Me, Bat, and Green Arrow

Chapter 7 Me, Bat, and Green Arrow

"Allen, this mission is very important. This is the funding the organization has allocated to you."

Lei Xiao Aug took out a wad of US dollars from his pocket, pulled out three bills and placed them on the table, then pointed out two more and said, "The extra two hundred is my personal donation. I hope you won't treat yourself badly."

"Don't worry, boss. I once chopped my way from Penglai East Road all the way to Nantianmen, and my eyes never got dry."

Allen made a solemn promise, repeatedly counting the five hundred-dollar bills in his hand.

Lei Xiao Augu nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself that as long as he maintained his strength, he had no reason to worry about the other three forces not hunting him down.

Once the matter was explained, the three were immediately put on a helicopter and taken the next available flight to America.

As soon as the jinx left, a celebratory banquet was held at the base.

Everyone enjoyed the normal food with relish.

puff…

Pfft...

Puff puff puff...

……

"What happened?"

Lei Xiao Augu felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and realized that there must be something wrong with the food.

But Allen has already set off, and the dishes were prepared by the chef himself, so how could there be any problems?

Chelsea went into the kitchen first, examining the many seasonings and herbs that were always by his side; he could tell the key ingredients just by smelling them.

Quickly locate a bag of yellowish-brown powdered seasoning.

This is croton oil powder!

He even found a note in the bag.

"No one's been triggering the mechanism in the restroom lately; everyone must be constipated. It's driving me crazy."

"Everyone, please don't go to the toilet!"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

On this day, the base was filled with continuous wails, mingled with the aroma that filled the room.

……

At this moment, on a long-haul passenger plane.

There were three seats side by side, with Allen in the middle, his intelligent eyes darting around.

"Bat, Green Arrow, it's nice to meet you."

Allen crossed his arms and gestured for them to shake hands.

Very ill.

Why can't you just extend your hand normally? Why do you have to reach your left hand to the right and your right hand to the left to shake hands? Don't you find that troublesome?

"Bruce Wayne."

Oliver Quinn.

The two were too lazy to argue about how to address each other. It was clear that Allen was extraordinary and no ordinary person. Their overly enthusiastic behavior might make their journey unsettling.

Out of goodwill, Bruce said, "Allen, wait until America leaves. The Ninja Master wants to take this opportunity to get rid of you."

Bruce joined the League of Assassins to learn skills, not because he believed in so-called justice.

Only by joining the darkness, becoming the darkness itself, can the darkness be defeated.

Similarly, Oliver was unwilling to see Allen killed innocently.

Based on what I heard at the base, Allen was just playing a prank and did not do anything to endanger anyone's life.

Moreover, one should understand that someone may be mentally unstable.

In fact, Bruce and Oliver knew each other.

The Wayne Group and the Quinn Group are both top-tier entities in high society, and they even have business dealings with each other, making it easy for them to access each other's information.

Having similar family backgrounds and having trained together in the Assassin's Guild, the two were willing to entrust their future to each other.

"How could the boss betray me? It should be me who abandoned the darkness and turned to the light."

Allen suddenly realized and said, "Bat, are you jealous of the boss's trust in me and want to take the opportunity to climb the ranks? You're such a green tea b*tch."

"Wrigley's Spearmint gum, isn't that right?"

Allen turned to look at Oliver.

Oliver silently closed his eyes.

It's hard to persuade a damn fool with kind words.

Bruce was exhausted and left it to its own devices.

A short while later, a flight attendant came over with a food cart and asked with a professional smile, "Sir, what kind of tea would you like?"

Allen said, "A Coke, with ice, but no Coke, please."

"..."

Pennsylvania.

Philadelphia.

As soon as I got off the plane, I took a taxi directly to the meeting place.

Chen's Sichuan Restaurant.

As soon as they got out of the car, the three of them stared at the somewhat dilapidated shop and fell into a doubtful silence.

"Did we come to the wrong place? It's not even as high-level as the negotiations between Hung Hing and Tung Sing," Allen couldn't help but complain.

"Pay up, you bitch."

At this point, the taxi driver shouted impatiently.

The driver had already reached into the glove compartment, wanting to dine for free. They wouldn't mind giving them a few peanuts as a token of equality.

"Keep the change, please."

Allen casually took out a banknote.

The Black driver was taken aback when he saw this, then casually took it and sped away.

"How much did you pay?"

Bruce gave a reminder.

Allen took out the remaining money, which was only four hundred US dollars, and replied, "I gave you one hundred."

"The fare is twenty-three dollars," Oliver added.

Instantly, Allen's mind, which was not good at calculations, started working frantically, and he came to the conclusion that the amount given was far too much.

He immediately put down his suitcase and chased after the taxi.

"Come back and give me my change!"

However, Allen returned dejectedly after a short while, clearly having failed to recover the money.

"How is it?" Bruce asked deliberately.

They suddenly understood the members of the snow mountain base a little better; they were so noisy along the way that sometimes they really wanted to strangle them.

But seeing Allen get his comeuppance made me feel really good.

"We caught up with them."

Allen said with a somber expression, "I've realized I followed the wrong car."

"..."

Entering the Sichuan restaurant, the three sat down and waited for the waiter to come up and give them the secret signal.

After all, the restaurant was just a cover-up; the place was actually a meeting point for various factions.

Allen took out a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and lowered his voice, saying, "Wait a minute, watch my eyes."

Look at you, you meteor hammer!

Can't you be normal?

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

The waiter came over with the menu.

This is a liaison point run by the Hand; assassins are everywhere, from the kitchen to the front of house.

It was clear from the moment the three entered that they were not ordinary people.

With steady steps and even breathing, the unique spirit and energy of a martial artist cannot be hidden from his peers.

Of course, Allen's situation is still pending; he seems abnormal both inside and out.

It might be due to a deviation from the proper methods of cultivation.

"The earth shakes the high hills, and the streams and mountains are eternally beautiful."

Allen uttered the code and looked expectantly at the waiter for a response.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

The waiter was completely confused and checked again.

Allen scratched his head in frustration and said, "The code is correct, but you shouldn't have said 'facing the sea, the Three Rivers flow for ten thousand years.'"

If the code doesn't match, the waiter prepares to recommend dishes as if they were regular customers.

"The shadows of dawn."

At this moment, Bruce uttered the correct code.

During his travels in the East, he read a martial arts novel in which the secret code used by the Heaven and Earth Society was exactly the same as that described by Allen.

"Gentlemen, please go to the private room on the second floor."

"Shadow Dawn" is a secret code exclusive to the Assassin's Guild.

Among the four factions, the Assassin Alliance ranks first, which naturally makes the waiter take it very seriously.

However, the three representatives were clearly led by Allen, and their words and actions were somewhat unusual, making it hard to understand what the Ninja Master's intentions were.

As the waiter led the three into a secret meeting room, he took his leave and informed the other three representatives to attend the meeting.

Meanwhile, Bruce and Oliver, keeping their heads up, are no ordinary people who can cooperate with the League of Assassins.

(End of this chapter)