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“He told me, but it was a lie.”

Xu Fu leaned back in his chair, his gaze lowered, a faint hint of murderous intent emanating from his eyes. "Mr. March, I don't want to be fooled a second time."

Lincoln March tilted his head and grinned: "This coward actually dared to lie to you, hahaha!!"

"It's absolutely ridiculous."

Xu Fu opened his desk drawer, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a long drag, and waited for the laughter to subside before saying unhurriedly, "Lying comes at a price. How long do you think he'll keep it up: one minute, two minutes, or three minutes?"

"In my opinion, five minutes is the limit; in another five minutes, I will have a real answer, and you will have lost the bargaining chip."

Lincoln March immediately fell silent and said in a deep voice

"What did he say?"

"There are many things: the origins and history of the court, its membership list, the secret passage on the second floor, the seventh exit known only to the interrogators, and so on. Oh, and you too."

Xu Fu flicked his cigarette ash, his eyes filled with a meaningful expression, and said...

"They lied to you. From the day you were born until today, they have raised you as Bruce Wayne's dead brother, with the aim that one day you would inherit the Wayne family's vast business and take the Court of Owls to a higher level. In reality, you have no blood relation to the Wayne family."

“You are nothing but an unwanted orphan, a substitute picked up from an orphanage. Your life is a lie, and you have no reason to exist.”

"Lies, you're lying."

Lincoln March grimaced and continued tearing at the chains.

"Alright, Mr. March, stop pretending to be angry. Even if you're incredibly lucky, you can't break free of these chains. You're no match for me. Tell me the true location of the amber gold."

After a long silence, Xu Fu shook his head helplessly and said...

"I don't want to do this, but you have to force me."

The words had barely left his lips when Xu Fu suddenly erupted, grabbing him by the neck and dragging him towards himself. Green flames burned in his eyes, and a terrifying power emanating from the depths of his soul instantly shattered Lincoln March's will. That one shout...

· ·Requesting flowers····· ······

"Tell me, where is the amber gold?"

The chilling voice seemed to come from hell. Lincoln March's eyes widened. In that moment, he saw death. His mind and body, dominated by fear, could not resist and could only slowly sink into the green flames.

"The owl sculpture, the owl sculpture is in the secret warehouse, the amber and gold are underneath."

"Just down there?"

Xu Fu frowned nervously: "Not in the womb?"

“The belly is fake. Sean wanted to trade the thug for amber and gold, but I disagreed and traded it for something real.”

"In other words, the crystal bottles are all filled with fakes."

"It's not all fake; a small amount of amber gold with poor properties was stuffed in."

Lincoln-March arrived late to speak, his eyes vacant and unfocused, like a controlled puppet.

..... . ...

"You did a great job!"

Xu Fu was truly exasperated by these two idiots; they both held considerable power, yet they were still secretly vying for it.

"Since you want to fight, then go fight in hell."

A ball of green flame burst forth from his palm. With a sudden tug, he drew out a faint shadow, which, after being clenched into five fingers, turned to ashes in the green flame.

Lincoln March died, and died silently.

Xu Fu left the room, returned to the secret warehouse, lifted the owl sculpture, and took out a real "crystal bottle".

Looking at the liquid in the bottle, he let out a heavy sigh.

"It wasn't easy to win you over."

Just then, Ava's voice rang in his ears.

“Young master, you have something to tell me: Ms. Gordon is in the underground labyrinth.”

Xu Fu was taken aback: "Is she here too?"

"Yes, his condition is very serious. He has many wounds on his body, obviously from the fight with the Claws. He has fallen into a deep coma due to excessive blood loss."

"That woman..."

Xu Fu sighed, put away the wine bottle, walked into the corridor, explained to Dio, and then walked alone towards the south exit.

After he left, Dio led the still-shaken Cohen Delk into the room where the red-skinned judge was being interrogated.

"Young Master asked me to tell you something."

Delk said in a low voice, "What...what is it? Does the master have new orders?"

Dio shook his head and plunged the knife into Delke's heart....

