Nobody can stop me from drawing cards in Gotham!

Chapter 85 You're right, but cluck cluck cluck

"boom--"

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out, and flames instantly pierced through the ceiling.

This sudden turn of events instantly drew the attention of both the owl-masked man and Oswald.

"Who! Who did this?!" Oswald desperately shielded himself from the explosion with his incredibly strong umbrella, which was practically a shield, cursing as he did so. "Damn it, don't let me catch you, this is my territory! You know how much stuff is here..."

But before he could utter another curse, several more things fell from the ceiling, which had been forcibly blasted open—

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of rapidly exhaling gas echoed in the room, and thick white smoke instantly filled the entire space, severely obstructing the view of everyone inside!

"Actually, you didn't have to do this." Seeing this, Jaeger took advantage of the chaos to press the button on his earpiece and whispered, "I could have escaped using spatial teleportation."

As he spoke, he also raised his hand, maintaining a moderately strong protective spell to block the impact of the explosion and the falling ceiling fragments.

"I know," Batman said. "I'm just trying to create chaos, the bigger the commotion, the better."

"The bigger the commotion gets, the less likely the owner of the Iceberg Club, Oswald Coppert, will be to suppress the situation, and the GCPD will have a reason to investigate the Iceberg Club."

"The business he does here is definitely not clean."

"Furthermore, after I learned that you went with the waiter, I roughly guessed what you were planning to do—although you successfully lured out the owner of the Iceberg Club and the fake employee, it was a bit too risky."

“I know what I'm doing. Don't forget, I'm still a wizard.” Jaeger sighed. “And the good news is, I've also figured out their motive for hiring a fake to kill.”

"So there's no need to waste any more time at the Iceberg Club."

"This chaos is the perfect opportunity for you to leave," Batman said in a deep voice. "You should be able to teleport away directly, right? Then let's meet in the Batmobile in the back alley."

"No problem," Jaeger replied.

After Batman's voice disappeared from the communication channel, Jaeger did not rush to leave.

He thought for a moment, then took out paper and pen from Burke's storage space and quickly wrote something down.

Immediately afterwards, runes flashed in Jaeger's eyes, and he looked intently in a certain direction before revealing a malicious smile.

At the same time, a familiar grayish-white fog rapidly spread around Jaeger, and in the instant the fog field was formed, the burning, eerie blue eyes of the fog raven emerged from it—it was the messenger summoned by Jaeger.

Of course, Jaeger didn't just send out the messenger to replenish the fog used to obscure the view.

He handed the note he had just written to the messenger, instructing him to deliver it to the man of the Court of Owls in a special way.

Only after completing this task did Jaeger use the [Gate], disappearing silently into the increasingly dense fog that had appeared after the messenger's arrival.

......

Five minutes later.

Oswald waved his umbrella, trying to dispel the smoke that had finally mostly dissipated from the room.

As the fog dissipated, he finally saw his ravaged ceiling.

And the office was empty and in a mess, except for himself and the owl-masked man.

As he quickly calculated the potential damage from the explosion, and considering the noise it caused, which would definitely affect the guests at the Iceberg Club and even attract the attention of the GCPD, Oswald's face was filled with utter anger.

But just as he gripped his umbrella, about to unleash a torrent of curses at the damned intruder—

"Coo-coo? Coo-coo-ga-ga?!"

What came out of Oswald's mouth was not profanity, but a series of genuine penguin calls.

Oswald: "...?!"

He stopped abruptly, opening and closing his mouth in terror, squeezing his throat, only to find that every word he tried to utter turned into a comical gurgling sound.

"Goo goo ga ga!" (What the hell did that?!)

Oswald was now absolutely furious.

After all, for Oswald, who always cherishes his reputation and cares a lot about his image in the eyes of his subordinates, what could be more torturous than this!

The other person present, the owl-masked man, remained unmoved by Oswald's current miserable state.

Upon closer inspection, one can even detect an almost eerie fanaticism flickering in her eyes behind the mask.

After all, just now, she had vaguely sensed the aura of a returning deity from the smoke.

The moment she realized this, a ghostly blue flame suddenly ignited in the smoke, and a monster emerged from the mist, tossing a note into her hand before quickly dissolving into nothingness.

This mysterious and bizarre scene made the owl-masked man vaguely think of something, and he almost couldn't contain his excitement.

Sure enough, she thought.

...As expected, that gray-eyed young man surnamed Winchester is none other than His Excellency the Favored One!

No, wait a minute, think about it carefully, Winchester might not even be his real name, it could be fake.

Even that appearance might be a disguise...

But in any case, who else could leave behind such an aura that was so closely related to the gods, and even command such a terrifying and powerful monster to leave a note? Who else could it be but the chosen one of the great Barbatos!

The owl-masked man felt a surge of pride, his mind fast-forwarding to the imminent arrival of a new era for the owl court…

No, I can't stop getting excited if I think about it any longer.

Getting back to the main point, since you left in this way, it must be partly to intimidate them, and partly because you have your own considerations and don't want to expose your deep connection with the Court of Owls so quickly.

After all, the Court of Owls is a "non-existent" organization in Gotham City.

Thinking of this, the owl-masked man glanced at Oswald beside him, his eyes flashing.

"Gugah!" (What are you going to do?)

Oswald sensed something was wrong and, forgetting his own voice, looked warily at the owl-masked man beside him, whose eyes were growing colder.

"Don't worry, you're still useful. I won't kill you so quickly..." the owl-masked man said lightly, his voice sounding strangely unreal. "But you've never seen me before, nor have you ever seen that Winchester from just now..."

At the sound of her voice, Oswald suddenly froze, his gaze behind the monocle becoming unfocused.

When he came to his senses, all he saw was the wrecked office and the ceiling with a hole blown in it, debris still falling down...

As for what just happened—wait, what just happened again?

Oswald narrowed his eyes, puzzled and wary. After thinking for a moment, he walked to the office, pressed a button on the desk, and prepared to ask his subordinates about the situation.

As soon as he opened his mouth:

"Goo goo goo goo...goo goo?!?!"