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The woman in the passenger seat smiled wickedly and said in a seductive tone, "Keep your people watching. No one is allowed to make a move without the boss's orders."

"Yes."

The big man nodded, turned around, and got out of the car.

The car then drove away from the warehouse area, and the woman sitting in the passenger seat twirled her colorful pigtails with her fingers, a smile playing on her lips, and dialed a phone number.

"Darling, the show you've been waiting for is about to begin, because I just got word that the Red Hood has arrived."

"Great show! I really hope Batman can see this show too. Do you think he will?"

A deep, eerie male voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Honey, he might go crazy if he sees this, but isn’t this what you wanted?”

"Hahaha!"

On the other end of the phone, a pale-skinned man was sitting in a chair, laughing wildly. No matter how maniacal his laughter was, the person next to him had no expression on their face.

In a suite on the third floor of the Tumus Grand Hotel, the curtains were only partially drawn, letting in the faint sunlight of the setting sun. The room was extremely dim, with the lights off. Only a figure could be vaguely seen lying on the bed. It wasn't until the television was turned on and the screen's light shone on the person that it became clear he was eating steak.

Jason Todd was eating his steak with a knife and fork. A sitcom was playing on the TV, but no matter how funny the show was, he didn't smile at all. Instead, he kept looking out the window, his brows revealing his anxiety and unease.

He had no interest in watching TV. He had traveled all the way to the Middle East on Bruce Wayne's back to find his biological mother, but he hadn't been able to see her today.

His mother wasn't at the clinic, which made him a little anxious. They lived in the same city, yet they couldn't see each other!

"Pass me the ball! Quick!"

"Stop him, don't let him pass!"

"What are you doing? You can't stop it!"

"The ball is in!"

The sounds of children's laughter and the collision of balls came from downstairs.

"Fuck! It's so noisy!"

On the bed, Jason Todd finally couldn't hold back any longer. He dropped his knife and fork and prepared to go downstairs and teach those rascals outside a lesson.

Jingle Bell! ! !

Suddenly, the telephone at the front desk by the bed rang.

"I did not order any services."

Jason answered the phone; it was the receptionist on the other end.

“Mr. Todd, here’s the thing, someone has delivered a package for you. Please come down and sign for it. It’s signed Sheila Heywood.”

The receptionist said calmly.

"Who? Sheila Heywood!"

Jason Todd, his impatient tone vanished, and he quickly said, "I'll be right there."

"Ok."

The receptionist answered politely and then hung up the phone.

"The things she sent!"

Jason Todd didn't even listen to the busy tone on the landline. He simply dropped the receiver, grabbed his coat, opened the door, and ran downstairs.

original

He planned to take the elevator, but there were too many people and the elevator was still upstairs. So he chose to walk down the stairs and ran down to the lobby on the first floor in no time.

“This is Jason Todd. I’m here to pick up my mail.”

Jason Todd rushed to the front desk, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"You're Jason Todd?"

Near the front desk, several figures who hadn't been noticed before slowly stood up and surrounded Jason, rolling up their sleeves.

"who are you?"

Jason Todd noticed the menacing looks in their eyes, frowned, and took a few steps back.

Then he immediately realized the phone call from the front desk, "Fuck, you guys lied to me, that email was fake!"

"Sorry, they asked me to make the call."

The receptionist was full of apologies and didn't dare to look Jason Todd in the eye.

"catch him!"

At that moment, someone pointed at Jason Todd and shouted, and several figures immediately rushed out, spreading their arms and pouncing on Jason Todd.

"Fake!"

Jason Todd reacted almost simultaneously, turning and running towards the door, because running upstairs now would be a dead end, and only running outside would offer a way out.

Moreover, the limited space in a hotel can restrict one's ability to perform.

"Come on!"

Seeing Jason Todd dash out the door in a few strides, the men grabbed their baseball bats and chased after him.

A chase ensued on the street. Jason Todd gritted his teeth, ignoring his slippers, and kept jumping over obstacles on the side of the street, running towards the crowds, hoping to lose the other person.

