Under the ventilation ducts of the Wayne Group's abandoned chemical plant.

The owl's jury was full of arguments.

"Chinese Americans value family the most. Without money, their wives and children would starve, and they could not go on a strike forever. ”

"Have you found out the source of the strike?"

"It was the people of the Mutual Aid Association who came into contact, the Chinese Workers' Union and the rest of the guilds. They must have gotten the information in Bruce's hands and knew the specific list of all our businesses. ”

"Damn. Why did this group of tiny ants grow into today's towering giant trees! ”

"We have missed the best time to get rid of them, and now of course we can only suffer the consequences of belittling them in the first place."

"Why did they grow in Gotham so easily?"

The jury looked to the presiding judge's left.

Because he answered everyone's questions, this man wears an owl mask, but he is undoubtedly a tool of the owl court.

William. Wayne.

William said: "These people from the East all have mysterious martial arts. ”

"Eaton told us the origin of these martial arts, and he said that the ancient Chinese Empire has evolved over 5,000 years, and has too many terrible powers that have survived in history. All of these forces used to be hidden behind the scenes, but now they ...... Suddenly, they stumble upon Gotham City. ”

"Eaton also has the power of kung fu."

"For the sake of the owl, I pressed him to tell the truth, and he told me that he came from an organization called the Holy Gate."

"The Holy Gate will select the Eight Veins Descendant to inherit the martial arts, and he comes from the Flower Sect among the Holy Gate."

"Of course, the Holy Gate is their own name."

"The Far Eastern Empire has always called them ...... Demon Gate. ”

Speaking of this, William paused, "I forced him to tell the whereabouts of the rest of the Demon Gate heirs, and he told me that the Eight Sects of the Demon Gate were broken into pieces, and he didn't know the whereabouts of everyone. However, your Immortal Council has a descendant of the Demon Gate! ”

The three Immortal Kings looked moved.

Queen Victoria laughed coquettishly, scoffing at this, and she said to the other two surprised Immortal Kings, "There is nothing to be surprised at. ”

"It's that little girl from the Victor clan, Selene."

"She is the descendant of the Evil Extreme Dao, but it does not affect that she is a branch of the thirteen clans of the blood clan."

"I've known that for a long time."

An immortal king suddenly said, "I see. ”

"No wonder that Selene has been doing well lately, killing Victor with thunderous means and unifying her clan," he said. ”

"I've heard that she has mastered a mysterious power called sentimental power, and almost all the people of the Victor clan have become guests under her skirt and obey her orders."

Queen Victoria sneered: "That's right. But this does not affect her allegiance to the Immortal Council. Demon Gate was originally a loose organization. ”

Dracula held up the gilded filigree cup and took a sip of his drink. "Since Her Majesty has known about this for a long time, why didn't she tell us."

Victoria's kaleidoscopic golden pupils dilated, and she bared two fangs, cold and terrifying.

"It's just a small thing, Dracula."

"Don't make a big fuss."

"If you can manage your vampire brides and keep them from attacking more than two hundred people in a row within a month of coming to Gotham City, I might be able to listen to your unreliable advice."

She glanced at William. "I know about the Demon Gate, but it's just a small thing. The magic of the Immortal Blood Clan is above the so-called Demon Gate. ”

"Even Eton has been transformed into a slave by my ritual."

"Presiding Judge, when did you agree to Eaton joining the Owl?"

During the meeting, everyone's breath was stagnant.

At this point, they were finally able to understand where the Mutual Aid Society and Eton's martial arts came from.

They even admired the longevity magic of the Immortal Bloodline.

The presiding judge nodded, "I trust Queen Victoria's judgment. ”

Victoria was silent.

The immortal neither living nor dead need his praise, but are nothing more than a pile of carrion.

Thinking of this, Victoria remembered her little cutie, the little angel, that terrifying and majestic existence.

Eaton, when the hell will I be able to kiss your toes?

The presiding judge changed his words and forced his eyes to look at Victoria. "Your Majesty, please forgive me for my incomprehension of you. Why have you been urging us to agree to let Eaton board? ”

The jury, the two Immortal Kings, looked at her.

Victoria's face was expressionless, "You still have the face to ask me!" ”

"A month ago, you owls said you would give the blood of a million civilians to the great Cain."

"But look at the past month, the mayor you supported is now a stray dog."

"Your Talon forces are oppressed by the Mutual Aid Society to the point where there is no room to survive."

"You even have to be distracted to settle the strike now!"

Victoria climbed in momentum and looked at the presiding judge with a harsh eye. "Your only advantage now is that we don't even know who you are."

"This can help you be a good lost dog."

"But, we're getting impatient."

The three Immortal Kings looked at them in unison.

"Let Eaton play for the owls," Victoria said. He's the darling of Gotham City, his mother is from the Chinese Empire, and he's tall enough for him to help you put an end to the Chinese general strike. When he completes this, he can officially join the owl. ”

"I'm here to help you."

The owls were suddenly enlightened, and they now seemed to grasp at a life-saving straw, immediately deciding that Eaton might have a chance to solve the strike.

For the sake of their own business, they immediately agreed with Victoria.

"Presiding Judge, I beg your consent. After we owls lost the iceberg restaurant, we lost the ability to master the Gotham underworld, and if we continue like this, our power in the political and business circles will also be damaged. ”

"What a good strategy, killing two birds with one stone."

"This is the best way to avoid huge losses for the owl, please agree."

The presiding judge's scalp tingled under the strong demands of so many members. "Okay, let's do it."

……

That night, Victoria brought the news to Morimitsu.

Mori Guang sneered, fish, finally hooked.

"You want to muddy the waters, fish in troubled waters."

"But I don't know that Mrs. Jiang is fishing, and those who wish to take the bait."

Mori Mitsu snapped his fingers and used the black dragon tattoo to contact Hua Dongxiong of the Mutual Aid Association, asking him to imitate his own appearance and visit the presidents of the various guilds, asking them to stop the strike temporarily......

Originally, this thing was done by the mutual aid association, but now the mutual aid association doesn't want to do it, and the turmoil is much smaller.

But Morimitsu was not prepared, so he stopped so easily.

He deliberately allowed the members of the mutual aid association to blend in with the striking workers, causing riots and creating a bright scenery in the streets and alleys.

In the end, they robbed the Owl Enterprise of most of the stored grain.

That's terrible.

Originally, the owls were going to create a food shortage, and then they had their own stored food, so they could watch from the wall and watch the people of Gotham City kill each other.

Who knows, rolled, rolled, they themselves were involved.

Therefore, the Owl Court hurriedly urged Victoria to force Eaton to speed up the process.

It was only after another week that Morimitsu settled the strike.

Victoria knelt in front of his bed, smitten with every time she entered her master's bedroom.

She wrote down the wall stickers, dolls, and bed sheet patterns in the master bedroom.

Of course, most of the stuff was simply bought by Bruce for Morimitsu.

Victoria congratulated Morimitsu. "Master, everything went according to your plan. Although the process was a little more tortuous, but with my efforts, they finally trusted you. ”

"Tomorrow is your initiation ceremony."

Tomorrow?

Morimitsu looked out the window at the night scene.

Tomorrow night is the decisive battle.

You have to warm up before the decisive battle.

He stood up, changed into his suit, and opened the window. "Half of the Son of Heaven's Qi Hope Technique has been fused, and the rest of the half is progressing very slowly."

"The Son of Heaven is angry, talking and laughing and killing."

"It's time to get out and get moving."

Donald gave himself a list of those who didn't go to the feast, and since you didn't show up, it means that Gotham City can't accommodate you.