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Chapter 421: Put the Tail Between Your Legs (Please Subscribe, Read, and Comment)
In Lars' eyes, Damian is the true heir. Apart from the secret of the Lazarus Pool, the Assassin's League has no secrets for Damian, especially the tactics commonly used by the assassins.

When the assassins rushed over, Damian's first reaction was to run.

Although he was arrogant, he was very clear-headed in battle and knew that he could not be a match for a group of people.

If those assassins hadn't been pestering him, he would have run away the moment he discovered their identities and waited for reinforcements to arrive before running back.

"Mother, don't waste your energy. I won't go back with you."

Damian used his size advantage to move through the crowd and evade capture by one assassin after another.

But the assassins had the advantage in numbers, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not truly escape the encirclement.

So Damian shouted at the top of his lungs. Although he didn't see his Talia, he knew his mother must be here.

"You heartless little bastard!"

Taliyah was furious when she heard her son's shout.

She has mixed feelings about her son, Damian.

Talia truly loves this piece of flesh that fell from her body.

When at the headquarters of the League of Assassins, Talia took great care of her son and gave everything she had.

But when she arrived in Gotham, Talia couldn't help but associate her son with Bruce. The intertwined emotions and hatred finally made her throw her son to Bruce.

Maybe she just wanted to hurt Bruce in this way, to take revenge on the man who abandoned her, and to make Bruce realize that it was a mistake to abandon her.

But she never expected that in such a short time, her own son would actually turn to that damn man.

Talia knew her son well. If he didn't truly believe it, he would never say such words in front of everyone.

"Everyone, bring that heartless bastard back to me today."

Talia was very unwilling.

Why was it always so easy for Bruce to take away what she wanted?
Bruce had not been in the League of Assassins for long when he was regarded by Lars as the best successor.

This was what Talia had been striving for all her life, but Bruce not only got it easily, but also rejected Lars' proposal.

With confusion and admiration, Talia drugged Bruce and forced herself on him, becoming pregnant with his child.

But today, Bruce once again easily took her son away.

This feeling of frustration is even stronger than when I first met Bruce more than a decade ago.

For someone like Talia, who has a strong desire for control, it is an absolutely unacceptable shame to have her son, whom she has carefully raised for more than ten years, suddenly fall into the arms of another person.

Maybe there is still the pain of losing his son.

But Talia grew up in the League of Assassins, and it's hard for her to tell the difference between emotion and desire.

"The Gotham police will be here soon. Once the Justice League follows us, it will be difficult for us to leave."

The assassins did not have the same completely blissful blind worship for Talia that they had for Lars.

At this time, they did not lose their minds. Instead, they calmly assessed the situation and advised Talia to evacuate as soon as possible.

"That depends on your own abilities."

Talia did not get angry because of her subordinates' suggestions. She said calmly: "Let's make one last attempt. If we can't catch Damian, we will retreat. But you will bear the consequences of mission failure."

There was nothing wrong with Talia's decision this time.

Martin's appearance was too sudden, which tested the assassins' ability to respond.

The fact that they lost the arsenal was understandable, but if they couldn't even catch Damian, the punishment they would receive would be severe.

The assassins showed no reaction to the impending punishment and seemed to have no fear of it.

When they heard Talia's order, they became more determined to capture Damian, even using swords and bows and arrows.

In the hands of assassins, these weapons become more dangerous than firearms.

Even if Damian jumped up and down like a monkey, he couldn't change the trend of failure. It wouldn't be long before he would almost certainly fall into the hands of the assassins.

"Fight!"

Damian slipped away from the blade of the long sword several times, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and his extreme personality gradually revealed itself.

"It's just a matter of fighting, come on, who's afraid of who?"

Damian roared, gave up his defense, and slashed at the assassins regardless of the consequences with the knife in his hand.

Damian changed so quickly that the assassins had no time to react. They could only watch their young master rushing towards the blade. It was too late to stop him.

At this moment, the assassins had even thought of their suicide postures, but Damian still had red eyes, looking as if he was ready to die with the whole world.

"As for it?"

Martin suddenly jumped out from the shadows. He grabbed Damian's neck, just like pinching the back of a kitten's neck, and gently used force to make this unruly little thing behave.

At the same time, Martin's other hand waved forward, and the shadow under his feet raised spikes that pierced the arms of the eight assassins around him.

As it approached, the blood-stained shadow quickly shrank behind Martin, gathering into two giant arms, and with a wave of its big hand, it caught all the flying arrows.

Click!

Shadow Arm clenched his fist as Martin did, twisting all the arrows, and then slapped forward.

As the ground shook, two assassins were thrown into the gravel road, scaring away other assassins who wanted to get closer, including Talia.

"withdraw!"

Talia didn't know Martin, but she knew what a superhuman was, and when she saw the shadow moving unnaturally and turning into a killing weapon, she immediately made a decision.

Although the assassins have experienced resurrection from the dead, they do not have any special powers and do not have sufficient weapons on hand. They will definitely not be able to win against the superhumans of the Justice League.

What's more, the Gotham police are also rushing here.

"Don't worry, I still have a lot of questions. Stay and let's talk!"

Martin reached forward, and the pair of huge shadow arms behind him began to move.

The arms spread out, becoming similar in size to Martin's arms, and flew out into the air to catch the assassins who were retreating rapidly.

"Damn parahuman!"

Talia cursed inwardly, pulled out the rocket launcher next to her, aimed at Martin and pulled the trigger.

The rocket, with a long flame tail, hit Martin from top to bottom.

Martin hesitated for a second, then retracted his outstretched arm. The shadows that were trying to catch people also shrank, circling around the rocket and completely wrapping it up.

boom!
The rocket exploded, and the flames and shock waves continued to expand, blowing the shadow up like a big balloon.

