American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

"At 2:50, that was exactly the time when Dick unexpectedly ran into someone at Adams Pier."

"Yes, Tim. Also, Sheriff Gordon mentioned another piece of information: early this morning, the Penguin himself arranged a deal with Killer Croc at Adams Pier. The specific details of the deal are unknown, but surveillance footage shows that the Penguin's convoy arrived near the pier at 2 a.m., but Killer Croc did not show up as expected."

This message prompted Wang Baixi to interject: "Did Killer Croc stand up the Penguin?"

Yes, Mr. Wang.

"Killer Crocodile's failure to show up caused the Penguins to wait at the dock for half an hour. Around 2:30 p.m., the Penguins' convoy suddenly withdrew from the dock, leaving only Ignatius Ogilvy and six others to cover the rear."

"According to Sheriff Gordon, the Penguin was extremely angry at the time and even beat two of his men unconscious on the spot. The police have been keeping a close eye on the Penguin ever since, and during this period, whenever he went out with more than five people, the GCPD would mobilize personnel to observe the situation."

Tim frowned and mentally pieced together the two timelines.

"So, it must have been after the Penguin left that the deceased encountered Dick, and then they both disappeared."

"As for Killer Croc, he postponed his own death by standing up the Penguin."

"By the time he reached the dock from the underground river, it was already morning. The Penguin and his men were gone; waiting for him there was..."

“It’s the Court of Owls,” Wang Baixi blurted out.

Alfred asked, "Tim, what exactly did you encounter underground?"

“We fought the ‘Claw’ that Wang mentioned. That guy seemed to have no regard for his own life. I underestimated him. Fortunately, Wang injured his leg with the rope of his grappling hook gun, but Claw triggered a mechanism before escaping, causing the entire underground hall to collapse. It seems he was trying to cover his tracks.”

"Thank goodness you're all alright. So, it was also the claws that killed the killer crocodile?"

Upon closer reflection, if the Penguin's minions were killed by Claws, the entire battle would have been resolved in less than ten minutes.

And during this time, he even had the leisure to carve words, which shows that Claw's strength is indeed unfathomable.

As for Dick, he may have held out for nearly forty minutes, but during that time he did not have time to send out a distress signal.

It might be an even stronger claw, far superior to the one we just saw!

“Very likely,” Tim replied. “The person who killed him probably wanted to cover up the crime, or perhaps he didn’t expect Killer Croc to die from his injuries. Otherwise, why didn’t Killer Croc disappear like those Penguin henchmen? In any case, they are definitely purging everyone involved in that deal, including Dick, who was also involved…”

The question is, what are the details of their transaction?

“I don’t think it’s that simple, Tim,” Alfred said gravely. “Dick was definitely not involved in this deal by accident.”

"Ok?"

“‘War on Wayne,’” Alfred said. “That’s a no-brainer: they kidnapped Master Dick. What other action could justify such a statement? This is far more complicated than we anticipated. From the very beginning, this deal was a trap to lure Master Dick into.”

"But what are they after? Is it just for the Wayne family's wealth?"

"We need to figure out first what 'they' are."

At the same time, Wang Baixi turned the steering wheel slightly to the left and drove onto the side road leading to Wayne Manor. He glanced at the back seat and noticed Tim staring at him.

“We’ll go back to the Batcave immediately. But before that, Wang, please tell me everything you know about the Court of Owls.”

In fact, Wang Baixi did know some of the background information about the Court of Owls. The problem was that this information came from explanations he had read; he couldn't just say, "I've read a comic book called Court of Owls," could he?

What if they, like Deadpool, don't accept this premise and go crazy?

So he needs to come up with a different story that these guys can accept.

"Um...you've lived in Gotham for so long, haven't you heard of them at all?"

“When I first arrived in Gotham, I heard an old nursery rhyme,” Alfred interjected, reciting the line: “'Beware the Court of Owls, always watching your every move. Peeking into Gotham City from the shadows, hiding among the low walls and attics.'”

"I've never heard of that before," Tim said, completely bewildered.

"Really? People all the way up to Bruce's generation have heard this phrase."

“Yes, that’s their business card.” Wang Baixi continued, following Alfred’s words. “As far as I know, this organization is composed of many powerful and influential families around the world. They worship evil gods and manipulate the world from behind the scenes. Hmm… similar to the Rothschild family?? Claws are their assassins. These assassins have a substance called ‘Amber Gold’ in their bodies, which can make them immortal.”

Although Wang Baixi's words were somewhat sensational, Tim merely frowned. "Powerful and influential families, is the Wayne family among them?"

"They shouldn't be there. If the Wayne family were really members of the Court of Owls, Bruce wouldn't have completely ignored it from you. Maybe you could ask Joshua?"

Wang Baixi vaguely remembered that one of Wayne's ancestors had a close relationship with the Court of Owls.

“Alright, I understand. But, Your Majesty, I still want to know why you seem to know so much about the Court of Owls?” Tim asked the question he least wanted to answer.

“Actually, my teacher had told me about the Court of Owls before, but I didn’t expect to run into them here. Logically speaking, they wouldn’t expose themselves so easily…” Wang Baixi said without changing his expression.

