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

He instinctively reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and felt for the business card that the Bowles had given him the day before. A line of text was clearly printed on it:

[Lincoln March, COO of March Ventures]

Something feels off.

“Yes, Lincoln March. Chief Operating Officer of March Ventures, and I’m also trying to run for mayor,” the man said in a cheerful tone.

Vicky added from the side, "Bruce, Lincoln was once a patient at Willowwood Children's Hospital, and Mrs. Wayne sponsored him when she was alive."

“I know,” Bruce nodded slightly. “I also know that he has acquired Dr. Leslie Thompson’s Hengxing Medical Center. It’s a pleasure to meet you, March. You are a gentleman with strategic vision.”

Lincoln let out a cheerful laugh: "Wow, it seems my resume is indeed impressive. By the way, Mr. Bruce, Mr. Wang, will you vote for me?"

Wang Baixi didn't reveal much about the business card, and immediately picked up the conversation, "And you, Mr. Lincoln? Will you vote for us in this reconstruction plan?"

"To be honest, Wayne Enterprises' reconstruction plan is related to Gotham's future, and I'm very interested in it. If I were in Carol's position, I would definitely give you my full support. However, we need to discuss the specific plans in detail. How about we schedule a time?"

"Let's do it now," Wang Baixi said.

As the saying goes: there's no time like the present.

“Oh, then let’s leave the time to you two. Lincoln, please trust the King.” After saying this, Bruce led Vicky away from the corner.

Wang Baixi watched the two figures disappear into the bustling crowd before turning his attention back to the man in front of him.

“Mr. Wang, actually I care more about things ‘above ground’ than those underground matters.”

"Oh?"

“I have a general understanding of your urban development plan,” Lincoln said bluntly. “From a return on investment perspective, there will be almost no returns in the short term, but if you can survive the first five years, the returns will be very considerable. Of course, that’s not my biggest concern. What concerns me most is how you plan to deal with those old neighborhoods? With your plan, many old factories and slums in Gotham’s East and South districts will be completely demolished. But what will happen to the people living there, Mr. Wang?”

“We will make proper arrangements, Mr. Lincoln.”

“No, you didn’t understand me.” Lincoln put his hands in his suit pockets. “Resettlement is the government’s business, and we all know how inefficient the government is at it. But what I’m trying to say is that in urban redevelopment, ‘winning hearts and minds’ is very important.”

Wang Baixi shook his head slightly. "I'm not a politician, I don't need to win people's hearts."

“You have backbone. But that also means your plan will threaten the interests of many vested interests, and those people won’t be polite to you just because you don’t need votes. In their eyes, taking away their livelihood is tantamount to taking their lives.” Lincoln lowered his voice. “This will get you killed. You will die.”

“Death is not scary,” Wang Baixi said earnestly.

"This is truly..." Lincoln smiled meaningfully, not expecting the person before him to be so serious. "Well, that's true. After all, even those upper-class nobles can't escape the revenge of their enemies. They've been too busy taking care of themselves lately..."

His tone suddenly became very strange.

Wang Baixi frowned. "Mr. Lincoln, what do you mean?"

“For example, the Bowles couple.”

At that moment, Wang Baixi fell silent.

Just yesterday, after they left the Owl Court, Lark called Wang Baixi and told him that the Bowers had been poisoned or had committed suicide.

Their bodies decomposed beyond recognition if they weren't careful. A sharp claw tried to snatch them back, but their attempt backfired, and they ended up burning the Bowers' bodies.

It all happened so suddenly, it was as if someone was playing a grand game behind the scenes.

Everything was for the purpose of destroying evidence, and some even seemed to have guessed that there was someone in Batman's camp who could resurrect. Of course, although Wang Baixi and Batman were unwilling to use resurrection on the remnants of the court, they were determined to avoid even the slightest potential danger.

"You must have heard about what happened to them."

"Of course, of course I've heard about it," Wang Baixi forced a smile.

"Yesterday, they died at the hands of the Penguin. That guy still has that much power even in prison."

"Oh, I'm so sad. I was hoping to get their support in the election."

"Speaking of which, didn't you see them for the last time yesterday?"

coming.

Wang Baixi calmly looked at Lincoln's impeccable smile, but her face suddenly filled with regret: "Yes, such good people, just like that, gone."

“Yes, it’s such a pity.” Lincoln gave Wang Baixi a deep look, then his phone suddenly rang in his pocket, and he took a half step back. “By the way, speaking of the Bowles, it reminds me that I have some hotel business to attend to. Mr. Wang, I’m sorry to take my leave now, and I hope that when we meet again, Gotham will indeed be a better place.”

After saying that, he turned and disappeared behind the French-style floor-to-ceiling window leading from the banquet hall to the terrace.

Chapter 88 Batman's Amazing Tools

After the dinner party ended, Wang Baixi and Cassandra were the last to enter the Bat Cave.

It wasn't that they were deliberately dawdling; it was mainly because Cassandra's dark green dress had such a long train that she tripped every three steps on the stairs.

She herself didn't seem to care at all, but Wang Baixi was terrified watching from the side. In the end, she couldn't help but squat down, take out a folding knife from her pocket, and neatly cut off a circle of lace trim at the bottom of her skirt.

"Okay, at least now I won't fall down the stairs."

Cassandra reached out and gently tapped the unbuttoned button on Wang Baixi's shirt collar.

"……collar."