Martin pressed his right hand downward, and the rotating shadow guided the flames and shock waves downward, blasting a big hole in the ground.

"Your mother is so ruthless. She dared to fire rockets while you were still in my hands. She is not afraid of blowing you, her son, up with him!" Martin picked up Damian.

The naughty kid who was acting like a madman just now is now as quiet as a kitten. Under Martin's gaze, he dares not say a word.

Hearing Martin's comments about his mother, he forced a smile: "Master, my mother did this because she knew you could protect me."

"Stop, when did I ever say I wanted to take you in as my apprentice?"

Martin flicked his wrist and threw Damian out.

The boy did a backflip in the air like a monkey, and finally landed steadily on the ground and came close to Martin again.

Martin shook his head and said, "You haven't learned any of Bruce's strengths, but your weaknesses are even worse than his."

"I think it should be the other way around."

Damian has always said one thing and meant another, and never admitted that he was convinced by Bruce.

Martin listened to the police car approaching, pointed at Damian and said to him, "Stay here and meet with the police. I will settle the score with you later."

"They're just a bunch of policemen, what's there to worry about?"

Damian looks down on Gotham's police and thinks that if it were him, he would have wiped out all the criminals in this city long ago.

"This is the biggest gap between you and Bruce!"

Martin snapped his fingers and Damian's shadow bound himself.

"Bruce never says such things, because he knows that nothing in this world is taken for granted. But you are different!"

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

Damian has a typical strong-admiring mentality. He thinks Bruce is a real strong man, so he is willing to acknowledge him as his father.

He also felt that Martin was someone he couldn't see through, so he wanted to become his apprentice and learn more from him.

But this naughty kid doesn't care about Gotham's police, or even Gordon, and thinks it's his right to dominate them.

"shut up!"

Martin waved his right hand, and a shadow sealed Damian's mouth, leaving him with nothing but whimpering.

"Who is that and why is he wearing Robin's costume?"

Gordon got the news from Martin and brought not only the police but also a team of firefighters.

As soon as he got off the car, he skillfully arranged his men to disperse, track down the escaped assassin, dig out the weapons hidden underground by the Assassin's League and other tasks. The old director assigned them all with ease.

After making the arrangements, he walked towards Martin.

"Bruce's son, Damian. He's a naughty kid who was raised astray by his grandfather."

Martin shook his head helplessly. Ability has never been a problem for him.

Even a stubborn stone can become as valuable as a beautiful jade after being trained by him.

But what Damian was thinking in his head was really a headache. At such a young age, his mind was full of paranoid thoughts.

Gordon was also surprised when he heard Martin recount what had just happened. "I've seen that kid before, and I thought he was just a little arrogant. But I didn't expect him to be so crazy."

"Let's not talk about Damian for now."

Martin waved his hand and changed the subject: "Although I haven't found direct evidence, the Assassin's League appeared at this time, and they have a large number of weapons made by the International Gang. It seems unbelievable to say that they have no connection with Apocalypse!"

"Then we will go all out to hunt down the members of the Assassin's League?"

Gordon is now extremely rich.

The Wayne Group was forced to stay in Gotham by Bruce and finally couldn't stand the chaotic environment, but it didn't trust the city council and frantically allocated funds to Gordon.

The Justice League wanted to use Gotham as a pilot, and not only retrained the police officers under Gordon, but also added a lot of young people.

It can be said that Gordon is not afraid of the people from the League of Assassins now.

Martin shook his head: "That's not necessary. If the Assassin's League is also a bait, we will be in a passive position if we rush at them with all our strength now."

"I see what you mean!"

Gordon has been in Gotham for so many years, so his professional ability is of course first-rate: "I will ensure the pursuit of the League of Assassins, but I won't do my best. Let's see if I can fish out anything new."

"You are a skilled veteran, so I won't interfere. If there is anything, just let me know and I will help you right away."

Martin glanced at Damian who was still struggling, and sent Gordon a document with some precautions about energy weapons.

"It hasn't even been five minutes and you can't sit still. Are you so impatient?"

Martin untied the shadow from Damian, and the naughty boy immediately jumped up.

"You are abusing the child, and you won't let anyone resist?"

Damian shouted in dissatisfaction, but did not take action, because he knew that even if he performed beyond his normal level, he would still be no match for Martin.

"My brain works very quickly, but it's used in the wrong places."

Martin reached out and held Damian's head, lecturing him: "Instead of protesting to Bruce in such a childish way, you might as well hurry up and finish your courses. That way Bruce won't have any reason to suppress you."

"How long will that take? I don't want to waste my time on such meaningless things."

Damian crossed his arms over his chest, looking like a big boss, as if tens of millions of people were waiting for his orders.

Martin looked at the child, examined him carefully, and nodded: "I know what's wrong with you. This method of yours is very useful in the Assassin's League, because Lars originally trained you as his successor.

If you stay in the Assassin's League, you can become the master of the Assassin's League without much effort. But in the Justice League, most of what Lars taught you is useless. "

What Lars taught Damian, besides combat skills, was nothing more than how to be a leader.

But Damian is nothing in the Justice League, and his identity as Bruce's son is the most important label on him.

He is not qualified to be a leader, let alone to order others around.

What's more, an old antique like Lars can only give Damian old-fashioned things. In modern times, if he can manage a city, he would be considered an outstanding talent.

"It's not fair for you to say that! My grandfather..."

Damian has a great tongue. Although he is young, he has good debating skills.

Martin snapped his fingers, and the shadow under Damian physically muted him.

"Kid, adults look at strength. Either you have to be able to make others listen to you, or you have to be able to fight yourself."

"You have neither of these two things. You'd better tuck your tail between your legs and be a good apprentice!"

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