The God Killer in the American Comics World

No matter what happens in the chaotic Gotham City, it is not surprising.

For example, a valuable necklace was lost in Bruce Wayne's mansion, and an unlucky congressman got into trouble with Catwoman after attending the Wayne Charity Foundation dinner, and was shot by Catwoman, losing half his life.

None of this can compare to the two people who appeared at a charity ball hosted by Ms. Tate.

"Oh! God! It's Bruce Wayne." I don't know if it was a coincidence, but after the Joker made a fuss for a while, the famous Bruce Wayne went into seclusion for a long time, and suddenly appeared in a sports car tonight.

His appearance certainly attracted the attention of reporters squatting at the door.

At this moment, a small accident happened.

"Oh! Praise God! It's Angle!"

As the most famous playboy in Gotham City after Bruce Wayne, Angle himself is a walking signboard. He is embarrassed to say that the nightclubs he has not been to are the top nightclubs in Gotham. Not to mention that he recently bought shares in Stark Industries and then publicly shorted the Osborn Group, becoming the recognized new darling of Wall Street.

Because a lot of his operations with various banks are business secrets, no one knows how much money he has now. The only thing that can be confirmed is that, excluding his shares in Stark, his cash flow is definitely at the level of one billion US dollars.

The appearance of Anger immediately caused a commotion among the reporters. They even gave up Bruce Wayne in front of them and rushed to the next parking space to press the shutter of the camera at Anger who got off the McLaren sports car.

Bruce is not unfamiliar with the flashing spotlights, and he doesn't care about it. Isn't he tired of these reporters because he has been in seclusion recently?

When he saw the face that vaguely resembled him in seven points, but was younger and more handsome than him, his calm heart seemed to have a little fluctuation.

"Oh! What a coincidence! You are the famous V, no, Mr. Bruce Wayne? 'First' meeting! My name is Anger. Oh, Chinese people have special surnames, my surname is [An]!" On the surface, Anger, like all the fans, gave a warm greeting to the 'old' senior, and was even so nervous that he got tongue-tied and said the wrong thing.

Bruce was so experienced that just by listening to Anger's pronunciation, he was sure that this bastard boy must know a lot of things.

The question is, how much does he know! ?

When he put on the bat mask, he could ignore Anger.

In public, as the head of the top chaebol in Gotham City, it was not appropriate for him to ignore a major shareholder of the Stark Group no matter what his position was.

"Hello! Mr. Anger." Facing Anger's outstretched hand, Bruce still stretched out his hand and shook it.

Ange didn't deliberately try to give his wild father a shock from Kratos, but he could tell from the slight twitch on his wild father's face that his strength value had been fully sensed by his father.

The most amazing thing was not this, but the system actually gave a prompt.

[Special Mission (Rebellion against the Gorgeous King) Released - Request from the Remnant Soul of the Original Owner: The original owner of this body has a deep grudge against his father Bruce Wayne. If the host can initiate a gorgeous revenge on his father, the host will be rewarded with different degrees of soul enhancement according to the degree of revenge. ]

Ange was embarrassed on the spot.

How could this happen?

He personally didn't have any bad feelings towards Batman. He would spend money given by the Bat Master. To be honest, as long as the master didn't come to mess with him, he didn't mind treating the Bat Master as his real father.

As for revenge.

There are many ways to revenge. Ange guessed the original owner's thoughts and probably didn't want to really kill his father.

Then...

Ange smiled mysteriously: "As rich people in Gotham City, we have the responsibility to contribute our own strength to charity and peace."

Bruce could certainly feel that the boy in front of him had eight hundred thoughts in his words, but he was not annoyed. He took back his hand and smiled casually: "Of course."

With reporters as witnesses, they couldn't talk about anything.

This was just a simple, friendly and cordial "first" meeting.

The charity ball is glamorous on the surface, and it is a good place for rich people to show their wealth, demeanor and kindness. They bid on things that may be valuable or not, at least publicly invest part of their wealth in charity, balancing society.

As for how many rich people avoid taxes through charity funds, or evade inheritance taxes to give money to their children, this is another story.

For Ange, this charity ball itself is boring.

After donating a day's pocket money casually, Ange took advantage of the wild father to run up and chat with Miss Tate, the organizer of the ball, and found the real protagonist of this ball.

Ange once thought that if the Catwoman in this world was 18 years and 240 months old, he would be a filial son and leave Catwoman to his father.

But the Catwoman in front of him was 18 years old!

Well! Men are always loyal.

In the name of the dead Ange, I am a filial son!

"Hey! Beautiful lady, has anyone ever said that you look like the big star Anne Hathaway?"

Wearing a mysterious butterfly mask, revealing a sharp chin, sexy red lips, a typical European lady's bun, a slim black dress, and a low-cut opening, the Catwoman in front of him is undoubtedly the brightest star on the dance floor.

Ange casually stuffed his parking ticket into the back of a statue in the ballroom, then smiled and approached like those fly-like men, using the same clichéd dialogue... The biggest difference between him and those men who were destined to be rejected was that he was Ange - the only top rich man in Gotham City who could be compared with Bruce Wayne and was in great demand.

To be frank, he was younger!

As a thief, Miss Catwoman was professional. Even though Ange also wore a masquerade mask on his forehead, she recognized Ange at a glance.

"Sir, I am very happy with your compliments."

"May I have the honor to dance with you?" Ange stretched out his hand.

"It's my honor!"

Almost at the same time when the pair of slender hands hugged Ange's shoulders, Ange's super high perception told him that he had lost something.

Ange convinced himself that only his moral integrity was stolen from him.

Melodious music sounded, and a professionally trained thief and a fake nobleman with a soul-transmigrating soul showed unexpected harmony and gorgeous dance moves.

Ange stared at her chest a little rudely: "Oh! This necklace is so big and white!"

Catwoman rarely showed a surprised expression: "I like this necklace very much."

Ange smiled: "But I have a necklace that is more suitable for you."

This sounded like a clear flattery. Ange seemed to be the same as those bastards and dignitaries who coveted her beauty.

Catwoman responded tactfully: "It's a pity, I would be happy to wear it if I have the chance."

Just as the dance ended, Bruce Wayne came to the side of the two.

Obviously, Batman found Catwoman who stole his necklace, and he said to Ange a little impolitely: "Can I be her partner for the next dance?"

"Of course, but I suggest you count your fingers first."

Bruce: ? ? ?

Catwoman: ? ? ?

As expected, Bruce and Catwoman confronted each other. Bruce first pointed out Catwoman's real name, and then ungentlemanly stripped off the necklace Catwoman was wearing around her neck.

As a price, his parking ticket was taken away.

When he left the dance, the parking attendant told him that "your wife drove your car away", and Bruce was shocked.

A few kilometers away, Catwoman smiled happily. She drove with her left hand and took out another trophy of the night with her right hand.

When she opened the box taken from Ange's pocket, she was happy at first and then shocked when she saw the things inside. She almost slammed the steering wheel and caused a car accident.

The necklace is undoubtedly very valuable. It is a diamond necklace worth at least 50,000 US dollars.

The problem lies in the note attached to the necklace box:

"To dear Miss Selina Kyle, this necklace is dedicated to the beautiful you!"

The signature is [Ange]!