Meal with Selina and the Arrival of Information!

"That is a large weapon designed for warfare, a microwave generator. It can emit microwaves to remotely heat and evaporate enemy water sources."

Lucius was relegated to the underground of the building for several years, during which William Earl showed no interest until a few days ago when he suddenly sent someone to collect detailed information about the microwave generator.

"Water sources?"

"It sounds like losing it wouldn't be a big deal, but the person who stole it must have had a more complicated motive, as dozens of people died just to get hold of it."

All the crew members on the cargo ship carrying the microwave generator were killed.

"Do you have any clues?" Bruce furrowed his brow.

"All the bodies disappeared, apparently thrown into the sea. At the scene, someone found this."

Lucius took out a photo, showing a bloody ninja dart stuck on the hull of the cargo ship.

Upon seeing the stylized dart, Bruce's pupils contracted.

"Do you recognize it?"

"I'll have someone investigate this matter."

Without giving a direct answer, Bruce's expression became complicated.

Of course, he recognized it. Most of his skills were acquired in that place, where he underwent brutal inhumane training and developed a strong will—the League of Shadows.

However, when the League ordered him to kill a criminal to prove his commitment to justice and lead the League in destroying Gotham, he caused chaos and blew up the base with explosives.

"Now it seems that this matter is not over yet."

Looking at the photo, he seemed to smell the earthy scent mixed with the approaching storm, his gaze sharp.

...

Gotham City, Burnley district, Manchester Restaurant.

This was one of the finest restaurants in the city, frequented by the rich and powerful.

With brilliant lights and an elegantly decorated interior, accompanied by the melodious sound of violins, David and Selina sat opposite each other on a table, watching people coming and going on the second floor, with reflections of figures that could be seen from downstairs through the windows.

"Is this the place you chose for the information exchange?"

"If I attract the attention of those people you asked me to investigate, it won't matter where we make the exchange. They will hunt you down like bloodhounds smelling blood and tear you to pieces."

Selina shrugged.

"If we're lucky, they won't notice, and we can make the exchange even on the street."

Nervous? There wasn't a hint of nervousness on David's face, only skepticism.

He suspected that she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to vent her frustration from the previous threat and take advantage of him.

Just looking at the menu, having a meal here would be enough to exhaust an ordinary family's earnings for a whole year.

"By the way, I've wanted to have a meal here for a long time, but I never had the chance."

Selina curiously admired the surroundings.

The East End was Gotham's impoverished area, famously known for the Crime Alley where Bruce Wayne lost his parents.

Although Catwoman had a collection of expensive items, she always believed that thieves should not draw too much attention.

Vroom vroom vroom!

The conspicuous roar of a sports car.

A silver-gray sports car with an exaggerated streamlined design stopped downstairs, drawing the gazes of the diners.

A young man in a suit got out of the car.

The waiter walked up, his eyes almost fixated on the limited-edition luxury sports car, unable to tear them away.

"This car is so cool."

Hearing the waiter's involuntary exclamation, Bruce smirked playfully.

"This is nothing; I have an even cooler one."

Two-seater sports cars; the other seat accommodated two beautiful models. He buttoned up his suit and helped the models out of the car like a gentleman.

Together, they went upstairs.

"Mr. Wayne."

Everyone who saw him greeted him warmly, even obsequiously.

"Wayne's heir returns to Gotham, and these days, there's almost no other news on TV."

Watching Bruce Wayne, the center of attention as he walked up the stairs, Selina sighed with mixed emotions.

"Such a spectacular sight, some people are born with everything."

David recalled Catwoman's miserable childhood.

Selina's mother, Maria Kyle, was a cold and distant woman who had a troubled marriage with her husband. She preferred spending time with cats over her daughter and committed suicide one day. Selina's father drank heavily and treated her coldly because she resembled her mother. He eventually died from alcoholism.

After that, homeless Selina wandered the streets for a while before being sent to an orphanage.

David wanted to say that Bruce Wayne wasn't much better off, but it didn't feel like a consolation.

Not far from them, on the second floor of the restaurant, several Wayne Enterprises executives were having a dinner party, invited by William Earle.

"Bruce, you're here?"

Seeing Bruce Wayne, who arrived with two female models in this setting, William Earle couldn't help but stare for a moment, a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Fortunately, He had treated this guy's return solemnly, thinking it would take some effort to convince the executives again.

"Mary, over here!"

At the corner of the stairs, Selina waved to a girl walking up to the second floor, dressed provocatively.

Taking off her sunglasses, Mary glanced at the tall David with a flirtatious smile, sat down at the table, and pushed an envelope wrapped in brown paper toward Selina.

David frowned; this person's pupils were slightly dilated, and she didn't seem very sober. Could he trust the information he got from someone like this?

"Want something to eat?"

Catwoman offered channels that normal people couldn't access, and David paid for them. After paying, Selina invited the woman to sit down and have some food.

"No, thanks. I don't like the atmosphere here; it makes me uncomfortable."

After saying that, the woman flirtatiously blew a kiss to the stern-faced David and left gracefully without any hesitation.

"Mary is one of the people specializing in providing information in Gotham. Her sources aren't high-end—restaurant waiters, street pickpockets, beggars, orphans, nightclub dancers, ubiquitous addicts in alleys, corrupt police officers in the police station..."

Seeing David's doubts about the reliability of the information source, Selina handed him the envelope while explaining.

"But her information is usually quite accurate, and most of it is exclusive."

The best informants were those who were constantly overlooked by others.

"Selling information about the feared mob boss you mentioned. She doesn't seem scared?"

David asked.

"That's how Gotham is. The roaring chase of police cars, shattered glasses, piercing screams, the lewd laughs in alleys... Gotham has too many things to fear and worry about. If you're scared all the time, you won't get anything done."

She replied with a nonchalant look.

"It seems that the delicious food I ordered can only be enjoyed by me alone."

The two sat in a corner on the second floor near the window. Selina elegantly enjoyed her meal, while he silently looked through the acquired information.

He hadn't expected to see Bruce Wayne again in this place, but he had no interest in going up to say hello.

Batman was not someone he wanted to associate with, even if he could provide considerable emotional points.

In recent days, David occasionally caught emotional points from Batman.

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