N-A-A Chapter 65 is very perverted.
Chapter 65 is very perverted.
Chapter 65 is very perverted.
Inside the giant reception room.
After several rounds of drinks...
This officially organized charity gala for children's hospitals is coming to an end.
The distinguished guests who had come to the banquet began to leave in twos and threes.
Soon, only Police Chief Loeb, Gotham Mayor Aubry, Bruce Wayne, and his loyal butler Alfred remained in the large reception room.
Alfred glanced at the time; it was already 8:30 PM. He then said gently, "Young Master, we should head back now."
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Although he has lived in Gotham for some time, Batman's diligent butler is not actually a native of Gotham.
This can also be seen from his clear and distinct London accent.
Alfred was a true Englishman who had served in MI6 for a long time before becoming the Wayne family's butler.
This laid a solid foundation for him to be able to work 24/7, 365 days a year even in his later years.
"Could we wait a little longer?" Bruce Wayne, still a teenager, turned to his old butler.
"Okay, but I don't think that person will come. You know, there are too many eyes in Gotham right now. If it were me, I'd rather maintain this mystery than expose myself to the public."
Alfred bowed slightly, leaned forward, and spoke in a calm tone, seemingly never in a hurry.
"That person played us for a fool."
the other side.
Loeb and Aubry looked embarrassed.
"He is destined to pay the price for his arrogant attitude today."
Loeb puffed out his bloated belly and said in a cursing tone.
The two then left the banquet hall together.
As he passed Bruce, Aubry glanced at him and couldn't help but start plotting his own scheme.
As is widely known, Wayne Enterprises was founded by the other party's parents.
As the heir, Bruce Wayne owns a whopping 51% of the shares.
This seems to give him absolute power within Wayne Enterprises.
However, according to the information he received, Bruce is currently unable to participate in any decision-making due to his age.
The actual operation of the entire Wayne Group is entirely in the hands of the board of directors and senior executives.
They viewed Bruce as nothing more than a "fat sheep" to be slaughtered.
The other party has no say in the company, and even when they try to access their parents' belongings or investigate the truth of a murder case, they are obstructed by senior management under the pretext of "protecting minors".
Perhaps I can find a way to trick them into giving me the shares.
It's unimaginable how enormous that number would be.
soon.
Only Bruce and Alfred, master and servant, remained in the banquet hall.
The light from the giant crystal chandelier reflected off Bruce's slightly disappointed face.
He stood up silently.
Even he himself didn't know why he wanted to meet the mysterious person who was stirring up trouble in Gotham's underground.
Perhaps it's related to the fact that the other party has the ability to disrupt the existing structure of this combined city.
Stepping out of the banquet hall, Bruce headed straight for a 20th-century American-style custom-built extended limousine in the parking lot.
"Bruce Wayne?"
Just as Alfred closed the car door, a deep voice suddenly came from the back seat.
Bruce was then surprised to find that there was someone sitting next to him.
The other person's figure was shrouded in the thick twilight outside the car window, making it impossible to see their features clearly; they looked like a ferocious demon.
Instantly, Bruce Wayne felt an indescribable sense of oppression wash over him.
Alfred looked at the mysterious person who had appeared in the car with a very serious expression, and quietly reached for the storage box on the lower left side of the dashboard.
"Mr. Alfred, I advise you not to move around rashly, otherwise, I don't think your head is harder than Sal Maroney's."
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"You're that mysterious person!" Bruce immediately realized.
Lucas looked at Bruce: "How about we make a deal?"
"A deal?" Bruce paused for two seconds.
He found it strange that this mysterious man, who caused so much turmoil in Gotham's underworld, had approached him alone and wanted to make a deal with him.
"What deal?" he asked.
"For example, the real cause of your parents' deaths—"
Lucas rested one hand on the car window and spoke calmly.
Bruce immediately became agitated.
He pressed on, "Do you know who the real killer of my parents is?"
Although the police quickly closed the case as a murderer, Bruce believed from the beginning that his parents' deaths were not accidental.
"Of course I know, or rather, no one knows better than me. But you have to understand, there's never a free lunch in this world," Lucas said.
Bruce frowned. "So you're saying you want to make a deal with me?"
"Correct answer, but no reward."
What do I need to give in return?
"As far as I know, you own 51% of Wayne Enterprises."
"You want my shares in Wayne Enterprises?" Bruce's expression immediately turned serious.
"I think no one could resist a golden rooster that can produce gold continuously."
"Young master, you can't agree to his request. He might be lying to you."
Alfred's usually calm tone quickened slightly, as if he was worried that Bruce might do something foolish.
However, he underestimated Bruce Wayne's desire to find out who killed his parents.
After a long silence, Bruce slowly spoke: "How can you guarantee that the information you provide is accurate? I simply cannot verify it."
"I have no obligation to make any guarantees to you. After all, this deal doesn't really mean much to me. I only made this offer because I saw the determination of a vengeful spirit. You can't imagine how many eyes are watching me."
Lucas shifted to a more comfortable position: "However, while I can't tell you the specific outcome before a deal is finalized, I can broaden your thinking."
Don't you find it strange that Gotham detectives, who are usually so evasive and perfunctory in their investigations, are so efficient in your parents' case?
"Is it because of the pressure from Wayne Enterprises?" Bruce asked uncertainly.
As major taxpayers, organizations like the Gotham Police Department and Gotham University receive substantial donations from Wayne Enterprises every year.
"No, what I mean by swift and decisive action is that they are eager to put a period to the case of your parents' deaths. Even if you, as the party involved, initially refused to accept this outcome."
Bruce fell into deep thought; he had always found this strange.
After a long silence, he said, word by word, "I can agree to this deal, but 51% of the shares is too much. It's the only thing my father left me. I can only give you half at most. Also, this matter needs to be notified to the other shareholders of the company. I'm not sure if they will cause trouble. Everyone knows that I am not yet an adult and my position in the group is very awkward. Those high-ranking officials in the company dream of taking advantage of me."
"Deal." Lucas did not insist on 51% of the shares.
Bruce would never agree to that.
Even if you agree now, you might suddenly change your mind later because of something you thought of.
"As for those who resist, believe me, they'll regret standing up for us. Well then, I wish us a pleasant collaboration in advance!"
Lucas opened the car door and got out: "By the way, just a reminder, don't develop the habit of collecting other people's dirt on you, that's like being a pervert."
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