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"Very strong."

After some thought, the man wearing the owl mask did not immediately launch an attack. He stood beside the fountain, his body slightly turned to the side, his right metal claw hanging at his side, while his left claw was held horizontally in front of his chest in a defensive stance.

Clearly, both the little boy and the little girl are not to be trifled with.

So, his gaze slowly moved between the two of them, finally settling on Wang Baixi, who was standing at the farthest point!

"The Court of Owls sentences you to death!!"

Chapter Nineteen: The Owl Court, Sentencing You to a Reprieve Death Sentence

Wang Baixi stood there, stunned. "What kind of court are you? Can a court just sentence people to death at will? No matter what kind of court you are, you know that murder is a crime!"

Wait, the Court of Owls??

He remembered that moment.

However, the other party interrupted his thoughts with their actions.

He first threw two flying knives at Wang Baixi, but Wang Baixi barely dodged them. Then he rushed towards Wang Baixi.

Then, he drew his longsword while running, moving even faster than when he attacked Tim, because this time he didn't need to conserve his energy for a counterattack from the side.

At this moment, he had only one goal!

The target was standing by the wall, holding only a grappling hook gun that he didn't know how to use.

In an instant, Wang Baixi's first reaction was: Run!

He couldn't run towards the door because that bastard was blocking the way!

Therefore, he could only run along the wall to the left, rushing forward with his hands and feet in an extremely inelegant manner.

"The Court of Owls... The Court of Owls..." At this moment, Wang Baixi, lamenting that he did not have the Speed ​​Force, was still pondering the origin of his pursuers.

Perhaps only by looking back can he know what the other party's weakness was!

Behind him, Tim and Cassandra had caught up. Tim's short stick slammed into the opponent's shoulder armor, while Cassandra's leg swept towards the back of the opponent's knee.

The pursuer had no choice but to abandon his pursuit of Wang Baixi and turn to face the attack from the two men. He used his long sword to block Tim's short stick and at the same time used a throwing knife to force Cassandra back when she tried to get close.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Baixi ran to the opposite side of the room. He bent over, using the fountain base as cover, and breathlessly observed the situation on the battlefield.

Not far away, three people were fighting in the open space around the fountain, with Tim and Cassandra cooperating very well.

Tim held Claw at bay, forcing him to take a half-step back with every swing of his bat. Cassandra, on the other hand, constantly searched for openings from the sides and rear, her attacks incredibly precise.

But that bastard is too tough.

This guy took at least four blows with a short stick and two kicks; an ordinary person would have been lying on the ground waiting for an ambulance by now.

But instead of falling, he fought even harder.

His movements were completely unaffected by the attacks. Tim's short club struck his shoulder armor, leaving a dent. But the next second, as if unafraid of death, he rammed that shoulder into Tim's chest.

Even when Cassandra's kick landed squarely on the back of his knee, he only knelt for a moment before springing up and sweeping his longsword out, forcing Cassandra back.

"Doesn't this guy feel pain?!" Tim exclaimed with difficulty after parrying.

As Wang Baixi crouched behind the fountain and heard Tim's words, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

He looked down at the grappling hook gun in his hand, then at the layout of the room, and shouted to Tim, "Tim! How do you use this thing?"

Which part are you referring to?

"Launch section!"

"Aim at the target and pull the trigger! Hold the trigger and the rope will continue to extend; release it and it will automatically cut!"

Wang Baixi immediately stood up, aimed the grappling hook gun at the wall opposite the room, and then pulled the trigger.

call out!

The grappling hook launched from the muzzle of the gun much faster than he had imagined. The ultra-heated micro-nano composite fiber rope left an almost invisible silver line in the air, and after flying across the entire room, the grappling hook embedded itself deeply into the marble mortise of the opposite wall.

The rope was taut.

A thin line, almost invisible to the naked eye, stretched across the entire room from the muzzle of the grappling hook gun to the opposite wall, reaching about waist height for Wang Baixi.

The pursuers were positioned between him, Tim, and Cassandra, and if he wanted to charge at Wang Baixi again, he would have to cross the area where the rope was located.

"Tim, Cassandra! Bring him this way!"

As Wang Baixi shouted these words, he had already pressed the trigger to keep the rope taut.

Tim's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood Wang Baixi's idea. He and Cassandra simultaneously changed their attack angles, no longer trying to knock him down head-on, but instead using continuous attacks to force him to move towards the rope.

The pursuers were forced to retreat under the combined attack of the two.

He took one step back with his left foot, while Wang Baixi was less than eight meters behind him...

"Take another step back! Two steps! Three steps!"