After all, he was unfamiliar with the place, and the other party knew him and Sheila Heywood, so they were likely prepared. He didn't dare to act rashly.

"Quickly open!"

Jason Todd's slippers flew off as he ran, but he didn't bother to pick them up. He quickly pushed aside the man blocking his way, glanced at the men chasing after him, and continued running towards the end of the street with his head down.

"Don't run, you American!"

No matter how long they ran, they always followed behind. Pedestrians on the road would even make way for them. No one wanted to get involved in this kind of thing, especially in this chaotic city.

"Wow, that's impressive!"

Jason Todd ran, spotted an iron bar on the ground, picked it up, and then, seeing that there were fewer people ahead, darted into a nearby alley.

But he had only taken a few steps when he was forced to stop because there was a wall at the end of the alley, and the wall was very high, so there was no way to walk through it.

"Fake."

Jason Todd cursed, panting as he gripped the iron bar tightly and turned to face away.

Then several figures rushed into the alley, each holding a baseball bat, banging on the wall and slowing their pace.

"Kid, you can run pretty fast."

The burly man at the head of the group, panting heavily, brandished a baseball bat and sneered.

"Who are you?"

Jason Todd raised the iron bar, but the other side outnumbered him, so he didn't dare to make a move.

"What were you doing at the clinic today? Asking about Sheila Heywood? Tell me, were you fucking after that shipment?!"

The man in the large Chinese-speaking language was in a hostile tone, brandishing a baseball bat and speaking sternly.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Jason was completely bewildered, but he guessed that the other party must have misunderstood him.

"Never mind, you'll tell me everything in a bit!"

The big man waved his hand, and the men around him all swung their baseball bats and rushed towards Jason.

"Shet."

Jason swallowed hard, preparing to fight, when he noticed two figures suddenly appear behind him. One was red-skinned and wore a dark blue battle suit, while the other wore a black cloak and a bat-like battle suit.

He paused for a moment, "Superman, Batman?"

"Kid, you can't fool me with such low-level tricks. Superman and Batman don't come to the Middle East."

Chapter 144: Batman and the Joker, the Death of a Family Member?

(three)

"Kid, you can't fool me with such low-level tricks. Superman and Batman don't come to the Middle East."

The burly man rubbed his neck, gripped the baseball bat with both hands, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips. "Kid, before you came here to hang around, didn't anyone tell you that there are some people you shouldn't ask about, and some places you shouldn't go to?!"

"Hey, boss, you really have connections."

The subordinate next to him patted the big man on the shoulder, turned his head and pointed behind him, swallowing hard.

"what?"

The big man was surprised and turned to look behind him. Suddenly, the blue figure at the alley entrance moved in front of him in an instant. Before he could even react, the baseball bat in his hand had been broken in half.

Furthermore, a sharp pain in his neck caused the burly man's vision to blur, and he swayed a few times, losing his balance before falling heavily to the ground.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he could still hear the screams of his men, but the screams were silenced after a few seconds.

"You are truly cruel."

Bruce Wayne walked over from the alleyway, looked at the thugs lying on the ground, raised an eyebrow, and checked their breathing. "Luckily, they're still breathing."

"Looks like I'm still half asleep; the Dark Knight is talking to me about brutality."

Lowe couldn't help but laugh when he heard Bruce's joke.

"To be honest, when I first saw you, the innate righteousness between your brows almost made me think you were a kind superhero who would never hurt anyone."

Bruce Wayne smiled, but his eyes turned cold the moment they met Jason Todd deep in the alley. "Jason, is there anything you want to say to me?"

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wayne.”

Jason Todd took a deep breath, making sure he wasn't seeing things, that the man in front of him really was Batman, and his tone became slightly weaker.

I thought he would call you father.

Lowe's way of addressing Jason was not surprising. For Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne was more like a mentor than a father, so he rarely called Bruce "father" and used honorifics more often.

Rather than calling Jason Bruce's father, it would be more accurate to call him Bruce's godfather, although the two terms seem to be the same in English.

"Is an apology all you need?"