Tim turned to look at him, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Your teacher? How could a hermit living in seclusion in Tibet be so knowledgeable?"

“The Court of Owls’ activities don’t just extend to Gotham.” Wang Baixi pretended to be serious. “They also have a presence in the East. My teacher was recruited by them decades ago, but he refused outright and went into hiding. He repeatedly warned me to be wary of those owl symbols if I went to other countries.”

"Okay, I understand."

After hearing this, Tim kept it in mind, then turned his head to look at the scenery receding outside the window.

“What a huge evil force,” Tim said wistfully. “They’ve been lurking in Gotham for so long, and Batman didn’t even notice.”

Before Wang Baixi could say anything, Tim spoke first:

"Alfred, based on what you've said, the truth of the matter should be: After the Court of Owls learned about the deal between the Penguin and Killer Croc, they orchestrated an attack on the deal site, killed the Penguin's henchmen and Killer Croc, kidnapped Dick, and dumped the body at the Wayne Hotel to provoke the Wayne family."

"You need to keep a close eye on the company's stock price now. If this is a premeditated hostile takeover, then the media will start reporting about Dick's disappearance."

"Following this, a large amount of capital will be used to buy Wayne Group shares in the stock market at low prices."

"The key question now is whether anyone is attempting to short Wayne Enterprises on a large scale in the next week or two? You need to check the short selling ratio and any unusual put option trading."

"Moreover, the court likely knows that Dick is Nightwing, and they have just as much intelligence as we do. Protect yourself, Alfred."

“You too, Tim,” Alfred said calmly. “I will inform Mr. Lucius to activate the anti-hostile takeover contingency plan and involve Mr. Joshua in the decision-making process. Anything else?”

"That's all for now, let's head back to the bat cave."

After Tim hung up the call, the carriage was silent for several seconds.

"So, are we going straight back to the Bat Cave now?" Wang Baixi asked.

“Yes. We need more adequate equipment support. Wang, you should also get ready. The Court of Owls definitely remembers you.”

Is he going too?

Wang Baixi swallowed hard. "Tim, before we begin, I have a request."

"What request?"

"I need to go to the hospital."

"Hospital? You were just injured by the claws?"

"I'm not injured. I just need to go to the hospital to take care of some matters related to my cultivation. Oh, by the way!"

Tim pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what else Wang Baixi had to say.

“I remember now, my teacher told me about the weakness of the claws.”

"What is it?"

"It's 'ice'!!"

To be precise, it's "low temperature".

Chapter Twenty-One: The Stinky Penguin

In the corridor of a private general hospital in Gotham City, where the intensive care unit is located, the silence is eerily quiet.

The hospital he now works at has a close working relationship with the Wayne Group; in fact, it could be said to be under the Wayne Group's umbrella. So, when Alfred made a phone call, he went from being a "suspicious Asian" to a specially appointed medical research consultant for the Wayne Group.

This also allowed him to move freely in all areas except the operating room.

In the nurses' station not far away, the monitor screen was displaying rows of red and green waveforms.

If a waveform becomes a straight line, a nurse will put down her coffee cup and walk towards the corresponding ward at a leisurely and unhurried pace.

As Emily Dickinson described Death, "He knew there was no need to rush."

Wang Baixi was standing at the end of the ICU corridor, looking at the nurses' station, with his back against the wall and his hands in the pockets of his white coat.

After learning that he could gain experience points from the recently reburied dead, he considered whether he should come to the hospital to collect the spirits of the deceased...

However, due to his identity, he was afraid that he would be regarded as an oddball, so this plan remained on his memo.

However, Wang Baixi had been to a crematorium and had proven that once a person was reduced to ashes and placed in a small box, they could not gain any experience.

Moreover, the time of death should ideally not exceed seven days.

But the living dead are an exception.

In conclusion, the hospital is undoubtedly a good place for him to level up. Only by gaining more experience points and skills can he feel safe to survive in this vortex.

At this moment, Cassandra walked over, interrupting Wang Baixi's thoughts.

Cassandra stood two steps to his side. She was wearing a white coat, also borrowed from the hospital administration, and looked like a medical student on an internship.

But in reality, she was sent to protect Wang Baixi.

Her presence made Wang Baixi feel at ease, because he knew that this girl's combat power was probably several times that of an ordinary person like him.

“What are you waiting for?” Cassandra asked, gesturing.

It took Wang Baixi about ten seconds to guess what she was asking from her movements, and then he pointed to the nurses' station at the end of the corridor.

"Wait until those monitors malfunction."

Cassandra tilted her head, clearly not understanding what he meant.

Just as Wang Baixi was about to explain, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the corridor. Several medical staff pushed a mobile hospital bed across the corridor, and on the bed lay an elderly man with a breathing tube inserted.

The wheels of the mobile hospital bed moved across the corridor floor and then disappeared behind the double doors of the emergency room.

Four minutes later, the door to the emergency room opened again.

The doctor came out, took off his gloves, and shook his head at the family members waiting at the door.

[Low-level dead aura detected!]

[Experience points +5]

Current experience points: 352/800