Night Owl put his power armor back on, pulled out the dagger that had pierced Superwoman's heart – a crack had already appeared on it – and then stabbed Superwoman's right back.
Unlike Batman, Batman's plans were all primarily focused on subduing opponents, and these were kept in a secret room before the situation got out of control.
Night Owl's, however, were all lethal and carried with him at all times. Looking at the woman who had once worked with him and even slept in the same bed, Night Owl uncharacteristically explained kindly.
"The War God's Blade was just shattered by you and thrown into a volcano, but it was still relatively intact. It cost me a great deal to find it and put it back together, but unfortunately, it can only be used a few times."
"As for why I'm killing you, you're too late. I have already submitted to the other party. Thank you for your Lasso of Submission, I will make good use of it."
Superwoman let out a bitter laugh. She hadn't expected to die by Night Owl's hand. She still had one last question in her heart.
"He, he... what did he give you?"
Night Owl lacked nothing – power, wisdom, wealth, status – so why would he submit to the other party?
"A Solar System. Are you satisfied with that answer?"
A Solar System?!
On her deathbed, Superwoman remembered the glass jar Night Owl had brought back with him.
Turning her head to look, her five senses were unprecedentedly strong in her final moments; she even saw the microscopic world.
A Solar System was in the glass jar. She even saw animals on another Earth inside.
"Truly an offer that couldn't be refused."
Superwoman's body slid off the blade and fell to the ground.
Night Owl bent down to wipe the blood from the War God's Blade. His cold pupils were reflected on the metal surface.
He let out a light chuckle at Superwoman's gradually cooling corpse.
"Louise, the strongest bond in this World has never been blood ties, nor checks and balances, but absolute interest."
"Alfred, take care of her body and bury her in the Wayne family cemetery. She is worthy of that."
A middle-aged man in a butler's uniform walked out from behind. His eyes held a sinister look.
"Yes, Young Master Wayne!"
---
The next day.
Metropolis Central Venue. A statue of Super Tyrant was placed here, but his face had been replaced with Qinuo's.
Vehicles and planes from all over the World came here.
Less than 12 hours was really rushed, but fortunately, the members of the Syndicate were not ordinary people.
Those with connections asked Johnny Quick for help to be transported, while those without connections relied on their own abilities, either by plane or car, or by directly flying over while carrying a missile.
Although they all arrived successfully, everyone looked disheveled, carrying more or less traces of fatigue and embarrassment, and their eyes were filled with suppressed resentment.
But not a single person dared to be absent from this assembly. After all, no one dared to ignore Super Tyrant's command, unless he truly wanted to die.
When the last aircraft carrying members of the Crime Syndicate slowly landed in Metropolis Central Square, thousands of people had already gathered below the stage.
Although in reality, there were only about 50 people from the Crime Syndicate, these people already had their own subordinates.
On the high platform, only Johnny Quick, Deathstorm, and Night Owl were present at the moment.
"That waste dares to be late for this kind of occasion."
Johnny Quick was full of impatience. Super Tyrant was one thing, but how dare that coward, Power Ring?
At this moment, a black figure descended from the sky, with his back to the three.
He wore a black, tight-fitting battle suit that clung to his body's lines, revealing his muscular physique from behind.
There were green decorative lines on the clothes, outlining the shoulders, arms, and legs, making the overall look more striking.
Shoulder pads connected to a black cape, which looked very dashing as it fluttered in the wind.
"Sorry, I'm late."
The person slowly turned around. It was Power Ring.
"You... are you really Power Ring?"
Johnny was a little disbelieving for a moment. The face was right, but the expression wasn't like him.
His facial expression was serious and cold, and his eyes revealed a powerful aura and firm determination.
In the past, his eyebrows were always drooping; now, his eyebrows were thick and upturned, giving a sense of majesty.
"It's me, Johnny, but I've changed my name now. You can call me Emerald Knight."
Power Ring... no, now Emerald Knight, looked directly into Johnny Quick's eyes without any evasion.
Johnny Quick was the first to avert his gaze. That look reminded him of the look in the eyes of the Police before he got his powers, but he quickly became enraged out of embarrassment.
He had been intimidated by Power Ring.
Electric light suddenly crackled around Johnny Quick. He raised his hand and smashed it towards the guy in front of him.
"Changing your name makes you tough? Don't think that changing your skin—"
"Stop."
Night Owl's low voice sounded. Following Night Owl's command, Johnny Quick immediately stopped, his fist less than 5 centimeters from Emerald Knight's face.
Slowly lowering his head, a green energy blade was pressed against his abdomen. If he had struck just now, his body would also have been pierced.
"Hmph!"
Johnny Quick also let out a cold snort and returned to his original position in the line.
Emerald Knight also retracted his blade and stood beside Deathstorm, facing the scrutinizing gazes of the Crime Syndicate members below the stage without changing his expression.
"You've changed rings, Emerald Knight, but it's no different from before. Without a ring, you can't do anything."
Deathstorm looked down at Emerald Knight's Demon Ring. Did this ring change him?
Emerald Knight turned his head expressionlessly and said coldly.
"What about you? You only gained power by merging with a corpse. Without that corpse, you are nothing, and how long has it been since you tasted food?"
The flames on Deathstorm's head burned fiercely.
The atmosphere, which had just eased, became incredibly oppressive again, like the calm before a storm.
Johnny Quick, meanwhile, watched with the attitude of enjoying a good show, waiting to see how the conflict would develop, while Night Owl stood silently to the side, no longer speaking.
The members of the Crime Syndicate below the stage were just short of fanning the flames. Fight, they thought, preferably until one was dead, so they would also have a chance to climb up.
---
A room appeared deep within Emerald Knight's consciousness.
Hal sat in front of the computer, holding his head and wailing.
"What should I do, Carol? I chose wrong just now!"
In fact, he hadn't; he just regretted it.
[It's okay, no matter what option you choose, I have a corresponding plan.]
Hal breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the game interface on the computer. The screen showed the Metropolis Central Venue, but in a cartoon version.
On the interface next to it were various dialogue options.
Under such a filter, Johnny Quick and Deathstorm, whom he had always felt afraid of, now seemed somewhat cute.
And the character Hal controlled was himself. By adding a layer of game filter to reduce his fear of others, he was gradually increasing the game's realism, until finally, Emerald Knight would be Hal.
"Carol, what's your plan?"
[Have a fight and let them see the power of Emerald Knight.]
"What?! But what if I get hurt? I'm very afraid of pain."
As soon as battle was mentioned, Hal wanted to avoid it.
[Hal, all the pain is being endured by Emerald Knight, just like playing a game.]
"A game, right, this is just a game, it won't hurt."
Hal kept muttering to himself, as if cheering himself on. His hand slowly reached towards the keyboard, and a trace of firm light gradually ignited in his eyes.
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