"I saved you!"

Bruce looked at the man in front of him who he regarded as a mentor, and after his father's death, the second man he saw as a role model, he took a step back and looked at all this in disbelief, he whispered, his voice full of anger,

"It shouldn't be like this! You lied to me?"

"I never lied to you, my disciple. ”

Lars El Gul, or Ducard, the man who rescued Wayne from the prison of "Experience Life" a year ago, invited him to join the Shadow Warrior Alliance, and then taught him all his martial arts and killing skills, the man who taught Bruce so much, reached out and took a glass of wine from the waiter next to him, put it to his lips, and sniffed it gently.

"For example, I told you not to show mercy to your enemies, but you can't learn..."

Bruce took a deep breath, he looked left and right, and soon, the people that Ducat had brought, or who had been ambushed in advance in this manor, he could see clearly, the man in a suit standing on the second floor, the two waiters holding the wine, the two security guards standing at the gate, and the others hidden among the guests.

A full 14, plus the absolutely difficult Ducater in front of him, Bruce's heart was like a lit flame at this moment, and the anger of being deceived was like a burning flame, as if it was about to burn all his sanity.

Today was supposed to be his birthday... But, perhaps, it was also the beginning of a massacre.

Ducat just stood quietly, looking at him, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, his long trench coat hanging low around his body, looking unusually heavy, and he exuded an aura of indifference, perhaps because he had a premonition that a big battle was coming, and that aura was as sharp as a knife.

"Ducat, you told me that the Shadow Warriors Alliance is a path for those who do justice, and I don't understand why you're so keen on destruction? I don't think this city is getting in your way!"

Bruce's hands were down, and under his neatly combed hair were a pair of sane eyes, and he was ready for battle, but at least for now, he had to let these ordinary people go.

Hell, if he knew that Ducat was so fast, he wouldn't have allowed Stupid Earl to throw such a stupid banquet.

Yes, he's stalling for time, and hopefully Alfred will notice what's going on here.

Ducat didn't pay attention to his disciple's tricks, instead, he put the wine glass in his hand on the table aside with his left hand with black gloves, he turned his head to look around, and then, with a hint of emotion, said to Bruce,

"I can't help but think of the scene when we first met, before that dirty and cold prison, we have observed you for a long time, as we said before, even now, I can't persuade you to forget your past, but in fact those of us, many more, have been silently watching your future and paying attention to all that you have done. ”

This very dignified middle-aged man took two steps outward, reached out and picked up the knife on the table, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, this action made Bruce nervous, he knew how terrible this knife would be in Ducat's hands, if he wanted, he could use this knife to kill everyone here... Don't doubt it, he has the ability!

"One year ago, in Nepal, I heard about you from a report from a subordinate, and I thought that you were just a rich kid who was tired of city life and came to the countryside to experience life, and didn't pay much attention to it. ”

"But you know what you were doing, right?"

Ducater looked at Wayne, Bruce didn't want to answer, but he saw that the blade in Ducat's hand was facing a lady in front of him, and if he flicked his left hand lightly, that lady would die, so he had to answer,

"At that time, I was experiencing what it was like to be a criminal, and I spent 6 years going deep into all the criminals I could find in this world, and when I understood all the psychology and behavior of the criminals, I knew that criminals were not terrible..."

Bruce raised his head and looked at Ducad, at this moment, the noise of the entire hall had been left behind, and he said word by word,

"The scary thing is myself, and I was at that time, in the middle of the night, I would be afraid of the energy in my heart, I would be afraid of my anger, because they would drive me to do terrible, or great things. ”

Satisfied with the knife in his hand, Ducat took his cane,

"So then you have to make a choice, to be great, or to fall into the terrible... I gave you a choice, but you gave up, didn't you?"

Without waiting for Wayne to answer, Ducat's voice became deeper,

"People from your glamorous world, there are so many things that you are afraid of losing, and you think that you have witnessed the death of your father, that you have witnessed the crimes you have seen, that you recognize the true despair and the ugliness of human nature?"

"No, Wayne, my disciple, you're still far away!"

Ducater stretched out his left hand and waved it back, and the subordinates who were hidden in the crowd put down what they were doing, and Bruce saw them go to the corner, and then drew their swords and guns.

Ducat's words continued, his left hand raised slightly, and Bruce knew that as soon as this finger was lowered, those absolutely obedient madmen would fire mercilessly into the hall, slaughtering everything here.

"Look at you, Bruce, here you are the prince of the whole city, known to all, known to all, only from thousands of miles away you have tasted the taste that no one knows, you have come to my world with your wrath, you have prayed to me to train you, to turn you into a truly fearless fighter, but you have given up everything in the final choice!"

"You're trying to prove that you have a clear conscience in this way? Is everything you do in Gotham proving that you're a great hero? I'm curious, do you really know about our world? Do you really understand the justice that the Shadow Warriors do?"

Bruce stared at the fingers in Ducat's hand, and he whispered,

"You're here for me, let the innocents here leave!"

Ducat's face showed a hint of mockery that was not disguised at all,

"Then go and tell them for yourself, Bruce, that you had the opportunity to know us, but now you have lost that opportunity forever! and it is because you cannot understand that you will feel your fear again, the fear that I have taken away by my own hand, and I will bring you something more terrible again. ”

The indifferent mentor stretched out his hand and patted his most proud disciple on the shoulder,

"Just from... Now on!yes, you only have 2 minutes!"

Bruce closed his eyes, he took a deep breath, when those eyes opened again, there was anger and calmness in it, this powerful emotional manipulation made Ducat nod with satisfaction, he wanted Bruce to inherit his position, not only because of the strong strength of the Wayne family, but also because Bruce Wayne was good enough.

