American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 107 A Woman Like a Cat
Just as Jonathan and Locke were surprised to see a man who looked like a donut in the wheat field.

Cat-like women have also appeared in Gotham nightclubs.

Selena Kyle.

22 years old this year.

My job is...

At least on the surface, his job was as an ordinary waiter in this infamous club.

As Selena strode into the staff locker room of the Iceberg Club, she casually tossed her leather gloves into her locker. While thinking to herself that a certain wealthy man didn't have much money, she also heard her colleagues whispering among themselves.

"Have you heard? Mr. Ogilvy demoted all the 'Kings' to male escorts!"

"Right now, only Mr. Diego can be called 'King' in the entire club."

"Tsk, anyone who didn't know better would think he was Ogilvy's lover~"

Male favorite?

Selena paused slightly as she touched up her lipstick in front of the mirror, her carefully drawn eyebrows lifting slightly.

That fat, bloated Ogilvy?

Just as she briefly pieced together the horrifying image in her mind, a strong chill immediately ran up her spine, startling her so much that she almost distorted the outline of her bright red lips.

but
Curiosity gnawed at her like cat's claws. What kind of person deserved such an honor? To make that idiot Ogilvy make such an almost explicit move?

While thinking, Selena deftly changed into the club's uniform 'catwoman' outfit—

A black, fitted mini dress that accentuates the wearer's shapely figure.

Beneath the skirt were a pair of long legs encased in black velvet.

Um.
To be fair, Ogilvy's sense of style in clothing was actually quite good.

Satisfied with adjusting the adorable cat-ear hair accessory on her head in front of the mirror, the catwoman decided to make a special detour to the main hall to see who this 'one and only king' really was.

But a moment later.

As Selena silently disappeared behind the heavy, deep red velvet curtain at the edge of the main hall, casting her gaze upon the center of the stage under countless lights, she had to admit…

Ogilvy, that gorilla, certainly had good taste.

The spotlight, like moonlight, poured down, firmly enveloping the blond youth in the center of the stage.

That wasn't the typical greasy sexiness of a male escort, but rather a kind of...
Like ancient Greek god sculptures, it possesses an almost arrogant divine beauty.

Especially when he casually glanced at the audience, his rare scarlet eyes shone under the lights, as if filled with the finest and most dangerous aged French red wine, tempting people to sink into its depths.

"So handsome."

Selena muttered to herself unconsciously, then was immediately startled by her momentary lapse in concentration.

Damn it, what kind of beauties and handsome men hasn't she seen in Gotham?

But the man on stage…

His aura was truly unique, a powerful presence that blended divinity and evil, so much so that she felt her cheeks burning unusually.

why?

Of course, it's because her professional instincts are starting to kick in.

Judging by how popular this guy is right now, he could easily rake in at least $50,000 tonight just from the tips those crazy ladies are handing him, right? Maybe even more?

Speaking of which, I've recently taken a liking to that new crocodile leather handbag, and all I need is a kind soul to help me pay for it.
Selena's slender fingers caressed the smooth fabric of her skirt, as if she were weighing the thickness of a virtual wallet.

"Cough cough."

She cleared her throat, adjusted her attire, and was about to step forward…

结果
But reality gave him a cold shower.

The area around the stage was already packed with enthusiastic ladies and socialites.

Catwoman tiptoed, only to find that she couldn't even squeeze through the crack. She could only pick up a few glasses of champagne from the tray next to her and circle around the outside, like a cat blocked outside a fish tank.

"Ah~"

Life is not easy, the kitten sighed.

Selena withdrew her gaze from the crowded throng, listlessly fidgeting, her eyes idly sweeping over the dimly lit corners of the club—

Ok?
Her gaze was suddenly drawn to something unusual in the corner.

There was a tall young man who looked like a husky that had wandered into a pack of wolves, completely out of place.

Although he was wearing a cheap-looking plaid shirt and jeans, his incredibly proportioned physique with broad shoulders and long legs, along with his naturally sunny disposition, made him stand out.

Can the guests who come here be poor?

Playing the pig to eat the tiger, right?

I get it! I've seen this kind of trick a million times!
Selena's eyes suddenly lit up, like a stray cat that had found grilled fish in a garbage dump.