Finally, that foot took the fourth step back.

And just as Wang Baixi had hoped, his leg struck the taut rope.

The thin line emitted a slight buzzing sound the moment it touched the claw's leg armor, and then the claw's right leg felt as if it had stepped into a red-hot wire.

The armor was cut open, the skin was cut open, and the muscle tissue was cut open!

Blood gushed from his newly opened wound, splashing mercilessly onto the ground.

The pursuer lost his right leg in an instant, and as his body tilted, he instinctively used his long sword to prop himself up on the ground in an attempt to maintain his balance.

Unfortunately, his left leg also struck that deadly thin line.

The same process happened again; the armor cracked, and a deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on the other side of the leg.

Although he felt little pain, his body lost its balance because his self-healing couldn't keep up with the cutting speed, and he eventually knelt on the ground.

However, he neither screamed nor begged for mercy. He simply braced himself on the ground with his hands, his pair of bright blue round lenses staring straight at Wang Baixi.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

"He wasn't on the list of targets?"

he thought to himself.

Tim gave him no chance to catch his breath. The short stick in his hand swung through the air, its trajectory ending at his hood.

As the dull thud rang out, Cassandra's kick struck him squarely in the chest, sending his entire body sprawling backward.

But he's not dead yet!

He propped himself up on his elbows. Then he made a move that caught all three people off guard: he ran!

Yes, he limped toward the broken mirror, and as he ran, his running posture gradually returned to normal.

However, before fleeing, he suddenly grabbed a shard of glass from the ground and stabbed it precisely at an owl relief on the fountain's base.

The lens pierced directly into the owl's eye, instantly producing a crisp snapping sound.

Then, the whole room began to shake.

Cassandra instinctively wanted to give chase, but she had only taken one step when Tim grabbed her shoulder from behind, and a fist-sized piece of gravel landed where she had just been standing, smashing a hole the size of a bowl into the paving stones.

"withdraw!!"

Tim pulled Cassandra toward the door, while Wang Baixi released the trigger to retract the grappling hook's rope automatically, then rushed toward the double wooden door at the fastest speed he had ever seen.

The three of them rushed out of the hall and ran all the way to the smuggling passage before slowing down.

Behind them, the tremors continued, but the sounds coming from the direction of the circular hall grew fainter and fainter.

"Damn it, is he going to kill us or destroy that place?" Tim said anxiously.

“Both are possible, that’s the answer,” Wang Baixi said, panting. “Oh right, that guy just mentioned ‘Court of Owls,’ right? I have some recollection of that organization. So, he must be a professional assassin from the Court of Owls, something like… Claws??”

"Your Majesty, how do you know everything?" Tim's voice was clearly filled with confusion.

Could he be the true Gothamite?

"Get out...we'll talk outside."

Tim was about to respond when his communication device in his backpack emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

He took the device out of his backpack; the screen showed Alfred Pennyworth's incoming call.

Well, the signal here is still very weak, but this time I was able to get through.

“Alfred? We’re in the smuggling tunnels beneath Adams Dock. Dick hasn’t been found yet, but we’ve run into…” Tim paused, seemingly considering how to summarize what had just happened, “We’ve encountered a lot of unexpected situations. Any news from your end?”

On the other end of the phone, Alfred's voice was somewhat intermittent due to signal interference, but his serious tone came through clearly.

"Tim, I've retrieved the police file regarding the fall that occurred early this morning. The deceased has been identified as one of Penguin's henchmen."

"Penguin?"

Why is there still that stinky penguin thing?

"Yes! But that's not the most crucial point. The most crucial point is that when the forensic doctor examined the body, he found a line of words carved into the skin on the deceased's back. The forensic doctor determined that it was carved while the deceased was still alive."

The text read: 'War on Wayne.'

Chapter Twenty: Beware the Court of Owls, They're Always Watching Your Moves

After ending their escape, the group drove back from Adams Pier.

On the way, Tim connected his communication device to the car stereo so that Alfred's voice would fill the entire cabin.

Wang Baixi sat in the driver's seat, the grappling hook gun at his feet. Cassandra sat in the passenger seat, as quiet as a Buddha statue.

“Alfred, we’re safe here for now. But we still haven’t found Dick,” Tim said into the communicator. “You said the person who fell was one of the Penguin’s men. Could you elaborate?”

"According to information provided by Sheriff Gordon, the deceased was named Ignatius Ogilvy, a senior member of the Penguin Gang. He fell from the roof of the Wayne Hotel at 5:00 a.m. this morning, but the medical examiner confirmed that his time of death was around 2:50 a.m., which means that he was already dead before the fall."