The Richest Man in the DC World

With the last word dropped, the battle begins.

The ten people behind Luke raised their right hands at the same time, and the blue light condensed in their palms.

boom!

The energy bomb burst out of the air, pierced through each figure, and exploded again when it landed on the ground.

There were explosions one after another, and more than a dozen people were killed on the spot.

The eyes of those who escaped were wide-eyed, their faces were terrified and rejoicing, and the rest ran out like crazy, shouting for help while running.

"Dio, don't leave alone."

"Understood, master."

Dio led three people, divided into two groups, blocked the exits on the other two sides, and the rest rushed into the hall, fighting with the dead soldiers pouring out from behind.

Luke sat on the stone chair, watching the fight in front of him expressionlessly.

In addition to these subordinates, he also has an army of mechanical rats. Under Ava's command, those "rats" have flocked to various entrances and exits. Only dead people can go out from here tonight, and there will be no survivors.

The dead men are thugs carefully trained by the owl court. They lived in the base since childhood, and they were instilled with the idea of ​​being loyal and dedicated to the court at all times. Coupled with the aid of drugs, they are no longer normal people, but slaves. A slave who only obeys orders.

The combat effectiveness of these people is not weak, and each one is equivalent to a special soldier.

It's a pity, after all, it's flesh and blood, coming in and dying in droves, the heavy casualties made Sir Black Hawk's eyelids twitch.

"Claw Troopers, kill them."

Seven sharp claws holding black knives and black swords appeared in the hall.

Luke snorted coldly, and the will of terror came down. The seven sharp claws froze there, the killing intent in their eyes dissipated, and was replaced by fear. Although they had almost indestructible bodies, their spirit and will became weaker under the long-term ravages of drugs. fragile.

This kind of will can't resist the erosion of the power of fear. Luke only needs a look to make them bow their heads.

Without the slightest hesitation, Dio swung his knife and chopped off all the heads of the seven claws.

Heads fell to the ground one by one, the smell of blood spread around, and the air was sombre.

Those "above" members of the court have never seen such a terrible scene, all of them were terrified,

Some want to scream, but dare not, and cover their mouths tightly.

Not to mention them, even the well-informed red-robed judge and Sir Black Eagle have never experienced it. With the seven sharp claws, the face hidden under the mask has become ashen ashes.

"It's over."

"It's all over."

The atmosphere of despair spread, pushing everyone into the abyss bit by bit.

The battle gradually turned into a massacre. Although dead men and sharp claws continued to pour out from various entrances and exits, they had no strength to fight back against Dio and his party wearing Feiying armor.

Sir Black Hawk clenched his fists, feeling his heart bleeding.

"Luke Xiao!"

"Damn you."

He took off his black dress robe, jumped, avoided the crowd blocking the way, and aimed directly at Luke.

Dio stepped in front of him and slashed at him.

when!

When the sword edge collided with the blade, sparks splashed from the starting point, Dior raised his eyebrows and said in surprise,

"Are you Claw too?"

"Go to hell!"

Sir Black Hawk soared into the air, slashed three times in mid-air, then stepped on Dio's arm, and with the help of the force of the shock, he flew into the air again, jumped over his head, and rushed straight towards Luke.

The distance between the two was not far at all, and under Sir Black Hawk's all-out attack, they came in front of them in the blink of an eye.

"Die!"

Hei Ying held the knife in both hands, and unleashed all his strength. The blade tore through the air, bringing out a tragic howl.

At this moment, all court members looked at this side with strong expectations in their eyes.

Cut it down, it must be cut down.

Kill him, and we have the possibility of victory.

Click!

The black knife split Luke's body, and the stone chair behind it was split into two. Everyone was about to cheer, but the next second, light and shadow changed, and Luke's figure disappeared, dissipating into the air like a firefly.

"You can't even find my real body, and you still want to kill someone?"

boom!

The shock wave exploded beside Sir Black Hawk, tearing his clothes and mask, leaving a large bloodstain on his body. He roared in pain, flew straight up, and smashed heavily on the wall.

Luke in white armor showed his figure, walked up to him, raised his right leg,

boom!

As soon as he stepped down, the air mass exploded in all directions, Sir Black Hawk spat out blood, and his cheeks turned blood red.

"What should I call you, Sir Blackhawk."

"By the way, your face is really impressive. It looks like the young master of the Wayne family. You must not be from the Wayne family."

"Shut up!"

Luke kicked him a few meters away, smashed the table and chairs, and rolled to the ground.

Looking at the person lying on the ground, whether it was the member who was resisting or the member who was huddled in the corner and begged for mercy, they all showed the same expression.

The leader of the owl court and the judge with countless legends—Sir Black Hawk was defeated in this way, so miserable and so helpless.

Among the crowd, Cohen Delk raised his head stiffly. Luke Xiao's various actions reminded him of very bad memories. It turned out that the man in black armor was Luke Xiao.

It turned out that the mysterious owner was him.

The hard disk, William Cobb, MAX KⅠ... are all his pawns, and he dominates all of them, pushing the court of owls to death step by step.

"Amber gold?"

Delk muttered to himself, eyes full of confusion, is his goal really amber gold?

The killing continued until all the rebels fell to the ground, and the few people stopped. Dio escorted Sir Black Eagle and the red-robed judge under the throne with their feet bound.

Luke waved his hand,

"Interrogate them separately, say a wrong sentence, and chop off a finger until you get the right answer."

"Understood, master."

Dior greeted his men and took the two to different rooms for interrogation.

Luke walked to the corner, inspected his eyes, and hooked his fingers when he found Cohen Delk. The latter stood up stiffly, walked out of the crowd, and knelt at Luke's feet with a plop.

"Master...Master!"

The rest of the people stared wide-eyed, their faces full of disbelief, but Delk actually called...Master, you bastard! He is the ghost!

Luke lifted him up,

"Don't kneel at every turn, it's the 21st century, not the medieval one."

"Get up quickly."

Delk stood up stiffly, with trembling hands and feet, not daring to look at the hall full of corpses, nor at his former companion full of anger, nor at Luke, he could only stare at his toes in fear.

Luke patted him on the shoulder and said softly,

"How's the time going, have you been wronged?"

Delk shook his head again and again, "No...no one bullied me."

"That's good. I've been worried about your accident. Looking at it now, it's completely unnecessary. You're very good and you've done a very good job."

Luke sighed and continued, "I have something to apologize to you. I may not be able to do what I promised you. It's all the fault of those two idiot judges. They are too impatient and arrogant, and they don't know how to restrain themselves." , in order to prevent the situation from getting out of control, I can only act in advance, I hope you don't blame me."

Delk shook his head in despair, "moved" to the point of crying,

"Master, I don't blame you, really, not at all."

"That's good, that's good."

Luke breathed a sigh of relief, turned his gaze to the others, and suddenly said,

"How about I give these people to you?"