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Chapter 140, Section 37: Dick Returns to the Scene

Chapter 140, Section 37: Dick Returns to the Scene

Talia was reminded of her father, who had once ruled as a dictator. Lei Xiaogu told the Alliance members: Assassins should not have emotions; assassins are merely killing machines that uphold justice.

And she was one of them.

Talia never saw her mother even once before Melissant passed away.

But ever since the League was destroyed by the Court of Owls, my father has changed a lot.

He began to care about everyone around him, and gave Talia a smile that he had never shown on his tense face before.

She couldn't say whether it was good or bad, but getting used to it and trying to accept it was her final compromise.

Talia began occasionally trying to use the title "father" instead of "leader." Although it felt a little awkward, surprisingly, there wasn't much resistance. Perhaps it was because she hadn't lost the last bit of love she had for this man.

"I understand, Father!"

Talia waved to her apprentice.

"Although the Assassin's Guild is practically defunct, I can't let you run out in your training clothes. Come on! It's time to pick out a proper outfit for you."

Talia led Dick to the other side of the training ground and tapped on two protruding rocks on the wall.

The hidden stone door slowly opened with the sound of hinges, and the dust that rushed in made Dick sneeze.

"This place hasn't been opened for twenty years since that war."

The candles on the table were lit, and their light illuminated the display cases lining both sides of the stone chamber, inside which hung rows of uniform black tattoos.

Below are full-body soft armor and joint protectors, and at the very front of the display case is a long iron cabinet.

Talia casually opened one of them, inside were a hidden blade and a longsword, as well as diamond-shaped darts filled with black burlap sacks.

Dick felt that this place was more like a hall of honor than an equipment room.

Talia's next words confirmed the boy's guess.

"These are the equipment used by the Alliance's top assassins when they were young. They should have been buried with their owners, but unfortunately, most of their bodies have not been recovered."

"Take off your clothes now."

Dick felt slightly uneasy, but still quickly took off his pajamas.

After six months of hard training, his physique has become much more robust. Although he still retains a youthful appearance, the areas where muscles should be bulging have become clearly defined.

Talia looked him up and down, touched her lips, then walked to a cabinet and took out the equipment inside.

"Try soft nails first—"

After a flurry of activity, Dick donned a black assassin's outfit, tied a long sword rope around his waist, and fastened the rope to his mask.

The bodysuit had a certain weight, and when he jumped around a few times, he didn't feel the resistance he had expected. It's no exaggeration to say that the outfit fit him perfectly, as if it had been made for him.

"My judgment was indeed accurate."

Talia nodded in satisfaction, feeling a sense of accomplishment as she watched her apprentice don the assassin's outfit.

She pointed to the cuffs of the garment: "Wearing this garment, you not only represent the Assassin's Guild, but also its previous owner. Don't disgrace your predecessor's honor."

"this?"

Dick revealed the imposing tiger head embroidery on his cuff, which he had noticed while getting dressed.

"Yes, his original owner was Ben Turner, nicknamed 'Bronze Tiger'."

Talia took out the tiger head mask from the cabinet and gently stroked its smooth surface: "He is my brother, to whom I am not related by blood. I have never seen him wear this outfit, but he should have been about your age at the time. Seeing you wearing it today has satisfied my curiosity."

"But I don't want to give you this mask too. You are different individuals, and you don't need to live with his identity on your back."

Talia carefully put the mask back, lowered her head, and gave Dick a cold smile:

"Go forth, young assassin, show the sinners your sharp blade and thunderous hand, and announce the return of the League of Assassins with a swift and fierce storm!"

Two bodyguards stepped forward to protect the head of the household, drawing their pistols and confronting Qin Wei.

In their eyes, the guy in front of them was a strangely dressed madman.

This madman didn't look that strong, yet he could easily lift an adult with one hand and punch through their spine. Even considering Maroni's malnutrition and weakness, the strength this cross-dressing madman displayed was still far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Mr. Cobblestone, please come behind us. This guy is dangerous; leave him to us!"

However, the little penguin recognized Qin Wei by a small piece of his chin under the shattered mask.

"Put down all the guns!"

"But Mr. Cobblestone..."

Oswald suddenly pushed aside his bodyguard, shook off the arm blocking his way, and walked toward Qin Wei with a limp and a cane.

"Hmph! You damned bastard!!!"

As he walked up to Qin Wei, Oswald cursed angrily and suddenly punched him in the stomach.

Oswald put all his strength into that punch.

Boom!

The crisp metallic echo bounced between the narrow walls of the alley, making the two bodyguards behind him tremble with fear.

These two had been following Oswald for a full six months, and they had witnessed firsthand how ruthless this newly crowned gang leader could be. Not to mention how he used a cane to beat an assassin to death, the fact that he returned to Copperfield and shot his two older brothers and an uncle to death in front of nearly a hundred people was enough to amaze them.

But things are different now. The other party looks like a ruthless madman. At this critical moment, hitting and cursing him is just courting death.

Then, under the tense gaze of the bodyguards, the two of them actually formed a hand seal on the spot, and then held hands and hugged each other.

"Mr. Cobblestone has quite a wide circle of friends, huh?"

The two looked at each other and gave an awkward smile.

The mission was urgent, and Qin Wei only had time to exchange a few pleasantries with Oswald. However, he had a lot of doubts in his mind. Moreover, the other party's temperament had changed too much in half a year. His every move was so calm and composed that it was unfamiliar to him.

Oswald's expression, in particular, is striking. The little penguin of the past rarely had eyebrows, but now every wrinkle on his face seems to convey a deep sense of worry.

Qin Wei planned to ask him what he had gone through in his family after this matter was over.

Selena also sent word from the hospital that Harvey was alright. After an injection of Demerol, the strong man finally fell into a deep sleep. As for which part of the skin to use for the subsequent skin graft surgery, Harvey would have to choose for himself after he woke up.

Qin Wei breathed a sigh of relief but did not let his guard down. He asked Selena to help tie Harvey's hands and feet to the bed and told Oswald to send people to guard the hospital and not let anyone enter Harvey's room.

Although it's unclear what the Joker's next move will be, he has to make sure that this Harvey Dent doesn't end up like the plot of Nolan's Dark Knight.

Qin Wei knew very well that he was already stuck in a quagmire with no way to turn back. Now that Gordon was wanted, if Harvey was also bewitched and fell into depravity, then Gotham would completely fall into the abyss of collapse.