Father and Daughter

Upon receiving the photos sent by his subordinates, Malcolm saw Thea drinking alone and felt extremely irritated. He had always subconsciously cared about this girl since her birth. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he silently observed her growth. It wasn't until today that he realized there was a reason behind his inexplicable concern. When Moira mentioned it, he immediately understood. There was no need for verification or evidence; his honed instincts, sharpened through years of life and death, told him that she was his daughter.

Standing by the French windows, gazing at the city's night view that used to inspire countless fantasies, now seemed somewhat tasteless.

He poured himself a glass of liquor and gulped it down, feeling frustrated and wanting to pick a fight with someone. However, as he looked around, he realized he was invincible in Starling City. Should he go to the neighboring Gotham City for some excitement? On second thought, maybe not. Malcolm knew that while he could dominate in Starling City, in Gotham City, he was merely of average skill. Moreover, there was Batman to contend with. It would be uncomfortable for him to go there.

While he was pondering, he received a call from the bar owner. "Boss, that person you instructed has already drunk herself unconscious."

Not knowing the relationship between this girl and his boss, the bar owner could only ambiguously refer to her as "that person."

"Keep an eye on her. Don't let anything happen to her. Warn your men! Don't let anyone lay a finger on her! Do you understand!" Malcolm roared into the phone with a menacing tone.

"Yes, yes," the bar owner hastily assured, promising to strictly follow the supreme leader's orders and complete the task.

The boss's instructions were quite straightforward. "Don't let anyone lay a finger on her!" This sentence implied that it was directed at men. After all, he didn't have telekinesis. How could he move the girl into a room? He ordered his men to keep their distance, as if they could contaminate the air, and instructed his mistresses to carry Thea into a guest room that had never been used before. Then, he stationed himself in front of the door with a keen eye, checking his handgun from time to time, adopting a vigilant stance.

Satisfied with his subordinates' loyal performance, Malcolm was watching from the rooftop. He knew his men too well. If anything happened after drinking too much, he would regret it. After hanging up the phone, he didn't drive but changed into the black attire of the League of Assassins, carrying his bow and arrows. He arrived to protect his daughter and just in case he felt annoyed, it was perfect for one arrow per person!

In fact, Thea wasn't completely drunk at this moment. She still had some consciousness left. Seeing the vigilant atmosphere around her, with two women carrying her into the bedroom, she felt relieved and fell into a deep sleep.

Ouch, her head was killing her. It turned out that even good wine could cause a headache if drunk too much. Thea rubbed her head and sat up, realizing that her clothes were neatly arranged, even her shoelaces hadn't been untied. She admired her cheap old man's ability to control his subordinates.

"Do you need anything?" The two women who had been guarding her all night had just woken up, seeing Thea sitting up, they hurriedly ran over, ready to fulfill the role of a promising supporting role.

Pointing at one of the women, Thea said, "Get me a glass of water." This woman's face was painted like a monster, and her chest seemed to be stuffed with two bowling balls, so much padding that it could be sold by the pound. She didn't even know how to change her shoes while serving herself, and the clacking of her high heels on the floor annoyed Thea.

The other woman helped her wash her face and comb her hair. Seeing that she looked fine, Thea swaggered out of the bar. A car had been called by one of the minions, and she instructed the driver to head to the Queen Mansion. As for the expenses for the night? Should Thea pay? She had indeed forgotten. With too much on her mind, she didn't pay attention to such small details. As for the bar, they saw the car drive off for two miles, and the owner was still waving goodbye at the door. Both parties were mature and rational adults, and no one dared to mention it.

"Oh, darling, you're finally back." As soon as she arrived home, Moira, with tears streaming down her face, hugged her tightly and refused to let go.

Her own mother was truly a contradictory person. While her hidden influence might not match Malcolm's, a hawk wouldn't collaborate with sparrows. Considering her future ambitions to run for mayor, her network of contacts was extensive. There was no way she didn't know about the events at the bar last night, yet her current concern and care for her were genuine. Sighing, she patted her mother's back. "Mom, I'm fine. Let me be alone for a while. I'm going to my room to rest."

Returning to her room, she changed into her pajamas and lay down on the bed. She couldn't sleep soundly, fearing that she might divulge some alarming secrets in her dreams at the bar. Whether the events of the day were real or staged, they had left Thea mentally exhausted. Her current task was almost complete. In gaming terms, she had successfully unlocked Malcolm's faction reputation, and it was at a level of adoration. The conditions for acquiring new skills were fully met! Now, she was about to enter the rapid strengthening phase!

Meanwhile, at the Central City Advanced Technology Laboratory, Dr. Wells, also known as Eobard Thawne, the final boss of the first season of The Flash, entered his secret chamber and addressed the wall. "Gideon, have you found the target that caused the time axis deviation?"

A light blue three-dimensional humanoid image appeared on the wall, speaking mechanically. "Doctor, the time variables affected by the target are too small. I can only vaguely sense the target's presence in Starling City. For a more specific search, I need you to provide me with more computing resources."

This statement troubled Dr. Wells. After all, Gideon was developed by the future Flash and operated using technology from a century later. In the current era, which was a technological desert for him as a future person, building and successfully running this artificial intelligence from scratch was already a miracle. Increasing computing resources with the current level of technology would likely require the collective effort of scientists from around the world. Fortunately, the small or almost negligible variables shouldn't affect his plans.

Sighing, he realized he had been in this world for ten years already. Lacking super speed and having to pretend to be this weak doctor every day was incredibly tiresome. He still had to invest time and effort into nurturing his archenemy, the Flash. Reflecting on how far he, as a villain, had come to this point, truly made him one of a kind.

He instructed Gideon to monitor the news in Starling City according to the normal procedure and inform him of any changes. Then, Dr. Wells briskly left the secret chamber.