Banquets were definitely not just about eating and drinking. In fact, at banquets attended by people in certain circles, unless it was a banquet for close friends, eating and drinking would not appear. They would not waste their time on eating and drinking.
This was more like a place for exchanging information and benefits, as well as a place to get closer to each other. This was especially so for a huge banquet in Wayne Castle. For all of Gotham's high officials and dignitaries, being able to step into this place was a symbol of their identity and status.
Most of the time, a big business deal would be settled in less than a minute of interaction between two people. Yes, favors were always a wonderful thing.
When a banquet gathered 70% of the city's upper class, the guests would naturally appear to be rich. However, from the luxury cars parked outside Wayne Castle, one could see the wealth of these people. Therefore, when an eye-catching old pickup truck squeezed in, Saber, who was dressed casually, and Kevin, who still had a hemostatic bandage on his face, immediately became the center of attention of all the guests.
Although in modern society, for a banquet of this level, it was difficult to have a scene of unreasonable scolding and suppression, but class was something that could not be removed. Under the curious, mocking, and dismissive gazes of the well-dressed upper class, the relaxed Saber walked into the hall with the slightly cowering Kevin.
Wayne Castle was built before the American Independence. The first ancestor of the Wayne family was one of the first batch of British Puritans to arrive on the American continent on the famous "Mayflower". In the eyes of the older generation who valued bloodlines, this was an important reason why the Wayne family was so prominent in Gotham. Their history was almost the history of the entire United States.
As an ancient building that had existed for more than 200 years, Wayne Castle had a strong post-Victorian style. From the outside, it looked steady and low-key, but the interior was unusually luxurious. Crystal chandeliers extended from the top floor of the hall, illuminating the hall that was filled with food and drinks and covered with thick carpets.
The successful people talked loudly, and the beautiful women who served as embellishments gathered together and chattered. There were also people who sat in quiet corners smoking, and those who were good at currying favor walked around with wine glasses in their hands. The big shots stood in their seats and did not move easily. They were the ones who were flattered, the ones who were begged, and those who were of lower status surrounded them.
Self-proclaimed nobility and lowliness, smiling faces that worked hard to climb up the social ladder, and gentle smiles that carried distance. Speculation and currying favor, exchanges of benefits, and evil things were discussed under the light. Everyone in the hall was laughing, but not a single one of them was sincere.
In Saber's eyes, this was like a Ukiyo-e painting. People were carefully sizing him up, but he did not care about their gazes. It was as if there was an invisible crack that tore them apart. He was not a member of this circle, and he would never be a member of it.
Saber reached out and took two glasses of wine from the tray in the hands of the waiter beside him. He passed them to Kevin, who was standing beside him and curiously sizing up the life of the real upper class. For this young man who was born on a narrow island, according to his original life trajectory, everything that happened here might not have anything to do with him in his life.
Saber passed him a glass of wine and patted him on the shoulder.
"Relax, kid. The well-dressed big shots will soon be overthrown. When that time comes, they will have to beg us to save them. You came here as a savior. Of course, don't ask for a rebuff. Do you see those beautiful ladies?"
Saber pointed to a few lonely beauties standing in the corner of the hall. They were dressed in revealing clothes, but there was a trace of uneasiness and uneasiness on their faces. It seemed that they were brought here by a guy who did not have enough background. When that guy was busy dealing with others, these lovely ladies became the abandoned ones.
He smirked, bumped Kevin on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Calm down and comfort them.
"Go and comfort the restless hearts of those girls. Just tell them that you're Butler Alfred's nephew and that you can take them around the castle. Don't play too crazily. Turn on your mobile phone. When you hear my command, go to the car and take down those gadgets, understand?"
Kevin was a little hesitant. He whispered, "I'm here for revenge. I can't …"
"Don't be silly!"
Saber rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "If you want revenge, you have to have your own life. Otherwise, that kind of pressure will crush you. Appropriate relaxation will allow you to enter a better state. Go, first forget the anger that Ed gave you. When you need it, release it. Don't go weak in the legs."
Kevin did not speak anymore. The young man had a kind of trust in Saber. He took a deep breath, held the wine glass, and walked towards the girls with excellent figures. He had a gilded invitation in his pocket. This thing could help him solve a lot of problems.
The banquet had just begun. Saber leisurely walked to the exquisite food, picked up a knife and fork, and skillfully cut it. He then forked a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. He focused on chewing the food. He needed to replenish his energy in advance.
Although he was only wearing cheap casual clothes, Saber had a demeanor when he ate. He was no stranger to this kind of occasion. Many missions were carried out at banquets like this. People came and went, and their identities were very complicated. It was very suitable for some kind of assassination operation.
When he ate the third piece of beef, he was patted on the shoulder. Lucius, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, appeared beside him and looked at him with a smile.
"Good appetite, young man. How's Wayne's chef?"
"Nothing to say!"
Saber stuck out his thumb and shook it. "It's as good as the gadgets they sent!"
"Hehe, come with me when you're done eating. There are some things I have to let you know so that you won't accidentally hurt your allies."
Lucius put the wine glass in his hand aside and reached out to pick up a golden fried prawn and put it in his mouth. He said vaguely, "This banquet is not hosted by Bruce. It's Earl. He intends to use this method to 'demonstrate' to Bruce so that he can tell him who the current leader of Wayne Industries is. By the way, do you know Earl?"