After a year of training, he became one of the best geniuses in the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

Ducater has seen too many geniuses in his long life, but he has to admit that some people are born to be heroes or demons, and Bruce's talent is too good... So good that it can even make him jealous!

But his innate compassion is superfluous, any genius has drawbacks, and the Creator doesn't make any life perfect out of thin air, but that's okay... Ducat's smile tugged at Bruce as he walked towards the center of the hall, he knew how to get rid of that bit of sympathy, he just needed to break the last line of defense in his heart.

Even if it comes at the cost of his death, the names of Lars El Gul and the Shadow Warrior will live on forever, and that's enough!

Those who practice faith are not afraid of sacrifice, especially when such sacrifices are valuable.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be Ducad. ”

On the other side, Alfred hurried to the hall with Cyber and Lucius, the old man had a black pistol in his hand, and it was evident that in his heart, Bruce's safety was more important than his life, and he said as he walked,

"The young master told me the story of his past year, although the details are unknown, but I can probably guess what happened to him, he entered the Shadow Warrior Alliance, he was trained, and a man named Ducat led him in, but in the end, they asked him to kill a farmer who had committed a crime to fulfill the promise he made when he entered the organization, but he refused, and he clashed with them, and he told me more than once that he killed Lars El Gul and saved Ducat's life. ”

Ah Fu's expression was extremely serious,

"But I don't believe it, do you understand? Cyber, I don't believe that the leader of that organization would be killed so easily by the young master, he still has too little experience. ”

How could Cyber not know about such a thing?

He groaned and said,

"Do you suspect that Ducat is the real Lars El Gul?"

"I can't be sure, but I noticed a detail in the young master's words that he didn't notice, and although El Gul, who was killed by him, was indeed a great martial artist, Ducater always appeared with him... And according to him, Ducat's position in that organization was transcendent, and I had been on a mission in Japan, and when I was younger, I had heard people there say that the ancient Japanese generals had a loyal samurai named "Shadow Warrior" around them, who was dedicated to protecting the real greats. ”

Ah Fu took a deep breath, he put the pistol in his hand behind him, and slowly walked into the hall,

"Be careful with these guys!"

Cyber thought about it, took out the black mask just now from behind and put it on his face, and then followed the two people into it, and what caught his eye was Bruce standing on the high platform, but his current state didn't look very good, the whole Gotham, the upper echelons who were inextricably linked to the Wayne family were surrounding him, and he was saying some lines that were not so "appropriate".

Well, it's enough to make everyone think that his lines are unreasonable.

"As a member of the Wayne family, there is a fact that there will always be all kinds of people who eat and drink, such as you..."

There was an indescribable humiliation and helplessness in Bruce's eyes, and when he was Bruce Wayne, he wanted more than anyone else to maintain the good reputation of the Wayne family, which was the most precious legacy left by his father, his grandfather, and his ancestors, but now, he had to destroy him with his own hands.

"You're going too far, Bruce, are you drunk!"

A flash of joy flashed in the eyes of Earl, the chairman of Wayne Industries, this chubby guy was worried about how to get Wayne Industries in his hands, but Bruce said such rude words that would ruin the reputation of the Wayne family, he pretended to be good for him and walked up, trying to hold Bruce back, but he was brutally thrown away.

"Well, I'm not done yet, Earl, you're always like this, greedy and impatient, aren't I telling the truth?

Wayne's voice echoed throughout the hall, and Alfred, who was loyal to the Wayne family, watched in amazement, which had never appeared in his worst fantasies, his young master, the master he served, was destroying the good reputation of the Wayne family for a hundred years, and he wanted to rush to stop it, but was caught by the quick-eyed Cyber.

"Let go of me, I have to stop him! he can't just ruin what his father left behind..."

"Calm down, Ah Fu!"

Cyber looked at the man standing not far from them, dressed in a black coat and exuding coldness all over, and he whispered in Alfred's ear,

"Do you know what to do before killing someone?"

"He's killing his name, he's killing Bruce Wayne's name, he's forcing him to destroy everything he owns, and he's driving him into the abyss little by little... If you want to help him, you've got to do it!"

Before Bruce's "impromptu speech" was finished, he saw something held up by the last man in the hall, who was wearing a strange black mask.

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire shattered all the silence, and Ducat, who was immersed in the drama, was awakened, and he turned back sharply to see the masked Cyber kicking the table in front of him, and the very delicious food and drinking were spilled everywhere.

Like a thug, he reached over a shocked Alfred, holding the gun against his gray-haired head, and his hoarse voice echoed throughout the hall.

"I'm here for revenge on Bruce Wayne!Bruce, are you trying to protect these damn bastards? Look at them, none of them should be so proud, noble to live, they have blood on their hands, they deserve to die with you, but... Now, bastards who have nothing to do with Wayne's damn name, fuck me out!"

Cyber stretched out his hand, and another shot was shot in the air, and the third shot hit the hapless Mr. Earle, who was hit in one of his legs, and the blood flowed freely, and in the screams of Earl's killing pigs, the chaos of the crowd intensified again, and the screams of women kept coming, and the big men lay on the ground in a messy form, crawling in the direction of the gate like fat bugs, their wealth and power, their identity and status, under the oppression of this death, did not bring them even a shred of security.

You see, stripped of that bright coat on the outside, they are no different from ordinary people.

"You've got 10 seconds to get out of here! or stay and die with Wayne!"

Cyber shouted, but his gaze collided with the knife-like Ducat, who whispered in Alfred's ear,

"Wayne owes me one more time..."

"Rescue the young master, everything you want, the Wayne family can give you!"

"Okay!