She immediately turned around and ordered two of the most expensive signature cocktails on the menu from the nearest bartender, then walked briskly toward her destination.

"Miss Selena."

The bartender, clearly familiar with her behavior, sighed and whispered a reminder, "That's a customer."

“I know.” She replied with an innocent yet charming wink.

"I'm a waiter, providing attentive service to our esteemed guests, isn't that perfect?"

After saying that, Catwoman, holding the two brightly colored and expensive wine glasses, moved with the graceful gait of a cheetah approaching its prey, precisely getting closer to the tall young man.

However, upon closer inspection, she noticed that her target was actually being followed closely by someone who appeared to be...
Ok……

The typical innocent college student look, and her figure...

Slightly immature and flat.

He was looking around warily.

The best thing for the rich is...
That's because such wealthy people have never seen themselves.

Selena confidently raised her chin, straightened her posture even more, completely ignoring the girl next to her, and moved closer to the tall young man, handing him a dazzling cocktail in a voice so sweet it could drip honey:

"Good evening, sir. I am Selena, the sommelier at the club."

"Would you like to try our new tequila cocktail?"

"?"

Seeing the catwoman who suddenly appeared before him, so sexy she looked like she stepped out of a comic book and was almost touching his face, Clark, who had never experienced anything like this before, immediately froze like a statue, and the base of his ears turned red at a visible speed.

How can you be as innocent as a newly hatched chick?

Selena raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, but
It's quite interesting.

She took advantage of the situation, extending her red-painted fingertips and lightly tracing the lines of Clark's strong arm muscles, lowering her voice and breathing softly into his ear:

"Or... do you need any special services?"

Stay away from him!

Seemingly unable to hold back any longer, the blonde girl next to Clark bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She took a step forward and almost used her body to block the two of them, her eyes filled with undisguised hostility and protective vigilance.

Selena paused slightly, then covered her mouth and let out a light, slightly mocking laugh, her gaze still glued to Clark as if glued on, her tone languid:
"Sir, your little pet... seems a bit naughty. Would you like me to soothe it?"

"Huh? I don't need to be comforted, Selena."

"Etc., etc!"

Hearing Pete's suppressed laughter coming from the side, Clark finally snapped out of his daze and hurriedly explained, "Miss Selena, Chloe isn't a pet, she's my friend!"

"."

"You wicked woman! Let's go!"

The girl called Chloe, her face flushed with anger, glared at Selena, and without another word, grabbed Clark's arm and turned to leave with astonishing strength: "This place is awful! Let's go home!"

"Hey? Wait, Chloe, I haven't drunk my orange juice yet..."

Pete's voice was drowned out by the music and other vocals.

"Um"

Watching the three of them leave in a disheveled state, Selena shrugged, feeling utterly bored.

She originally thought he was some rich young master who was out experiencing life and pretending to be weak to deceive others, but it turned out to be a pure-hearted country bumpkin who had accidentally wandered into the Spider Cave.
Although that blonde girl's possessive behavior towards her food was quite amusing...

It seems to be one of the three members of this small group...

and many more.

Selena suddenly gasped, realizing a detail she had overlooked.

When did that buzz-cut kid who was practically invisible and just watched the show from the sidelines appear?

She was completely unaware that there was a third person present!

This innate ability to conceal one's presence, to minimize one's own noticeability...

He's a once-in-a-lifetime find, a natural-born thief!
"It's a pity, though. He seems to be a loser with no future. He followed the wrong boss."

Selena pursed her lips, shrugged with a hint of regret, picked up the two expensive cocktails that no one had paid for, and turned to walk towards the bar.

She had to ask the bartender if he could refund her the money since neither of the two drinks had been touched, or at least put it on someone else's tab.

And so, one side hurriedly left, while the other reluctantly returned the wine.

Neither side noticed this at all.
On the bustling stage, a cold gaze had already taken in everything.

The 'King' had noticed the three uninvited guests at some point and was now coldly watching their figures disappear into the exit.

He wondered why there was that slightly familiar beat-up Ford on the road.

So that's how it is...

That guy Salafir
I trusted him too much.

A dangerous thought flashed through Dio's mind.

or……

Why not just kill them to silence them?

(End of this chapter)