view, the mistakes he made in his youth were not mistakes at all.

Who hasn't made mistakes when they were a child?

When he was a child, he even secretly let the neighbor's cow run away.

Making mistakes is normal, but it's essential to recognize them promptly.

It's good to admit your mistakes and correct them.

"I'm glad you recognized your mistake."

"Yes, Alfred, I realize my mistake."

Seeing this, Dior shook his head.

He never expected this trick to actually work; it was just a way to annoy Bruce.

"What's wrong, Dior? Don't you want to forgive me?"

Bruce, seeing his slightly surprised gaze, gave him the same fake smile as the other man. "Otherwise, why are you shaking your head?"

Alfred's gaze also turned towards them.

"Okay, I forgive you, Bruce."

Dior took a big bite of his steak.

Damn bat brat!

And so, an ordinary lunch at Wayne's house came to an end.

Time quickly passed and evening arrived.

Dior sat on the sofa, watching TV and idly changing channels.

Today is Halloween, and given yesterday's ordeal, he decided to give himself a day off.

It's important to balance work and rest.

Relax, relax.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even know when this city drove them crazy.

Welcome to Gotham City Horror Stories. Tonight's topic is—is your cat really a cat?

Halloween Special! Buy two anti-clown sprays, get one free, plus a free scream alarm!

"...The weather station reminds residents that there may be a swarm of bats migrating through the city tonight for Halloween. Residents are advised to close their doors and windows and not to hang red clothing to dry on their balconies."

What on earth is this?!

Dior paused, then pressed it again expressionlessly.

"The pig-headed man has hunted down three police officers. The victims were first tracheas cut and then covered with a hollowed-out pig's head. Falcone is offering a $100,000 reward to encourage anyone to come forward with information."

"A pig-headed man? Looks like another madman."

Alfred came in from outside the door, carrying some nuts and milk.

"Young Master Dior, I have found out what you asked me to investigate."

Dio turned off the TV, stepped back, took the tray from the other person, and asked, "So what happened?"

"The Joker gang struck again a few days ago. The original police commissioner was unfortunately killed, and Harvey Bullock was temporarily summoned to serve as the interim police commissioner before the new commissioner takes office."

"Is that so? I thought he was taking bribes again, or doing some dirty work for Lob."

Upon hearing this, Dio stopped paying much attention to Xavi's matter.

"Young Master Dior, you and I both know this is a perfectly normal thing."

Alfred had a different opinion, speaking calmly: "You must be wondering why Detective Harvey, with his extensive network and seniority, doesn't have much money, right?"

"I know."

Dio answered Alfred's question with a blank expression.

"Because that fool used all his money to pay for his former partner's medical and living expenses."

"He's a fool, a fool even more foolish than Gordon."

"Young Master Dior, but Gotham needs these kinds of fools, doesn't it?"

Dio didn't speak; in fact, he didn't understand why he suddenly couldn't answer the question.

For a moment, his feelings were complicated. Upon hearing this, he actually felt that there was hope for the city.

I'm really crazy.

Dior shook his head.

After all, Gotham's law is always: whenever it tries to get better, it gets worse.

It gradually got dark outside the window, and only the firelight from the fireplace flickered on the wall inside the room.

Ring ring— Ring ring—