"I'm sorry." (Yi)

Chapter 1334 The Faithful Servant

When the shadow of the demon descended to the ground, the world changed.

The birds clenched their wings, the beetles stopped chirping, and the flying insects and animals huddled in their nests, trembling. The entire forest fell into a deathly silence.

The magic circle seemed to come alive: blood flowed into the soil, seeping lower and lower, emitting a scorching, sulfurous odor.

"The Demon Swap requires a Balancer."

The whispering voice seemed to come from another time and space, ancient and profound, indiscriminate in gender, yet capable of penetrating the soul.

“Sioburn, my faithful servant, you must pay the price.”

"but..."

Siwon raised his head, then quickly lowered it again: "My request is an ancient book. For you, my master, I will find it for you."

Hohohohoho!!

The ghost let out a sinister laugh, slowly dissipating into nothingness, leaving only a pair of eerie purple pupils and a single sentence.

"August 13th" "Your blood hangs on another scale, Theoborn McDougall, my loyal servant, exchange the demonic blood of the McDougall family for what you want."

Theoborn knelt on the ground, remaining kneeling there for a long time without raising his eyes, until the moon rose, the birds resumed singing, and the head nailed to the stake was reduced to a skeleton, while the wolf's liver and lungs turned to ashes.

"Old woman!"

Theoborn gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the ground. A terrifying force exploded the ground, creating a huge shockwave and dust. The altar and magic circle were buried, and the headless corpse of the raider flew far away and fell into the grass.

“Father is right. This demon is no good. Perhaps she planned all of this the moment I fell into hell.”

"hateful!"

“Clonai, you deserve to die, as do Kahn and Bevan, it’s all because of you.”

Theoborn continued to curse in her heart, but dared not utter a sound. She had had enough of it all, enough of her family, enough of the devil, enough of her hateful uncle and brother...

"No, I cannot carry on the family line."

Sborn gritted his teeth, but a look of hesitation appeared in his eyes.

In fact, she had no other choice.

The silver banshee's curse is growing stronger, and soon she will lose her humanity and become a puppet that obeys the demon. At that time, will bloodline still matter?

...

If the DC universe is likened to a celestial realm, then Gotham City is a place overrun by demons.

Gotham is a land of demons. Gotham is a land of talent, and its circus is among the best.

As a circus that is gradually gaining fame, the Strange Circus is always warmly welcomed by the lower and middle classes whenever it comes to a new place.

Unlike other circuses, the owner of this circus doesn't seem to be concerned with making money. He uses the money he receives to buy food and distribute it to homeless people wherever he goes.

As time went on, the circus became more and more famous, which attracted the attention of the police.

After the tour ended, the Circus Strange returned to Gotham City to prepare for their final performance and say goodbye to 2004.

After the news spread, it attracted widespread attention from the lower classes, and some media outlets also took the initiative to publicize it.

On opening day, the circus was packed with people, including homeless people and the homeless from the neighborhood who gathered to watch the show and eat free pork burgers.

Among them were plainclothes police officers and several FBI agents, who were not there for the free food, but for the increasingly tense missing persons cases.

The target was reportedly a bizarre circus that reportedly caused disappearances every time it performed in a certain location. Initially, the police didn't pay much attention, since the missing persons were all homeless people—who would care about homeless people?

As time went on, the disappearances became more and more frequent, and even if they wanted to, they couldn't control them anymore.

The noisy circus was packed with people, some of whom were sitting on the ground. Since most of the people there were homeless, the air was filled with a suffocating, sour smell.

Sheriff Belon, who was in charge of the case, was smoking in a corner, his expression revealing his frustration. He had thought it would be a case that could be solved easily, but after so much time, there was still no clue.

To file a case, you need evidence. If you can't find the missing person, you can't convict them. Suspicion alone isn't enough.

An undercover policeman walked over, carrying two pork hamburgers.

"Captain, why don't you try this? It's pretty good."

Peron shook his head, glanced at the warehouse next door, and said again...