Wayne Manor, master bedroom.

The owner of the mansion was dressed in a dressing gown and sat cross-legged on a soft carpet.

In front of him was a pile of old Gotham Times newspapers, as well as photos taken in disguise these days, and a glass of juice from Alfred, the old butler.

Old newspapers have been cropped out of valuable information, and photographs have been sorted into categories, leaving nothing but juice untouched.

Back in Gotham, Bruce Wayne has been busy with these things.

He wrote down some names and put together newspaper clippings and photographs.

At the top is Detective James Gordon of the Gotham Police Department.

"Master Wayne, you can't keep yourself locked in your room all the time."

Alfred came over with a silver tea set in both hands, and looked at the motionless glass of juice, and the old butler couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

"Before I came back, the name Bruce Wayne was a seven-year-dead soul to Gotham; When I returned, I became an orphan of the Wayne family - and you actually claimed to the outside world that I was dead? ”

Bruce was busy with the work at hand, and he was away from the city for seven years.

Everything was so strange to this Gotham pride.

So before he could carry out his inner vision, he needed to understand Gotham in detail.

The top-down power structure, the underworld families who control the illegal business, and the Wayne Syndicate.

If Gotham is a pyramid, then Bruce starts at the top and then goes deep into the criminal network at the bottom.

"This is the news released by Mr. Earle, who has always wanted to make the Wayne Group public, so that you can dilute the equity you own and kick the sole heir of the Wayne family out."

Alfred took the juice away and poured Bruce a warm cup of black tea instead.

This caring old butler, who has served the Wayne family for two generations, is reliable and loyal.

"Thankfully, I left you all my possessions."

Bruce looked up and smiled.

The huge Gotham, one of the few people who can make him feel warm, is probably Alfred, and Rachel, a childhood sweetheart.

"So if you're going out today, I can lend you my Rolls-Royce and remember to fill up the gas when you come back."

The old butler, as always, played his humorous nature.

"And Master Wayne, you can't just take a few beautiful models to the hotel, you have to do something else if you want to continue to be Bruce Wayne Playboy."

"For example?"

Bruce looked at the photo of Detective James Gordon and asked casually.

"For example, throwing a party, expanding your social circle, or going to your own company when you have time."

Alfred suggested.

He pulled out an invitation from his pocket, "There's a football game at Gotham University in April, I think it would be nice for you to come and attend, and besides, Mr. Earl should want you to come over to the banquet hosted by the Wayne Group tonight." ”

"Alfred, I have a lot of things to ......"

Bruce shook his head and refused.

"Master Wayne, the first role you have to play before you become some kind of spiritual incarnation that transcends humanity is the heir of the Wayne family."

Seeing the old butler's insistent eyes, Bruce shrugged helplessly and took the invitation.

After reading the content, it reads "Celebration of Wayne Group and White Industries".

"Leo White?"

Bruce read the name and then put the matter behind him.

He cares more about the Sopranos entrenched in Gotham than meeting another peer who inherited a huge family fortune at a young age than meeting another peer at a young age.

The Maroney family, the Colbert family, and the area of Naho Island, ruled by the Black Mask.

They are all malignant tumors parasitic on Gotham's body, recklessly sucking the vitality of the city.

…………

At the beginning of the day, the traffic was busy.

At the beginning of the night, Gotham is like a bejeweled lady, full of glitz.

Of course, the extravagant life of the glittering and drunken gold fans is limited to the Upper East Side.

Once you enter Nai Ho Island or the old town, it is a completely different and strange world.

It was filled with the smell of sin, like a rotten fruit, piercing the bright red skin, and spoiled juice flowed from it.

Bruce drove the Rolls-Royce, now owned by the old butler, to the most famous Governor Hotel on the Upper East Side.

The banquet was held in the observation hall on the rooftop, and it was high enough to enjoy the panoramic view of the city, which was very much in line with the taste of the elite.

In the words of Mr. Earle, the CEO of the Wayne Group, "we want to make Mr. White feel welcome."

Bruce made his way to the top floor of the Governor's Hotel, where he was greeted by a number of people along the way.

There's hardly anyone in Gotham who doesn't know the heir to the Wayne family, after all, his face is on television and newspapers all day long.

"Bruce, I thought you weren't coming."

Mr. Earl, the CEO, was chatting and laughing with a shareholder when he saw Bruce walking into the venue, and his face was a little surprised.

"I wanted to go to the company where my father stayed, but I heard that you were holding a drinking party. It seems that under your care, the Wayne Group is thriving. ”

Despite his good disguise, Bruce, who had been trained in the League of Assassins, could tell that Mr. Earl did not welcome his arrival.

The other party is a qualified businessman, and profit is the only criterion by which he measures everything.

Behemoths like the Wayne Group, spanning multiple industrial sectors, are already the lifeblood of Gotham's economy.

No matter how well he runs, he is just working for a playboy who doesn't know how to learn.

Naturally, Mr. Earl is more inclined to fill his own pockets than to create wealth for others.

This is the listing plan of Wayne Group!

"I said, Bruce, I'll take care of the company for you, and then I'll give it to you when the time is right."

The CEO chuckled, graciously taking Bruce's arm and walking to the center of the banquet.

"This is Leo White, Mr. White, and this is Bruce Wayne."

Led by Earle, Bruce meets this lucky man who, like himself, is known as the lucky one who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

The body is well-proportioned, the cheeks are thin, and the corners of the mouth are like smiles.

At first glance, he is a young man who is easy to approach and get along with.

Bruce habitually observes others and then draws general conclusions.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne, I've admired the name for a long time."

Leo stretched out his hand, and the moment he saw Bruce Wayne, he also subconsciously observed the other party.

Compared with Oliver Quinn, who also staged a comeback drama, this Gotham's pride of heaven seems to be much more into the play.

From the moment he entered the door, he began to perform a bohemian rich boy.

Calmly laughing with the beautiful woman, walking around with champagne, there is no feeling out of place with this banquet at all.

"Just call me Bruce, Gotham is a city with simple people, and you're sure to fall in love with her soon."

Bruce said a pleasant greeting, he wasn't here today to meet the young heir of the White family.

Enlisting the help of Wayne Group's Applied Science department was the main goal.

Looking at Batman in front of him, who was in the youthful stage, Leo smiled faintly: "I have already felt the simplicity of Gotham's folk customs. ”

As soon as his words fell, a gunshot suddenly came!