The Richest Man in the DC World

The voices of the people on the podium were low and hoarse, and they should have had their voice changed.

According to the father's letter, the Owl Court has no hierarchy, but there are three managers, also known as leaders, who take care of the daily affairs of the court and control all resources, including the most mysterious and terrifying "Claw" troops.

If you guessed correctly, the person on the podium should be one of the leaders.

Thomas looked at the person carefully, hoping to find some clues from his body shape and temperament. After a while, he shook his head regretfully. He had no impression of this person at all.

"The courts were there when Gotham was a small town, and our ancestors built the city to provide shelter for the homeless, so that their children could eat and go to school, Every corner of Gotham City is covered in the blood and sweat of our ancestors who made it all."

"Similarly, we do the same, following the last wishes of our ancestors, making this city a prosperous place, giving it a great name, and making a small city with only a few hundred thousand people develop into a metropolis with millions of people. To build this city, to bring hope and a future.”

The leader made a eloquent speech on the podium, and the hoarse voice echoed in every corner, as if it could penetrate into the soul, making every listener involuntarily recall the old past.

The atmosphere in the hall was very silent, and everyone seemed to be affected by the words and fell into a state of loss.

"We give everything for Gotham, but this city is abandoning us, suppressing us, and obliterating us. Those people are compressing our living space step by step, and even trying to erase the merits of our ancestors and create false history."

"They intend to replace us, take away our property, status, power, family, and throw us out like garbage, everyone..."

The leader deliberately paused, pressed the table with both hands, and glanced at everyone present,

"At this time last year, there were fifty-seven members of the court, but now there are only thirty-six. Do you know where those twenty-one people went?"

The atmosphere fell into a deadly silence, and even Thomas, who was not familiar with the situation, could feel the hatred and resentment in the air.

"Yes, they're all gone, either sent to Blackgate, or hanged by the mob, or members of the Arkham Asylum, and some died unnoticed in accidents."

"Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Harvey Dent, Frere Cohen...and, of course, the most familiar and disgusting Batman."

Hearing the last name, Thomas instinctively raised his head.

"The vile usurpers have sharpened their butcher's knives,

Cut our flesh and blood one by one, are you willing to bow your heads and let others be slaughtered? "

"Kill them!"

Someone roared, and the atmosphere in the hall was instantly ignited. Everyone waved their fists and roared.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

...

"Yes, kill them, rebuild the city, and restore the glory of the ancestors!"

The leader opened his hands and swept his eyes frantically at the crowd. When the sound of the room subsided, he said calmly,

"Now, let's discuss the third thing, revenge!"

"The night of revenge is tonight. I will activate the claws to eradicate the enemy for the court. This requires your approval."

The leader beckoned, and two men dressed as servants walked in through the side door, holding cards, boxes, and quills. They walked up to each member, handed out cards, quills, and put the cards into the box.

Soon, it was Thomas Elliott's turn.

There are three options on the card: yes, no, and abstain.

Thomas thought for a few seconds, and put a cross on the abstention option. The servant gave him a surprised look, said nothing, put away the card, and walked to the next goal.

After the thirty-six cards were collected, the box was sent to the podium.

The leader opened the box, checked the cards one by one, and then excitedly announced,

"Thirty-five people voted in favor, one abstained, everyone, thank you for your support, please stay home tonight and wait for the news, the night of owl's revenge officially begins."

After the speeches, the people who were full of expectations and did not feel any guilt for causing the killing left the hall and entered the luxuriously decorated side hall where various drinks and food were placed.

As a newcomer, Thomas couldn't avoid the fate of being looked at by others. He was very curious about the identities of everyone. The same is true for others. After decades of getting along, the people here have formed a community of interests, and he is very clear about the face under the mask. What is it, but for the sake of tradition and mystery, they still wear masks.

"Sir, the leader has a request."

Just when Thomas was trying to talk to a guy who looked familiar, the servant walked up to him and made an inviting gesture. Seeing this, Thomas had to give up his plan and went to the back office with the servant.

There was a person sitting in the office, the leader on the podium, he waved his hand, the servant bowed and left, and closed the door.

"Mr. Elliott, how was your first day?"

Thomas shook his head silently, "It's a lot different from what I imagined."

The leader laughed, "As expected of a member of the Elliott family, your eyes are as sharp as your father's." After speaking, he sighed, "This year's experience has been very bad for the court, many things Everything has changed, and we need fresh blood to join in, especially talents like you."

Thomas took off his mask and threw it on the table,

"I like talking face-to-face."

"I like that too, but unfortunately..." The leader spread his hands, "Reality doesn't allow it."

"Mr. Elliott, the reason why you are invited to join is because of the excellent tradition of your family. A hundred years ago, the Elliott family was a member of the court, and it was the core part. Your father, grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather We all have a great history here, we want that tradition to continue, we need your talent, and in the same way, you can get everything you want here."

"everything?"

"Yes, money, wealth, women, power, even the mayor, we can do it."

Thomas narrowed his eyes. "What if it was Batman?"

"Batman is the sworn enemy of the court, and of course I sincerely hope you don't tell me: you are Batman."

Thomas sneered, "Of course I'm not Batman, but I want to replace him and take his place."

Oh!

The leader raised his brows and said in surprise, "An interesting idea to replace Batman and act on the orders of an owl, yes, a creative idea, Mr. Elliott, it seems that we can cooperate."

Thomas shook his head,

"The foundation of cooperation is strength. The Court of Owls has been famous for a long time, but I have not seen your strength."

"You want to see Claws?"

"Not only the claws, but also a hundred sets of Tesla power armor that disappeared. I know that the robbery is related to you."