Chapter 2: If Nothing Unexpected Happens

The happiness of the wealthy is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The reverse is also true.

Last night, he couldn't hide the fact that he was collecting a corpse in front of the bodyguards, the household butler, and the maids. And today? Louis and the others weren't talking, but their strange expressions all seemed to ask: Are we going to sink the body into the sea? Boss, is this a seduction followed by a kill? You used to be just reckless, and now you've finally taken that step, right?

Or maybe the housekeeper in his fifties was pretty sharp. He silently closed his tablet computer, where the 'List of Beauties' flashed briefly and then disappeared. He straightened his posture, cast a glance at both Louis and the other person, and said, "What are you thinking? This young lady just seems a bit off."

Ange, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp, struggled for a while before managing to say, "It's not what you think. She, she's an extraordinary person like Batman. I intend to have her stay at my island vacation home."

Oh...

The three of them instantly revealed relieved expressions.

Having a timed bomb-like character at home, you never know when they'll explode. It's better to get rid of her sooner rather than later.

If handling things casually was yesterday, today Louis and the others' attitude became much more formal. They first called for the maid, who helped lift the unconscious Wonder Woman onto a beach chair acting as a makeshift stretcher. Then, they carried her down to the extended Lincoln downstairs.

The butler, Frank, quietly opened the tablet computer again, revealing the 'List of Beauties' inside. "Young Master, I don't have the right to question your decisions, but I think a mortal girl might suit you better."

Under normal circumstances, Ange wouldn't have missed the chance to exclaim, "Ah! This tablet computer is so sleek, no, so big!"

But now, with two lines of black forming on his forehead, Ange stammered, "I, uh..."

He seemed like a person with a twisted colon who hasn't gone to the toilet after eating something difficult to digest; no matter what he says, it won't make any sense.

Holding his breath, he decided not to respond and walked downstairs with large strides.

From behind came the voice of the butler, "Young Master, I'll have the vacation house on the island prepared for you."

Ange's mind was a mess.

As a core member of the Justice League, Wonder Woman was top-notch both in character and combat power. He had no reason to sell her off.

Wonder Woman was stunningly beautiful, incredibly loyal, and the only downside was that whoever became her husband would have to prepare for two hiccups.

What a chilling joke!

As Ange drove, he even forgot to appreciate the interior of his luxury car and the surrounding scenery.

For safety reasons, the butler had sent all the bodyguards by his side, and two bulletproof SUVs were guarding in front and behind the extended Lincoln.

Eight bodyguards in total, armed with legally modified M4 automatic rifles equipped with 100-round drum magazines.

This was quite necessary in the relatively safe Gotham City.

Still, Ange felt uneasy.

Having financial means could lead to a comfortable life in most worlds, but in Gotham, you needed to have the ability to develop black technology at least to stay alive.

This lineup could deal with the Penguin's henchmen, but if any formidable opponent like Wonder Woman showed up, he would be in trouble.

Calling the police? Forget about it.

Other cities' police departments might be a bit corrupt, but the Gotham Police Department was practically submerged in mud. Except for Commissioner Gordon, who knew if anyone else was clean.

In fact, before leaving, Ange had considered being discreet. Unfortunately, this was Gotham City, where Murphy's Law was in full effect—whatever could go wrong would go wrong.

Ange decided to arm himself to the teeth.

His convoy had just left his suburban mansion and was barely ten minutes away from the edge of Gotham City when he suddenly felt a shiver down his spine.

Instinctively thinking it was just a figment of his imagination, he turned to look, but the three-story high abandoned building with only its frame left seemed deserted.

If he felt nothing, then there had to be something!

Ange clenched his teeth. "Everyone, stay vigilant. We're being watched."

Louis and the others instantly became tense, their fingers resting on the safeties of their rifles.

As the convoy moved out of sight, a figure emerged from behind the three-story building's iron frame.

She had a stunning figure, dressed in black leather and fishnet stockings. If Ange had seen her, he would've recognized her as the beautiful singer from the nightclub last night.

She put on an earpiece and whispered, "Boss, it seems like my tail has been spotted. The target has decent firepower. I've counted at least five heavy weapons."

A low, indifferent voice came from the other end, "Doesn't matter, Miss Lancelot. Continue tailing."

"Yes, Boss!"

Two minutes later, Ange in the car received an incoming call from an "Unknown Number."

