The Richest Man in the DC World

Because of the relationship of martial arts, Barbara's chest size has improved by leaps and bounds.

The orange-red low-cut evening dress hugged her body tightly. An eighteen-year-old girl couldn't control this kind of dress, but her high chest made up for it and enriched her slightly slender body.

The thick orange-red long hair is placed behind her head, and her delicate facial features are increasingly highlighted. The girl's facial contours are not to be mentioned. The shortcomings are the skin, eyeliner, and eyelashes. With the help of the beautician, the three shortcomings were corrected one by one. She is perfect now.

Luke looked up and down and admired sincerely,

"Looks like I'm going to be the envy of all the men tonight."

The girl's face was slightly red, and she said crampedly, "The clothes are too tight and uncomfortable."

"No, I think it's perfect."

Luke walked up to her and looked down,

"You really should practice martial arts, more than before."

Barbara didn't know why. She followed Luke's line of sight and looked down. When she found the ravine between the snow hills, her face instantly flushed red. She quickly took a step back and covered her chest with her hands.

"I warn you, don't hit me."

Luke secretly said a pity, the girl's dress made him look forward to being the groom. It seems that he needs to drink a little less wine tonight, otherwise there will not be enough time.

The store manager came up and smiled,

"Sir, what do you think of the clothes?"

"Very good, worthy of the name of the store."

Saying that, he took out the black card and placed it on the counter.

The store manager was overjoyed, and the other waiters were overjoyed, too. A few of the slightly handsome ones cast their eyes full of hints. Such a young, handsome, and rich diamond king fifth, even if he can't develop into a lover, he can become a lover. good.

Luke had no feelings for them, and after paying the bill, he left with Barbara.

If you want to be the heroine of the banquet, it is not enough to have clothes, you also need jewelry and jewelry.

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Every city has its own story, and Gotham City is no exception. As a metropolis with hundreds of years of history and simple folk customs, Gotham City has many bizarre legends.

In these legends,

The most mysterious and the most widely circulated is a nursery rhyme:

Beware of the Court of Owls, which will keep watch over your travels;

Peeping into Gotham from the dark, hidden in a low-walled attic.

He is with him in the house, and in the bed and in the bed;

Don't mention his name, and the claws will search for you.

The elders who have lived here for generations have heard a saying: There are a group of dark walkers in the night of Gotham. They dominate this dark city. In this city, anyone who defies their will will be destroyed by the talons of owls. .

Few people know what owls and claws mean, and even if they are lucky enough to know, they will die unknowingly, except those who actually join.

This is the Court of Owls, the terrifying shadows lurking in the dark depths of Gotham City.

As the heir to the Elliott family, one of the four major families in Gotham City, Thomas Elliott has no interest in the long-running horror nursery rhyme, but as an invitation letter with an owl seal and a pair of white When the Falcon Mask unknowingly appeared on the bedside table, he felt compelled to get in touch with this mysterious organization.

Following the invitation letter, he came to the Gotham City Public Library. Thomas, holding a blue rose, sat down on the bench. Not long after, an old man wearing a hat and sunglasses who couldn't see his appearance walked up to him.

The old man bowed slightly and made an inviting gesture.

Thomas nodded, followed behind the old man, and the two walked into a black car. The back seat of the car was completely closed, and the scene outside could not be seen clearly. The location could only be roughly judged by the sound and bumps.

It was a long journey, and it took a full hour before the car stopped.

The door opened, Thomas looked out, and when he saw the towering walls and the dark, damp buildings that looked like an underground palace, he couldn't help raising his mouth.

"You are dumb!"

The old man nodded slightly, lit the fuel light, and led the way ahead.

Thomas took out a white falcon mask and put it on his face. In fact, it was not the first time he saw a white falcon mask. When sorting out his father's belongings, he accidentally found a hidden compartment with similar masks and more than a dozen letters. Letters documenting the Court of Owls.

Thomas knew then that the Elliott family had been in touch with the Court of Owls since time immemorial, but he didn't like the way the other party acted, so he didn't carry on the family tradition.

Apparently, he forgot, but the Court of Owls did not.

The area of ​​the underground palace is very large, and each road has different exits. The passages are interspersed back and forth, forming a complex terrain like a spider web. There are also traps in some places. Without guidance, it is impossible to find the right direction.

The two stopped and walked, and it took nearly half an hour to come to a gate with an owl head carved on it.

The old man put down the oil lamp, took out the key, opened the door, and made a sign to come in.

Thomas glanced at him, stepped into the door, dim light illuminated his eyes, and a rotunda with a diameter of more than seventy meters appeared in front of him.

The decoration of the hall is similar to that of the Congress. The stone seats are arranged in order from low to high. There is a podium in the middle, and in the front are a table with candlesticks and three thrones full of swords.

Three thrones, two occupied, and only one vacant.

Thomas glanced and turned his eyes to other places. At the same time, the mysterious people wearing white falcon masks on the chairs cast their eyes in curiosity, surprise, or silence.

The two sides looked back and forth, but neither of them spoke first.

Thomas knew the rules, took out the invitation letter from his arms, raised it in the air, and then sat down in an empty chair. Seeing this, many people showed disappointment. They hoped that the new guy was a rookie. In that case, wealth can be extracted from him through various means, which is a pity.

There were not many people in the hall, not a lot, including the two people on the throne, there were thirty-six in total.

All thirty-six people wore masks, and the white masks emitted a strange light in the firelight, which reminded people of a cartoon.

The letter left by my father said that most of the participants in the Court of Owls were old dignitaries in Gotham City, which meant that there were many familiar faces among these people.

That's it!

Thomas sneered, he wanted to see what this so-called court of owls really was.

After all the members were present, the person sitting on the middle throne walked to the podium and pressed his hands down, and the noisy hall immediately quieted down.

"To invite you here today, there are three main things."

"First, welcome our new members."

The man raised his finger to Thomas Elliott, and the rest of the members stood up and saluted, and Thomas responded symbolically.

"Second, rebuild the glory!"