"Eh, why should I know him? A guy who can be dealt with with a bullet is meaningless to me. "
Saber put the last piece of steak in his mouth. "They always think that money and power can buy everything. They decorate their circle of life and try to make themselves look like the king of the world. These big shots never learn. In the face of thugs, these things are meaningless. They are just pigs on the chopping block. They can be killed whenever they want."
He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth with an elegance that didn't match his age. Then, he took a sip of wine. The sweet taste made him frown. He said to Lucius, who had been carefully observing him, "Don't worry about me.
"That's why I hate this kind of place where even wine is full of hypocrisy. Let's go, friend."
A smile appeared on Lucius's lips. "Then follow me, my friend."
The two of them walked out of the hall and crossed a distance on the lawn before finally arriving at the room on the left side of Wayne Castle. It was much quieter here. Lucius placed his hand on the doorsill and turned his head to hand him a mask. He then whispered to Saber, "Don't say too much about Bruce.
"Don't mention Bruce too much. I mean, Batman!"
Saber put the black mask on his face and nodded at him.
The door opened, and there were six people sitting in the small room. Saber only knew Alfred and Gordon. He had never seen the other four, but just from their bearing, these guys were definitely real big shots.
Saber, wearing a mask, walked in and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Alfred stood up and introduced the two parties.
"Everyone, this is the gentleman who provided us with the exact information. For his safety, please forgive him for wearing a mask."
The others nodded, indicating that there was no problem. Afo then introduced Saber.
"This is Gotham's Assistant Mayor Nestor. This is the local National Guard Colonel Thomas. This is the Chief of Police Lauber. These three are responsible for evaluating the information you brought and the actions we can take. Lastly, Chief Gordon and my old friend Battier will sit in."
Among the five of them, only Gordon and Battier nodded at Saber. The other three just looked at him. Saber did not say anything. He casually sat down on the chair. After he sat down, the fat Chief of Police Lauber asked impatiently, "When I heard that a group of people wanted to hear the news, I heard that they were going to attack.
"When I heard that a group of ruffians was coming to attack Gotham, I thought that Butler Ah Fu had too much to drink. In the end, I found out that it was you who told me the news. Then, masked man, tell me, where did you hear about this crazy plan?"
Arrogant, rude, and filled with a mysterious confidence that came from nowhere. This fat man had succeeded in making him want to take out his gun and kill him the moment he saw him. Saber understood Afo and Bruce's difficulties. They wanted to borrow the power of the government to protect Gotham. They did not have the confidence themselves, but look at what kind of teammates they found.
Was Saber the kind of person who would let himself be wronged?
Hearing the fat man's rude question, Saber opened his hands and shrugged. He purposely said in a hoarse voice, "There are many things in this world that you have never seen before, so you think they don't exist. Like an ostrich, you refuse to believe that danger is around you. Do you think that you are the only smart person sitting here, and I am just a piece of trash trying to deceive you?"
He leaned forward and looked into Lauber's sinister eyes. He let out a hoarse laugh. Saber took out his phone.
"Then let's see who's the real idiot."
He flipped the screen over and flashed the black and white symbol in front of the five people. The expressions of the major of the National Guard Army and Alfrey's old friend, Commander Battier, changed drastically, but the other three did not understand the meaning of the symbol at all.
Lauber slammed the table and scolded,
"You stupid kid, I knew you were trying to deceive us. What is that? What kind of cult symbol is that? Are you trying to deceive me with this? I should have put you in jail long ago! "
Bang!
A more violent sound interrupted Lauber's nagging. Saber slammed his fist on the table, making the object on the table shake violently. The others were shocked. They looked at Saber, who tilted his head.
"Who can tell this idiot who doesn't understand the situation to get out? So that we can start the real discussion. "
"You!!"
"That's enough, Mr. Lauber. Please leave!"
Major Thomas put his hand on the fat man's shoulder. His voice was full of undeniable sternness. After involving S.H.I.E.L.D., the major was 80% sure that the news was a fantasy. Although Saber's words were rude, the time really did not allow the stupid Lauber to make a scene here.
The major's action made the mayor's assistant, who was sitting beside him, raise his eyebrows. He was not an idiot. From the major's action, he could tell that the black and white eagle symbol was from some kind of powerful organization.
He thought for a moment and looked at the idiot chief who was still scolding. This guy's relationship with Falconi had tarnished his position. Falconi helped him become the chief of police, and he helped Falconi become the Dark Emperor of Gotham. If he did not know how to use money to pave the way, he would have been eliminated long ago.
But that was the extent of his pitiful intelligence. Mr. Nestor coughed lightly.
"Lauber, you can leave first."
"Mister Nestor, they're just spouting nonsense. Do you really believe that the Saboteurs would attack Gotham? This place is impregnable! I can swear … "
"Enough!"
Nestor raised his voice. He was not interested in listening to Lauber's arrogant speech. He knew better than Lauber what the Gotham Police Department was like. "Please leave! Chief Gordon will continue to represent the Gotham Police Department in this evaluation meeting. "
Sai Bo shrugged. Luckily, there were still a few people who knew what was going on.
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