He knew he had to answer this call. "Hello!"

On the other end of the line, a cold, sinister male voice said, "No one can take away what doesn't belong to them from the Black Mask Club."

Ange felt a chill run down his spine, from his tailbone to the back of his head. He felt frozen all over.

Damn!

How much of an idiot was the previous owner of this body? He actually ran to Gotham City to enjoy himself in the territory of one of Gotham's top underworld bosses, Roman Sionis, also known as the Black Mask?

Not to mention the critical mission he had now, even if he just arrived in Gotham and didn't understand its current situation, he couldn't sell Wonder Woman. It was a matter of principle.

Moreover, who the hell was the Black Mask?

Ange responded with a serious tone, "That's not something you can just call 'stuff.' That lady is a guest of Mr. Bruce Wayne. Mr. Sionis, are you sure you want to go against the Wayne family?"

Ange wasn't sure if the Justice League had been formed at this point.

If you claim to be Gotham's protector, Mr. Wayne, then this mess isn't yours, whose is it?

Ange's manipulation, pointing out the other party's identity and even invoking Mr. Wayne's name, immediately made the Black Mask Mr. Sionis hesitate.

The dark world and the wealthy were intricately linked.

To make a fortune, you first needed money.

Without so many wealthy individuals, where would they get their loot from?

Not to mention Ange leveraging his asymmetric information as a transmigrator to directly expose the other party's identity and bring up Mr. Wayne's reputation.

This left Mr. Sionis quite tangled. The opponent knew his secrets while he knew nothing about them. As a careful underworld boss, he had to consider more factors and started becoming wary, quietly ending the call.

On the other end, Mr. Sionis was extremely agitated. He snapped at his assistant, "Haven't you found out anything about that kid?"

"I can't find anything. I can only confirm that he has a black platinum-level bank card at Wayne Bank, and his credit rating is four A's."

"What the hell?"

"Uh, this level of customer information is treated as top-secret by the bank and is highly protected."

"Anything else?"

"The usage permissions of this black card are a bit odd. It doesn't allow any investments or access to casinos, only daily expenses for the cardholder."

"What in the world is this setup? Could he be Mr. Bruce Wayne's illegitimate child?"

The assistant shrunk his neck, clearly indicating that he'd said too much.

Meanwhile, on Ange's side, listening to the busy tone on the phone, he couldn't help but smile.

Seated across from Ange, the bodyguard Louis looked at Wonder Woman, who was occasionally frowning on the genuine leather sofa, and then at his own boss. He swallowed hard and said in a changed tone, "Is this lady really Mr. Wayne's guest?"

"Of course. However, Mr. Wayne is currently occupied, so we are temporarily responsible for protecting her."

The bodyguards let out a sigh of relief.

Having scared away the Black Mask, Ange didn't let his guard down. He looked at the projection on his retina, where he could see Wonder Woman emanating a faint aura of power.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this might not mean much, but to someone like Ange, she was like a lighthouse in the darkness, radiating with incredible brilliance.

"Damn it." Ange complained to himself, "Does my 'Golden Finger' only have a useless display function?"

As if mocking someone, his retina suddenly highlighted one of his skills:

[Basic Marksmanship Level 5]!

As a playboy of Gotham City, he often shot at shooting ranges in his spare time. This was pretty 'beaver' of him.

Based on his memories, Ange silently opened a hidden compartment beside his seat, taking out a compact MP5K submachine gun that was about thirty centimeters long.

In urban warfare, this thing provided unparalleled flexibility.

He checked the thirty-round magazine, then hesitated before replacing it with a crazy 120-round drum magazine.

But that wasn't all. He also quietly put on a bulletproof vest.

His actions made the faces of the two bodyguards even paler.

But there's more.

Ange took out two grenades, hiding them in his inner pants pockets, and said with a smirk, "As an honest and law-abiding citizen, it's perfectly reasonable to store grenades in your pants, right?"

Louis forced a laugh, "Absolutely! Absolutely!"

As they spoke, both of them added bulletproof metal inserts to their vests and put on tactical helmets.

And then...

If nothing unexpected happened, something unexpected was about to happen.

Just as the convoy passed by an abandoned factory, several heads suddenly popped out from behind a pile of scrap metal. Then, a few sparks of fire appeared.

Louis was so frightened he turned pale, lunging at Ange while yelling in a distorted voice, "Chicken—"

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