Leon re-disappeared into the darkness, leaning against the wall and nimbly climbing onto the rooftop, taking out his mobile phone and slowly searching the Internet for all the pictures of the luxury hotel called Dalton in front of him.

Elevator style, surveillance cameras, security configurations, employee access... This information was collected in Leon's mind, and gradually pieced together the appearance of the entire hotel.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he took two steps back before sprinting abruptly, stretching out as he leaped off the edge of the rooftop, gliding down the window of one of the hotel's spare rooms.

Grabbing the narrow stone crack on the edge of the window, Leon swayed with ease, moved to the location of the utility room, and rolled over and jumped in.

Apparently the hotel wasn't bored enough to place a camera in the utility room, Leon changed into a cleaner's uniform, wore a mask, pushed a trolley full of cleaning tools, and calmly descended to the first floor in a freight elevator.

Because the dinner was held on the top floor of the hotel, and the waiters were serving tea and water on it, Li Ang sneaked into the staff lounge openly, changed into a black suit and white shirt, and dressed up as a waiter.

This was not enough, Leon broke the bridge of his nose high and stiff in front of the mirror, and kept rubbing and moving his facial muscles, making his cheeks thinner and his jaw wider, and the contours of his face completely changed.

"Keep your chest up, be meek and meek, and keep smiling."

Leon muttered to himself and walked out of the staff lounge, stepped briskly into the elevator, and headed straight for the top floor.

As the guests gradually poured in, the dinner also got into the main topic, and the president of the Urban Construction Foundation, a shrewd middle-aged man with a goatee, chattered for a long time on the podium, and humorous witticisms came out one after another, which made the gentlemen and ladies burst into applause.

However, he was not the protagonist of the dinner, and anyone with insight knew which crown was standing here at the center of Gotham's power palace.

"Now, let's ask Mr. Wayne to give us a few words."

The microphone hovered in mid-air, and a pair of powerful hands held it, like Prometheus holding the torch of civilization in Greek mythology.

Bruce Wayne, billionaire and playboy, has been named Gotham Women's Magazine's annual "Whose Lover Do You Want to Be?" for the third time in a row? "Top position.

Under the auspices of power, any absurd and deviant behavior can be given meaning, such as whether Mr. Wayne has a leg with the principal dancer of Ballet Russes or which international supermodel Mr. Wayne has as a temporary partner.

They only focused on one thing, the enormous wealth that comes with the term Bruce Wayne.

"Regarding the Gotham Port reconstruction plan this time, Mr. President has already said about it." The playboy stepped up to the podium and shrugged his shoulders, "Actually, the reason he called me up was to see that I couldn't hold back any good words for a long time and was ridiculed by everyone. ”

A laugh rang out from below, and Bruce smiled and coughed, straightened his face and said, "For me, Bruce Wayne, what is Gotham?" In one word, hometown? Homeland? Or is it the purpose? ”

He looked down and glanced at the guests in the audience who had different lives of their own, their blue pupils deep and distant, "But, the truth is, the real truth is, I can't answer that question. ”

"When I was a kid, I had a lot of setbacks, like falling into a puddle and breaking my skin. When that terrible day was over, my father, Thomas Wayne, would tap me on the shoulder and say to me, 'Bruce, tomorrow is only a dream away.'" ”

He shook his head and said in a low voice, "Now, as everyone knows, my parents have died, and the location is in the 'Back Alley of Crime' half a city away. ”

The ordinary alley where Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne died together became known throughout Gotham City as the "Back Alley of Crime" after the tragedy, and became a stain on the city's history.

"The period after their death was very painful, angry, painful, remorseful, sad for me. However, my father's proverb, 'Tomorrow is only a dream', has always lingered in the depths of my soul. ”

Most of the guests had the same low expressions, even those who had nothing to do with Bruce before — at least, for the rich chaebol.

"Now, you must be wondering why I am saying this. Well, my point is that when the situation is challenging or frightening, like now, it makes no sense to ask what adjectives our city should use today. ”

Bruce spread his hands and looked directly at the guests, "Because when we walk in the city, the buildings and streets we see, the only thing that reflects into our pupils is our own fears, our own frustrations, our inner demons." ”

"Shit." Richard scolded softly, pressed the wine glass on the table, picked up a piece of lobster's giant claw, broke open the crimson shell and chewed the snow-white tender flesh inside,

However, if we ask ourselves what Gotham's tomorrow is, will be, and can look like, that's the right question. Because to hope, to fantasize, to predict your own transformation of the city, not to let the city gradually change yourself. ”

Bruce pointed to the front of the podium, a large pile of microscopic models of Gotham Port made of plastic, and said with a smile: "So I will put my funds where I say - Gotham's tomorrow, Gotham's future." ”

He snapped his fingers, and the light blue glow from both sides of the curtain blended in the air, gradually forming a three-dimensional holographic projection of Gotham Harbor.

Compared to the original plastic model, the three-dimensional projection of the port is full of brand-new giant cranes, containers, warehouses, and the low, dilapidated bungalows on the inside of the port have all been demolished, and high-rise buildings have risen from the ground.

"The Gotham Port Redevelopment Program is a major effort to expand and modernize the dilapidated port facilities, providing more jobs, opportunities, and a safer environment."

Hearing this, the gang leaders glanced at each other, and the indifferent expression on their faces became a little richer again.

"I can't tell you how excited and hopeful I am, but at this moment, I ask you to join me in thinking about what Gotham was like in the past, what it is now, and what it is ..... What the future looks like. Now I ask you, my friends, to join me in this grand plan. ”

With thunderous applause and shattered glass from floor-to-ceiling windows, Bruce Wayne stepped off the podium to shake hands with the enthusiastic guests.

In the corner, Richard tossed the shrimp claws aside, wiped his mouth with a napkin under his collar, and muttered, "Join your plan, then it will be as you wish, Master Wayne." ”