"Oh, thanks for reminding me." Wang Baixi looked down, buttoned up his shirt, and straightened his tie.

Cassandra glanced at Wang Baixi speechlessly, then, remembering something, hurriedly asked, "Zha, where's Tana?"

"Her? She went back to feed the cats. Ah, that's a good thing. It's so comfortable when no one is watching."

Cassandra glanced at him again, her eyes not reproachful, but filled with a sense of habitual helplessness.

"Walk."

"receive."

The two of them then went down the stairs.

At this moment, a considerable number of people had already gathered inside the bat cave.

Bruce stood in front of the Batcomputer, still wearing his evening suit. Tim and Dick stood on either side of the workbench, while Joshua sat on the old sofa next to him, holding a mug as always.

On the guest chair to the right of the Batcomputer sat someone who did not belong to the Bat family.

This person was Kelvin Ross.

The Claw, who had only surrendered last night, had completely changed out of his gray tactical uniform. He was now wearing a white shirt and khaki trousers, looking at first glance like a programmer who had run away from Silicon Valley for a vacation.

He barely passed the interrogation by Batman and Zatanna, but Batman secretly planted a tracking device on him. Heaven knows what kind of backup plan Batman had prepared for Wang Baixi.

“Mr. Wang.” Kelvin stood up as soon as he saw Wang Boxi approaching. “I have collected the facial information of all the guests at last night’s banquet. It may come in handy later.”

“There’s one more thing. The computer analysis results are in,” Tim continued, enlarging the window on the Batcomputer’s main screen. “According to the analysis, the seven council members in the court had taken poison at least two to three hours before the banquet began. As for the Bowles, the autopsy results were the same. Everything is more complicated than we thought. That kind of potent poison not only causes the bodies to decompose but also allows them to spread viruses.”

"So, whether we take action or not, they're all doomed?"

"Correct."

"Could it be Raymond?" Dick suddenly interrupted, his eyes bloodshot. Since what happened last night, Raya and Raymond had both been taken away by the police, and Raymond had even committed suicide.

Kelvin shook his head, "The Gray Child..."

"Please don't call me by that name, Kelvin."

“Yes, Mr. Richard,” Kelvin said solemnly. “As far as I know, Raymond, like me, is not very loyal to the court, so he killed quite a few Talons before targeting you, but he still didn’t have the opportunity to do so. Because he hasn’t been on missions in Gotham for a long time.”

"What did Mr. Harry mean by 'the answer is in the heart of the circus'?"

“I guess,” Tim interjected, “that there might be some court secret hidden under the circus.”

On the other side, after Bruce memorized all this information, he pulled out the chair in front of the main conference table and sat down.

"Everyone, please sit down. I have something to say."

After everyone was seated at the conference table, Bruce slowly began, "I'm going to be away from Gotham for a while."

ha?

Everyone thought Batman was going to give orders, but it turns out he's just going on a business trip.

"Where to?" Dick asked first.

"I need to go to the Middle East to take care of some things. Don't worry, it won't take more than three days."

"You really are... you never like to discuss anything with others."

"You didn't discuss your return to Brudhaven with me."

Bruce didn't offer any direct explanation for his trip to the Middle East. After teasing Dick, he simply took out two small boxes from a hidden compartment under the table and placed them on the table.

The first small box contained a pair of seemingly ordinary contact lenses, while the second small box appeared to be empty, but upon closer inspection, a tiny device was found inside.

Bruce pointed to the first box and explained, “These transparent glasses can connect to the Batcave’s mainframe in real time. Wearing them allows you to share the Batcave’s database and also remotely control the Batcave. Wang, this pair is for you.”

He pushed the contact lens case in front of Wang Baixi, who took it with a smile. "Wow, a smart bat cave! You're really into these high-tech things now."

Bruce ignored Wang Baixi and what followed was more in line with the category of "high technology".

“This is a miniature electronic probe mask.” Batman picked up the second box. “You can imagine it like this: once you put this on, you will be able to mimic almost any human face you can imagine, just like Mud Mask. King, you are also in charge of keeping this mask.”

Tim couldn't help but ask, "Seriously? Why did you give him both?"

"The reasons are simple: first, he is a mentally sound adult; second, he is physically weak and needs something to ensure his safety while I am away from Gotham."

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Indeed, while Wang Baixi's resurrection technique and Soul Elegy are unparalleled, his pure physical attack stats are inferior to most people's.

"Are you praising me or insulting me?" Wang Baixi replied irritably.

But despite saying that, his hands still honestly picked up the electronic probe mask and put it on his face. He switched between the appearances of Bruce, Dick, and even the Joker.

When that pale, smiling face appeared in everyone's view, the entire bat cave fell silent for about half a second.

"My God, this thing is terrifying!" Kelvin Ross instinctively moved his chair back half an inch.

"It's more exciting than I imagined." Wang Baixi switched the clown's face back to his original face.

Kelvin, having recovered from his initial shock, said, "But with this mask, you can directly impersonate other high-ranking members of parliament to command the remaining remnants of the court. You might even be able to continue your fishing scheme."

“I hope so. Speaking of the court,” Wang Baixi sighed, “the underground project needs to be started as soon as possible.”

“That’s what I think too. Only by getting the project approved quickly can we catch all these bastards at once,” Joshua said.

"Then it's up to you guys." Bruce spread his hands on the table, gesturing for you to "go ahead and do it."