Kara was a bit lost. Everything she had encountered since leaving that Base was clear-cut: justice was justice, and evil was evil.
No one had ever laid these bare before her.
"Karl, is what he said true?"
Kara asked.
"It's true, but he missed one thing. The strong make the rules, and in this World, we are the strongest."
Qinuo looked at Johnny Quick.
"Johnny, I'm giving You a task. The day after tomorrow, summon all the members of the World's Crime Syndicate to gather. If they don't come, I'll consider them dead."
"Few have the guts to refuse Your order, but Super Tyrant, what do You want to do?"
Johnny Quick asked curiously.
"Transform this World into a state that pleases me."
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Gotham City.
Night Owl returned to his eyrie, his private territory filled with various high-tech equipment and dangerous decorations, and casually put down the glass jar in his hand.
Without the technology to control the size of matter, this was indeed a toy. However, it did pique Night Owl's interest in studying Atom Eve.
"What did Super Tyrant tell You? Little Thomas."
A voice as enchanting and sexy as a nightingale's sounded behind him, carrying a hint of ambiguity and temptation in its tone.
"Call me Night Owl, Superwoman."
Night Owl calmly turned his head, looking at the dangerous yet beautiful woman behind him.
"How disheartening, after accompanying You for so long, this is how You address me."
Superwoman walked with light steps, slowly coming to Night Owl's side. Her fingers gently rested on Night Owl's shoulder, sliding slowly like a feather, and she said with a charming smile:
"You should call me Louise."
Despite the barrier of the power armor, Night Owl genuinely felt the sensation of his body being gently stroked by her fingertips.
Night Owl raised his hand and swatted away the hand on his shoulder. He knew this was the power of magic. Usually, he wouldn't mind venting a little on this woman, but not now.
"What do You want from me? Superwoman, I'm very busy right now."
Seeing Night Owl was so insensitive, Superwoman put down her hand, and her expression became serious.
"Help me control Super Tyrant."
"Why? Your Lasso of Submission is useless against him."
"Against the previous Super Tyrant, but not necessarily against the current Super Tyrant. Others don't dare to speculate much because of Super Tyrant's power, but You should have also noticed that he is not the real Super Tyrant."
"So what if he isn't? The fact that he could kill Super Tyrant proves he has that power. You wouldn't want to avenge the real Super Tyrant, would You?"
"Avenge? You're thinking too much. I just want him to become my slave. Think about it, his power, Your intellect. As long as You help me, the Crime Syndicate can completely rule the World."
The Fire of burning ambition blazed in Superwoman's eyes, as if she could already see herself standing at the pinnacle of the World.
Night Owl pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"I can help You, but how can I trust that after You control that guy, You won't control me too? Don't talk about things like love; there's only mutual benefit between us."
The smile Superwoman had just shown gradually disappeared. She did indeed have that intention.
"Then how can I make You believe I won't harm You? For example..."
Superwoman grabbed Night Owl's hand and placed it on her lower abdomen.
"For example, I could have a child for You, and let him (or her) become the bond of trust between us."
"A child?"
Night Owl let out a disdainful sneer and shook off her hand.
"Have You forgotten my history? I killed my own parents and brother to become Night Owl."
"Then what do You want?!"
Superwoman was furious and embarrassed, but there was nothing she could do. Without Night Owl's plan, she couldn't tame that fake Super Tyrant.
"Let me become a user of the Lasso of Submission. After taming that Super Tyrant, I can also command him. I know Your amazing magic can do that."
Night Owl's demand made Superwoman hesitate.
The Lasso of Submission was her most important tool for control and rule.
The Lasso of Submission could make those bound by it obey Superwoman's will.
She could use this characteristic to control others to do her bidding, solidify her position within the Crime Syndicate, and also make resistors submit during the conquest of the World, making it an important tool for realizing her ambition of rule.
But if the usage rights were given to others, her absolute obedience would no longer be absolute.
"If You're unwilling, then give up on this idea. Anyway, even if that Super Tyrant is fake, it doesn't affect me at all."
Night Owl turned around and started getting busy. He was indeed very busy.
"...I agree, but the right to use the Lasso of Submission must still be mine."
Superwoman thought long and hard and came up with a compromise. She neither wanted to give up the chance to rule the World nor did she want to lose her dominance over the Lasso of Submission.
"Alright."
The corner of Night Owl's mouth, turned away, curled up, but it disappeared instantly.
After a mysterious transmission of consciousness, the Lasso of Submission in Night Owl's hand also lit up with a golden light, a sign that it could be used.
He had always been very curious about the power of this Lasso of Submission.
Superwoman let out a soft murmur, reached out and grabbed Night Owl's chin, gently lifted his head, forcing him to look her in the eye.
At the same time, her clothes slipped off silently, revealing her perfect body.
Night Owl placed the Lasso of Truth in his hand on a nearby table. His power armor hissed with steam, and a slit opened up from the back.
Little Thomas Wayne walked out from inside. This was his weakest moment, but in Superwoman's eyes, it was a sign of his trust in her.
Just as Superwoman was about to have a sleepless night with Night Owl.
Splat!
A dull sound broke the ambiguous atmosphere. Superwoman's eyes widened in disbelief, and she slowly lowered her head. She saw a black dagger piercing through her beautiful flesh from behind. Blood continuously flowed down the blade, staining her fair skin red.
From behind, the power armor, without a user, activated on its own. A black dagger shot out from the arm and was already fully embedded in Superwoman's body.
"War, War God's Blade! I should have destroyed it. Why?"
Blood continuously gushed from Superwoman's mouth, and her previously infinite divine power was also draining away. The 'why' she asked wasn't just about where Night Owl found it, but also why he killed her.
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