"Oh my God, you're finally here." Luthor said quickly, then suddenly froze: "Shet, why don't you change into a formal dress, you're going to make them laugh like this." ”

Arthur looked down at the Zansha suit and found that it was indeed inappropriate, but it was impossible to go back: "This is good, maybe I will be the focus of the whole party." ”

"Focus?!" Luthor was about to be blown up.

"Calm down, Luther, maybe I'm not the only one wearing this." Arthur said with a relaxed expression.

"Ghosts wear this kind of clothes to the party." Luthor covered his forehead, his blood pressure soaring.

"Let's go, Luther. We're too late. Arthur walked forward and said to himself, "I don't know what the Queen of the Amazon looks like." ”

Luthor accepted the reality and had no choice but to keep up, and for the time being, it was all about it.

After verifying, the two entered the party hall.

Arthur's eyes were sharp, and he found a guy in a white suit with a cape: "Oh, isn't there a uniform over there?" Do not worry. ”

He patted Luthor on the shoulder, and Luthor turned his head to look, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in surprise: "Superman." ”

"Lex Luthor?" A man in a suit stepped forward with another man in a suit by his side. Everyone here, with the exception of a few abnormalities, was dressed in expensive dresses.

"You are?" Luthor came back to his senses, stared, put on a professional smile, and asked politely.

While the two were having a friendly conversation, Arthur slipped to the side of the hall and watched secretly.

"Arthur... Master? A voice of disbelief sounded on Arthur's side, and Arthur turned his head to look back at the people in the hall.

"What's the matter, Paul."

Paul holds a goblet with red wine in his right prosthetic leg: "I..."

"Good prosthetics."

"If you don't like me fitting a prosthetic, I'll have to remove it at any time." Paul hastened to explain, thinking that Arthur was angry about the prosthetic leg.

"The reaction was too great. Paul. Arthur exhaled: "Normal, here, we can pretend to be friends for a while." ”

"It's... Yes. He shrunk his head and whispered back.

Even if Arthur said this, he still didn't dare to cross the line.

Arthur: "Why are you here?" Didn't report back to me. ”

Paul's face turned pale, his palms were sweaty, and for a moment he felt that time passed extremely slowly: "I... I..."

He opened his mouth, and before he could utter a complete sentence, another voice sounded from behind him: "Paul, aren't you going to introduce it?" ”

Arthur turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, Falcone, Carmen Falcone, the mayor of Gotham City.

The boss of the Gangsters of the Overworld.

"This is the mayor of Gotham City, the mayor of Falcone." Paul was able to break the siege for the time being, and introduced Arthur.

"This is Arthur, my... Friend. As he said the word friend, he observed Arthur's face. Be extra careful.

Seeing that there were no waves, he sighed in his heart: "It's okay now..."

Not at all.

"Friends?" Falcone was surprised and looked Arthur up and down: "I'm surprised that you have such a friend." ”

Dressed in a burlesque costume, just like that ridiculous Superman over there.

Another self-righteous guy.

"You're older than you look on TV." Arthur turned around and looked back, a white suit with a rose pinned to his chest.

Formal and informal.

It's more like a private meeting with a lover.

"Oh, yes, Paul." Falcone "suddenly" remembered and turned his head with a smile: "I heard that you have been collecting a green ore on a large scale recently. ”

A drop of cold sweat slipped across his cheeks, and Paul's heart trembled.

He thinks he's stealthy enough.

"That stuff is full of extraterrestrial radiation." He patted the unwarranted dust on Paul's right shoulder: "Be careful not to let them corrode your other hand." ”

Paul laughed, "No, no." ”

"I'm sorry, but I still have something." Luthor caught a glimpse of Arthur's "predicament", quickly put aside the man, and trotted over: "Mayor Falcone, long time no see." ”

"Luther." Falcone smiled and reached out.

Standing next to Arthur, Luthor asked curiously, "What's going on here?" Why is everyone preoccupied? ”

"It's nothing, we all got along very well, and Councillor Paul took me to a new friend." Falcone laughed, silently withdrawing his arm.

"Really? That's pretty good. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, pointing at Arthur: "This is Arthur, my friend." ”

"This is—" Luthor pointed to Falcone.

"Needless to say, we've just met." Falcone held out his right hand again, Lex Luthor's friend, with a different meaning.

The corners of Arthur's mouth gradually hooked, the people of Gotham City are always so interesting.

"Let's go, let's meet the host of the party. Luther. Ignoring his handshake, Arthur turned and walked towards the deepest part of the hall, where the most people had gathered.

Luther shrugged: "This friend of mine has a weird temper, see. ”

Falcone withdrew his arm again, slowly clenched his empty fist, and a nameless anger arose in his heart: "Paul, let's go meet the host of the party too." ”

Walk through the crowd, grab a glass of red wine from the tray in the hands of the passing waiter, and walk into the small circle.

"General Jones, long time no see." Luthor "squeezed" into their small circle and greeted them skillfully: "Presumably this is Lady Hippolyta, the queen of the Amazons." Hello, Your Majesty the Queen, my name is Lex Luthor, and I am a businessman. ”

"Hello, Mr. Lex Luthor." Hippolyta was polite, and then she looked at Arthur, who was dressed in a fancy dress.

"Oh... Look at my brain. Luthor pretended to pat his forehead and introduced, "This is my friend, Arthur." ”

"Arthur?" Hippolyta was surprised, and half-jokingly said, "It's similar to the name of the Prince of Atlantis." ”

Arthur smiled and calmly responded: "It's too much, Your Majesty." ”

"General Jones." Falcone stepped over to Jones and raised his glass confidently.

Jones turned his head with a smile on his face, couldn't remember who he was, and politely asked, "May I ask who you are?" ”

"Falcone, Mayor of Gotham." The adjutant behind him stepped forward and whispered in his ear.

Jones nodded abruptly and said politely: "It turned out to be Mayor Falcone, who has admired the name for a long time, and I have always heard that this time I have seen a real person." ”

"Me too, General Jones." Falcone couldn't help but smile. He wants the wind and the rain in Gotham, but today he is not welcomed one after another.

"Why don't you get to know the Queen of Atlantis? Luther. Jones shifted awkwardly and said to Luther.

Luther nodded happily: "Extremely happy." He turned his head and apologized, "Sorry for the mistake, Your Majesty." ”

Hippolyta was calm and smiled and nodded to the others, "Don't worry, Mr. Lex. ”

Falcone saw the right moment and prepared to open his mouth to bring the queen closer.

But I heard Hippolyta say, "I'm sorry, sir, but I need a little free time." ”

He could only freeze in place, like a clown, without a place to embarrass himself.

The joyful laughter around him also became particularly harsh.