r18novel Chapter 196, Page 93: The smile doesn't disappear; it just moves from one face to another.
Chapter 196, Page 93: The smile doesn't disappear; it just moves from one face to another.
Chapter 196, Page 93: The smile doesn't disappear; it just moves from one face to another.
Qin Wei had already prepared this story before he first met Chato. It originated from Gandyk's oral account, with Lei Xiaogu's letters supplementing its details, and the background information came from Qin Wei's purposeful investigation.
But the more he investigated, the more absurd and bizarre the matter seemed to him.
The skyscrapers of the "Free Nation" were built with bricks of slaughter and gravel of plunder.
The cracks in the brickwork are seeping withered remains of 500,000 workers whose blood had been wrung out.
The steel bars in the cement were replaced by the angry, glaring corpses of black slaves.
Finally, the building's ornate polygonal roof was made from pieces of Native American scalps sewn together.
The more something is lacking, the more a person will emphasize it. This law also applies to "nations." Nations that tout freedom rise from slavery and oppression, and their long history is enough to wash away deep-seated hatred.
People in H live on the fringes of society, walking on thin ice. Black people, aside from banding together in slogans, only use the banner of revenge to satisfy their own selfish desires through free shopping.
The most ridiculous situation is that of the Native Americans, who are huddled in the reservations designated for them by the United States, watching helplessly as the "Native American race," once the dominant ethnic group on the continent, has become a laughable "politically correct" title.
No one wanted revenge, except for a demon that had awakened.
Since that's the case, let's make the story even more exciting.
Under Qin Wei's meticulous description, which was a combination of factual research and imagination, Chato seemed to truly see the scene of the massacre. The bloody scene and the wails and screams that lingered in his ears were all stimulating his nerves.
Diablo also broke his silence.
Qin Wei clearly sensed that the temperature around him was rising rapidly. His skin felt dry and itchy, and his hair was quickly drying and curling up amidst the crackling sound of the heat.
He felt it was time to shut up, unless he wanted Wayne Manor to be engulfed in flames tonight.
"Why did you stop talking?"
Cha Tuo asked.
"I think you should calm down. It's obvious that you have a pretty good relationship with the devil right now." Qin Wei wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Yes, I promised to avenge it, but actually I'm more confused than it, at least before I talked to you."
"You mean you know what to do?" Qin Wei was overjoyed.
"I'm not sure, but I want to try. At least your words have angered him. I've never felt such pure anger before," Chato said, looking down at his hands, which were covered in black totem tattoos.
These patterns appeared the moment the vengeful demon possessed the body, initially appearing faintly, but gradually becoming clearer as the souls of both parties began to merge.
Chato had a premonition that if he didn't get rid of the demon sooner or later, his body would be possessed by it.
It was at this moment that Qin Wei reached out his hand.
"How about we try collaborating?"
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"Am I being used?"
Chato raised his head and stared directly into Qin Wei's eyes, attempting to probe the other's true thoughts with an aggressive demeanor.
But Qin Wei's sincere gaze made him feel ashamed of himself.
"Mutual exploitation, each getting what they want."
"make a deal."
The two held hands tightly.
A room near a corner was arranged for Chato, and Qin Wei's next task was to find Night Owl.
According to Chatto, the Night Owl locked Thomas in the castle's basement.
Both of those bastards owe Qin Wei a debt.
Qin Wei went down to the basement, rolled up his sleeves, and slammed the wooden door twice.
Boom!
dong dong!
"Bruce, you're awake!"
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An excited owl's voice rang out from behind the door, followed by a creak as the wooden door opened from the inside.
"Remember when you told me about the CIA forcing water supply? I got some too, and it worked like a charm. Thomas confessed everything—"
Before Night Owl could finish showing off his achievements, a sudden heavy punch landed on his cheek.
He immediately twisted his body to dissipate most of his strength, but Qin Wei showed no mercy. Following closely behind Night Owl's retreating figure, he stepped forward and punched him in the abdomen.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Night Owl made no attempt to defend himself, allowing Qin Wei's fists to land on him.
With a muffled groan, blood trickled from the corner of Little Thomas's mouth.
"Are you satisfied now? — Are you willing to listen to me properly now?"
"Damn you!"
Qin Wei, still furious, grabbed Thomas by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
"I don't care that you killed so many people, but you fucking almost killed everyone. If it weren't for Chato, we would all be fucking dead that night!!!"
"But Bruce, don't forget who stole the cell key that night. Without my help, you would have been exposed when you infiltrated Sector A. Facing the guards' pursuit, do you really think you could have saved James Gordon at the last second?"
Night Owl was also a master at manipulating human nature. Now that the crisis had been resolved, he could brazenly flaunt his achievements in front of Qin Wei.
"Trying to show off your record, huh? What about that day?! If I hadn't pulled you down on the Tower of Venn, you'd be fucking dead already!"
"Yeah, that's why I let you punch me twice!"
The owl gave a sly smile.
"Now we're even. If you lay a hand on me again, I'll retaliate!"
Are you threatening me?
"How could that be, my dear Bruce! I'm just telling you what might happen next—"
"Hehehe—hehehe!!!!"
Just as the two were arguing fiercely, intermittent cold laughter rang out from the corner.
Qin Wei looked in the direction of the sound and saw Thomas Elliott, naked, hanging in mid-air by chains. His body was covered with horrific wounds from torture. The Night Owl's methods had caused him to lose a lot of blood, which made his skin look extremely pale.
The pale moonlight streamed through the skylight and draped over his battered, muscular body, making Thomas look like an ancient Roman sculpture.
"Hey—I never expected this—the Wayne brothers would actually argue so fiercely over a loser like me!"
Thomas chuckled, and as he looked up, he was met with a slap in the face.
Snapped!
The crisp, humiliating sound of a slap echoed in the basement, leaving Thomas, who had been wearing a wicked smile, completely dumbfounded.
He had never been slapped before, let alone by Bruce Wayne, who was of the same noble birth. How could the other party do such a vulgar thing?
"Why did you hit me?"
"You were just laughing at your mother!"
Thomas's face turned pale from the extreme filth in his mouth. He had endured the torture of the Night Owl, but he could not withstand Qin Wei's soul-piercing insults.
More importantly, Qin Wei's actions shattered the perfect image of Bruce Wayne in his mind.
"You damned clone—I thought you inherited the personality of Booz & Spencer—but I never expected—I never expected you to be just a rat from the East Side!"
"Get that face away! Don't let me see it, you—you can't say such vulgar things with that face on your face, you're insulting Bruce Wayne!"
Thomas's offhand remarks made Night Owl burst into laughter.
Sure enough, the smile doesn't disappear; it just moves from one face to another.
"Night Owl, please step outside for a moment. I have something to say to Thomas."
Qin Wei suddenly straightened his expression.
The Blackgate incident made him deeply wary of Thomas Jr., and what he was about to say to Thomas would inevitably touch a raw nerve.