Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 55 The Dutiful Son

In the chaotic city of Gotham, nothing is surprising.

For example, Bruce Wayne lost a valuable necklace from his mansion, and an unlucky senator messed with Catwoman after attending a dinner hosted by the Wayne Charitable Foundation. Catwoman then used him as a pawn, and he was shot and nearly killed.

All of this pales in comparison to the two people who appeared at a charity ball hosted by Ms. Tate.

"Oh my god! It's Bruce Wayne." Whether it was a coincidence or not, after the Joker's antics, the famous Bruce Wayne went into seclusion for a while, but tonight he suddenly appeared in a sports car.

His appearance certainly attracted the attention of the reporters who were waiting at the door.

Just then, a small accident occurred.

"Oh! Praise be to God! It's Ang!"

As Gotham City's most famous playboy after Bruce Wayne, Angle is a walking advertisement. Any nightclub he hasn't frequented can hardly call itself Gotham's top nightclub. Not to mention his recent investments in Stark Industries and his public short-selling of Osborn Corporation, making him a recognized darling of Wall Street.

Because his numerous transactions with various banks are trade secrets, no one knows exactly how much money he has now. The only certainty is that, excluding his stock in Stark, his cash flow is definitely in the billions of dollars range.

Ang's appearance immediately caused a stir among the reporters. They even abandoned Bruce Wayne in front of them and rushed to the next parking space to take pictures of Ang as he stepped out of the McLaren.

Bruce is no stranger to the flashing lights, and he doesn't care about them. His recent retreat from the public eye is probably due to his annoyance with these reporters.

When he saw that face that vaguely resembled his own but was younger and more handsome, his usually calm heart seemed to stir slightly.

"Oh! What a coincidence! You must be the famous V, no, Mr. Bruce Wayne? Nice to meet you! My name is Ang. Oh, Chinese surnames are a bit special, my surname is [An]!" On the surface, Ang, like any other fan, gave a warm greeting to his senior, even so nervous that he stammered and misspoke.

Bruce was incredibly shrewd; just by listening to Ang's pronunciation, he was certain that this brat knew a lot of things.

The question is, how much does he know?

When he puts on the bat mask, he can ignore Ang.

In public, as the head of Gotham City's top conglomerate, it would be inappropriate for him, regardless of his position, to ignore a major shareholder of Stark Industries.

"Hello, Mr. Ang." Bruce reached out and shook hands with Ang.

Ang didn't deliberately try to give his wild father a shock from Kratos, but he could tell from the slight twitching on his father's face that his power had been fully perceived by his father.

The most amazing thing wasn't that, but that the system actually sent a notification.

[Special Mission (Rebel Against the Magnificent King) Issued – A Request from the Original Body's Remnant Soul: The original owner of this body harbored deep resentment towards his father, Bruce Wayne. If the host can launch a magnificent revenge against his father, the host will be rewarded with varying degrees of soul enhancement based on the extent of the revenge.]

Ang was immediately embarrassed.

What's going on here?

He doesn't personally dislike Batman. Batman gives him money to spend, and honestly, as long as Batman doesn't mess with him, he wouldn't mind treating Batman like his own father.

As for revenge...

There are many ways to take revenge. Ang guessed that the original owner probably didn't really want to kill his father.

Then...

Ang smiled mysteriously: "As fellow wealthy individuals in Gotham City, we have a responsibility to contribute our share to charity and peace."

Bruce could certainly sense the ulterior motives hidden in the young man's words, but he wasn't annoyed. He withdrew his hand and smiled nonchalantly: "Of course."

With reporters present, they couldn't possibly talk about anything.

This was just a simple, friendly, and cordial first meeting.

Charity balls appear glamorous on the surface, serving as a platform for the wealthy to showcase their riches, sophistication, and philanthropy. By bidding on items that may or may not be valuable, they at least publicly contribute a portion of their wealth to charitable causes, thus contributing to social balance.

As for how many wealthy people use charitable foundations to avoid taxes or evade inheritance tax by giving money to their children, that's another story.

For Ang, the charity ball itself was boring.

After casually donating his allowance for the day, Ang took advantage of his father running up to chat with Miss Tate, the organizer of the ball, and found the real protagonist of the ball.

Ang once thought that if the cat girl in this world were an 18-year-old and 240-month-old virgin, he would do anything to be a dutiful son and leave the cat girl to his wild father.

The catwoman who appeared before them happened to be 18 years old!

Okay! Men are generally very loyal.

In the name of that deadbeat Ang, I am truly a filial son!

"Oh! Beautiful lady, has anyone ever said you look like the famous actress Anne Hathaway?"

Wearing a mysterious butterfly mask, revealing a delicate chin, sexy red lips, a typical European noblewoman's updo, a fitted black long dress, and a perfectly low-cut neckline, the catwoman in front of you is undoubtedly the brightest star on the dance floor.

Ang casually shoved his parking ticket behind a statue in the ballroom, then smiled and swarmed over like the other fly-like men, using the same clichéd lines… The biggest difference between him and those men who were destined to be rejected was that he was Ang—the only top-tier billionaire in Gotham City who could rival Bruce Wayne and was incredibly sought after.

To put it bluntly, he's younger!

As a master thief, Miss Catwoman is a professional. Even though Ang was also wearing a masquerade mask on his forehead, she recognized him at a glance.

"Sir, I am very pleased with your praise."

"May I have the honor of dancing with you?" Ang extended his hand.

"It's my pleasure!"

Almost at the same moment those slender hands wrapped around Ang's shoulders, Ang's exceptional senses told him—something was missing.

Ang convinced himself that only his integrity had been stolen from him.

As melodious music begins, a professionally trained master thief and a transmigrated imposter, pretending to be a nobleman, display an unexpected chemistry and graceful dance moves.

Ang stared somewhat rudely at the woman's chest: "Oh! This chain is so big and so white!"

Catwoman rarely showed such a surprised expression: "I quite like this necklace."

Ang laughed: "However, I have a necklace that would suit you better."

These words sounded like blatant flattery; Ang seemed to be just like those scoundrels and high-ranking officials who coveted her beauty.

Catwoman responded tactfully, "What a pity, I'd love to wear it if I had the chance."

Just as the dance ended, Bruce Wayne came to the two of them.

Clearly, Batman had discovered the catwoman who stole his necklace, and he asked Ang somewhat rudely, "May I be her dance partner for the next song?"

"Of course you can, but I suggest you count your fingers first."

Bruce: ? ? ?

Catwoman: ? ? ?

As expected, Bruce and Catwoman, these two sworn enemies, clashed head-on. Bruce first revealed Catwoman's real name, and then rather ungentlemanly stripped the necklace off Catwoman's neck.

In return, his parking ticket was stolen.

When Bruce was told by the valet that "your wife drove your car" as he left the party, shock was written all over his face.

Several kilometers away, Catwoman laughed merrily, driving with her left hand on the steering wheel while pulling out another of her spoils of the night with her right.

When she opened the box that had been taken from Ang's pocket, she was initially delighted to see what was inside, but then she was shocked and almost swerved the steering wheel, causing a car accident.

The necklace was undoubtedly extremely valuable; it was a diamond necklace worth at least fifty thousand US dollars.

The problem lies in the note attached to the necklace box:

"To my dearest Miss Selena Kyle, this necklace is dedicated to you, beautiful lady!"

The signature is [Ang]!

(End of this chapter)