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

Chapter 122 A Stand That Combines Offense and Defense, Chocolate Disco

Two days have passed since I returned from Gotham City.

Dio thought he could finally have some peace and quiet, but Bruce started nagging in his ear from breakfast and didn't stop all morning.

"You know what? Bruce? You've been nagging me all morning."

"I just wanted to tell you how I feel."

Bruce felt no remorse, and even felt that what he was doing was meaningful: "If someone can be rescued, I have to try, but..."

"You killed them without even blinking an eye."

Bruce stared at Dio, very sincerely: "I'm not sad for them, I'm sad for you."

That's right, that's the kind of person Batman is. Even if he doesn't say it at the time, he'll still secretly feel guilty afterward.

Gan!

"what!"

Dio's forehead veins throbbed, and his tone turned cold: "Go to hell with your broken rules."

"Then you can inherit Wayne Enterprises?"

Bruce stood up and shook his head. "So I won't die."

"Then could you share some of the dirt you've collected with me?"

Dior gave a cold laugh, then seized the opportunity, saying, "After all, we're family."

"Of course not."

Bruce knew that if the dirt fell into Dior's hands, it would only become a tool for threats, which would disrupt his plans.

"This is out of the question."

The fist hardened, it really hardened.

Dio really wanted to punch Bruce's sullen face, watch him wail and cry, and then eat cookies while reading.

"Okay, can I have some time to myself?"

Dior looked exhausted.

Who could imagine a cold-faced young man earnestly telling you how much he feels guilty?

Who could stand four whole hours of negative emotional outbursts?

"It was a pleasant conversation, Dio."

Bruce picked up his teacup with satisfaction and sighed, "It seems we'll have to have these kinds of conversations often."

The door closed, leaving Dio alone in the room.

Please spare me.

Dior felt like his soul was leaving his body.

Just then, a message came in. Dior took out his phone and looked at it:

[It's raining tonight, Reggie will arrive—Contact Person]

Reggie?

A name I've never heard of, an unknown nobody?

Dio stroked his chin. Since he didn't recognize them, the breakthrough lay with the other two. It seemed Bruce had indeed obtained some dirt that was giving the Court of Owls a headache.

Could this Reggie become a springboard for me to leverage more benefits?

"never mind."

Dior shook his head.

No matter what the court does, improving yourself is never a bad thing.

"I wonder if my good luck has returned these days?"

He stretched his sore neck, looked at the more than two thousand points on the panel, and smiled.

Things are about to get chaotic again, so I'm going to relax and maybe try my luck at the raffle.

"Silver Bullet, here I come."

In the stable, Dio was brushing the silver bullet's fur, a faint smile on his lips.

He had only one hobby in his life—horses.

Whether riding a horse or brushing fur, it makes him feel very therapeutic.

He watched as the silver bullet's mane grew smoother and smoother, as if the dark thoughts in his heart were being suppressed.

He had enough points to draw twenty times in the past few days, but Dior still had concerns.

There are many useless abilities in the pool, such as Cheap Tricks and Rainbow Catcher.

After all, although Gotham has a lot of rain, it's not rain in the conventional sense, so even if you get some, you can't use it.

Not to mention cheap tricks.

Dio stroked the mane of the silver bullet, a thought suddenly occurring to him.

The black and white spinning wheel began to spin, and soon the results of the ten-draw lottery were revealed.

[Bruce Wayne's Guide to No-shows]

[Guide to Brewing Black Tea with Hellfire]

[The Joker's favorite Batman underwear]

hiss!

It's so spicy it hurts my eyes!

Dior gasped and continued reading.

[Tequila Girl's Swimsuit Photoshoot - Summer Special Edition - Part 3]

Stand Awakening Level 2%

This is not bad.

Dior nodded, his brushing motions becoming faster and faster.

Excellent! ...

"Hissing sound."

The silver bullet squinted its eyes in comfort, looking as if it were about to ascend to heaven.

Dior continued looking down.

[Deathstroke Teaches You Abs DVD x1]

[Kryptonite-flavored mints x1]

【The Untold Story Between the Sea King and the Fish ×1】

[Stand-up - Chocolate Disco x1]

【Healing Factor - Weak ×1】

The Sea King and the fish are unspeakable...

Just as Dio was about to take out the book, he saw the Stand ability he had drawn.

[Stunt double - Chocolate Disco]

[Arm Guard Stand]

[Ability: Extends a coordinate system marked with letters and numbers from within the user's body. The user can teleport objects within this coordinate system from one coordinate to another at any time. The teleported object will appear directly above the target and rapidly descend, precisely plunging into the coordinate system.]

[PS: Both physical attacks with a physical form and energy attacks without a physical form can be transferred.]

Transfer attack? It can also be used for attacks?

A stand-in that combines offense and defense.

I just don't know if Superman's heat rays can be transferred.

Dior picked up a carrot and casually pressed it onto the arm guard.

Whoosh!

The carrot instantly appeared directly above the corresponding coordinates and slammed downwards.

Click!

"That's quite powerful."

He parted the grass on the lawn and saw that the fairly firm ground had been dented by a carrot.

This is just a carrot; if it were an awl, a nail, or strong acid, at this speed, it would be almost impossible to dodge.

Its only weakness is its eyesight—if its vision is impaired, it cannot pinpoint the enemy's location.

But it's not a problem for him; he has spider sense and ripples, so it doesn't matter whether he can see it or not.

"I made a profit."

Dio then turned his gaze to the next item, the healing factor within Deathstroke's body, albeit a weakened version.

[Healing Factor - Weak]

[Origin: Military secret laboratory]

[Ability: Recovery speed is three times that of a normal person; it can accelerate wound healing and clear toxins, but it cannot repair fatal wounds or regenerate severed limbs.]

hiss.

Am I about to have some really bad luck?

Dio felt inexplicably uneasy; his luck had gotten way too good this time.

Looking at the remaining thousand points, he decisively shut down the system.

One should not overdraw one's luck, otherwise there is a risk of being favored by great fortune.

Night fell quickly, and the rain poured down.

Dior stood quietly by the window, swirling the grape juice in his wine glass.

On the path in the distance, a middle-aged man wrapped in a thick coat and soaking wet walked straight towards them.

"Reggie?"

Dior stroked his chin, a thoughtful look flashing between his brows.

"Looks like today is my lucky day."

"A pawn delivered to his doorstep, Bruce who is full of rules and refuses to divulge any dirt on himself."

Dio tapped the windowsill with his fingertip, his gaze fixed on the figure in the rain, his smile deepening. "Perfect. Use Reggie as a springboard to pry open the secrets Bruce is holding onto, and then naturally extend your reach into the inner workings of Wayne Enterprises."

"The Wayne family's fortune, and those rats lurking in the shadows at the Court of Owls..."

""

He gently swirled his wine glass, the rain reflecting on his handsome, pale profile, giving him a slightly bewitching look: "It's all my turn now, I'll take over slowly."

"Come on, Reggie. Be a good pawn and don't let me down."