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Chapter 101 Stop fighting!

"Splash!"

In the foul-smelling sewage, a blurry figure suddenly leaped toward the stone steps.

Of course, it wasn't a bikini-clad young lady emerging from the bath, but rather Mr. Batman himself, dressed in a black battle suit, with a few rotten vegetable leaves still on his bat mask, looking disheveled.

Despite the unpleasant smell on his clothes, Batman, true to his ruthless nature, walked unfazed into the depths of the cave.

His escape route was naturally the same maze where Gino had imprisoned Batman last time. Now, the clever Batman decided to do the opposite, luring Rashomon and the League of Assassins there.

Batman reached into his belt, took out an antidote capsule, popped it into his mouth, and chewed and swallowed it.

That's why Batman is a top-tier hero. He never falls into the same trap twice. After being tricked by Ginobili into drinking a hallucinogenic drug that made him see his dead parents, Batman developed an antidote that could cure most poisons on the market.

As the drug took effect and the hallucinogenic effects weakened, Batman was able to barely see what was in front of him.

The familiar owl statue stands at the entrance.

Batman cast his gaze down into the maze.

Since he was trapped last time, he has memorized all the routes in this maze.

In Eastern strategic terms, he had the advantage of favorable timing, geographical location, and popular support—he had the first two.

Without much hesitation, Batman casually tossed aside his cape and strode into the maze.

His true stage is when he blends into the darkness and waits for his chance to strike.

Not long after he left, the assassins of the League of Assassins quickly found the maze by following the route Batman had taken.

"owl?"

The leader was none other than Lei Xiaogu, who had given Batman a few darts. The old man stared at the owl statue with a sarcastic expression.

He naturally learned what had happened from Talia, the spy his unfilial daughter had brought to Gotham.

A massive council that had been operating for over 100 years was wiped out overnight by a mysterious masked man.

Lei Xiaogu felt that if a force had fallen into such a miserable state, it might as well go find a block of tofu and smash its head against it and die.

Well, the old guy had traveled to Asia before, so he naturally knew some slang.

He waved his hand, and his underlings rushed into the maze like beans being scattered.

Lei Xiaogu naturally understood Batman's thoughts.

After all, he is a master strategist; isn't his strategy to counter the enemy by leveraging geographical advantages?

But Lei Xiaogu, as the leader of the Assassin Alliance, didn't care.

Moreover, he discovered something very interesting: the masked man in the black uniform never seemed to kill anyone.

In Lei Xiaogu's view, what's the difference between this and being mentally ill? How can you protect what you want to protect if you don't kill people?

Therefore, in Lei Xiaogu's view, this was also a clash of ideologies. He wanted to force the masked man to kill, break the other party's principles, and kill him to destroy his spirit.

Lei Xiaogu stood quietly on the stone steps above the stinking ditch, gazing up at the enormous maze.

Every now and then, unconscious assassins would be carried out of the maze entrance by their companions.

"leader!"

The assassin squad leader knelt on one knee, his eyes filled with fear: "We can't find that guy."

"He was like an invisible man in the dark; his stealth skills were exceptional."

"and"

The man hesitated, then stopped speaking. Lei Xiaogu frowned slightly and said, "Go on."

"Furthermore," the squad leader lowered his head respectfully, "I think his close-combat skills have the feel of the League of Assassins."

It's not hard to tell. The Assassin's Guild's close-quarters combat is among the best in the underworld, much like a major sect in a cultivation novel. People taught by the same master can always tell the difference.

"You mean he used to be a member of the Assassins' Guild?"

Lei Xiaogu narrowed his eyes as he thought of a young man he had recently taken a liking to.

The other party was an excellent candidate in terms of both comprehension and temperament, and he had even considered grooming him as his successor.

Unfortunately, that young man lacked martial ethics; after mastering the skills, he ran away without a word.

"That's interesting."

Lei Xiaogu glanced at the narrow maze.

In this terrain, he couldn't wield his broadsword effectively.

So the old man dropped his sword and entered the maze wearing only leather armor.

As a martial arts master, Lei Xiaogu is also confident in his own fighting skills.

After entering the maze, Lei Xiaogu discovered that the maze was complicated and the path was hard to find. Sometimes, after turning left, he would inexplicably return to the starting point.

Lei Xiaogu remained silent for a moment, looking at the wall that was at least ten meters high.

He was no fool; since he couldn't get out, he figured he might as well jump onto the wall and see what was going on.

The old man bent his knees slightly, gathering his strength, and was about to leap up when he heard a whistling wind behind him.

Without turning his head, Lei Xiaogu dodged with a graceful backward bend, then turned around and looked to his side.

A tall figure slowly emerged from a corner of the maze tunnel.

Batman, draped in a black cloak, stared expressionlessly at Lei Xiaogu, while the dart he had previously shot at him was now stuck in the wall, trembling slightly.

This was undoubtedly a warning. Batman stared at the old man, his blue eyes behind his mask filled with cold indifference, and slowly said, "Get out of my city!"

There were no fancy moves, and no verbal sparring.

Lei Xiaogu and Batman quickly engaged in battle.

Fists and palms clashed, mixed with footwork, and the two were locked in a fierce battle.

Lei Xiaogu, however, became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Just as his subordinates had reported, the opponent's moves bore the hallmarks of the Assassin's Guild.

With another punch, Lei Xiaogu seized the opportunity and kicked Batman's raised arm, using the momentum to leap backward and create distance.

If Lei Xiaogu's original expression was merely somewhat mocking, then at this moment, the old man's icy gaze seemed to want to devour Batman alive.

No one likes a traitor, and after the exchange just now, Lei Xiaogu confirmed that the other party was the vagrant who had recently fled from the Assassin's Guild, and the other party called himself Buslu.

"Traitor." A murderous glint flashed in Lei Xiaogu's eyes. He whistled, intending to summon the nearby assassins.

Lei Xiaogu was no longer going to play the cat-and-mouse game; he was going to overturn the table.

However, Batman pulled out his grappling hook and shot it into the wall.

He planned to shift the battlefield to continue wearing down the assassins' strength and energy, at least until the Gotham police successfully intercepted the truck loaded with the dirty bomb.

But the hook that should have been hanging on the wall suddenly came loose, as if it had been thrown away by someone.

A lazy, husky voice rang out above their heads: "You tight-fitting pervert, and that eighty-year-old man who escaped from the mental hospital in the middle of the night, both of you, stop what you're doing."

"Listen to me, please stop fighting. You'll kill someone if you keep hitting them like this."

"Be even more ruthless."

The two of them looked up at the sky at the same time.

On the high walls of the maze, a towering figure stood with his hands in his pockets, a white owl mask obscuring his face and eyes. He tilted his head, scrutinizing the two, appearing both eerie and terrifying in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)