SWWW Chapter 238: The Plan Against Supergirl
"What are you yelling for? Afraid they won't hear you?"
"If they hear us, then we all run!"
"Hmph! I'm just voicing my opinion! I believe everyone here thinks the same!"
"..."
In a Gotham underground bar that required a secret code to enter, a group of men and women were arguing fiercely.
When a silver-haired youth stepped inside, the whole bar fell silent. Everyone turned their eyes on him.
"Who's this?"
"Never seen him before."
"So young… does Gotham even have someone like him?"
"Somebody should kill him. Can't let our plans leak out."
"Heh heh…"
Doubt, sneers, killing intent—it was as natural for them to discuss murder as others would talk about dinner. The bloodlust was thick in the air.
At the slightest disagreement, violence was always ready to erupt.
The sound of guns cocking echoed through the room.
The silver-haired youth stopped at the doorway, feeling as though he had just walked into a den of wolves.
"Fufufu…"
A woman's laugh suddenly rang out from behind the bar, easing the tense atmosphere.
The silver-haired boy, Xi Nian's expression remained calm as he looked over. At the counter stood a stunning woman with fiery red hair, wearing a green dress.
The red hair and green attire might have resembled Mera of Atlantis, but her aura was entirely different.
If Mera was a proud and cold mermaid queen, then this woman was more like a spirit of the forest—fallen and corrupt.
Her crimson hair tumbled down her shoulders in waves, framing a dangerously alluring face. The strapless green corset dress looked more like bedroom silk than proper clothing, barely covering the essentials and revealing stretches of flawless white skin.
Under the bar's dim light, her figure swayed tantalizingly beneath the sheer fabric.
"Well, handsome, what are you here for?"
The green-dressed woman licked her crimson lips and said with sultry charm, "If you don't tell me, I'll kill you myself. But don't worry, I'll make sure you die… very comfortably."
Her voice was honeyed poison, dripping with temptation.
Xi Nian simply asked in return, "Everyone here came for the same reason, didn't they? What else could I be here for?"
"Ha! You?" someone in the bar scoffed.
Xi Nian smiled faintly. "If any of you could take down Superman alone, you would've done it already. Why waste your time sitting here talking?"
"You…!" the man choked in anger.
But others nodded. "He's right. Alone, none of us can do it. Together, maybe. Anyone willing to stand against him should be welcomed."
Still, suspicion lingered. "He's too young. And a stranger…"
"How about this?" the green-dressed woman glanced around with a smile. "Let me test him."
"Fine. If Poison Ivy handles it, I trust her."
"That works."
"Interesting…"
The bar stirred with excitement.
"How do you want to test me?" Xi Nian asked, looking at Poison Ivy.
"Simple."
She set a small glass on the counter, poured in a faintly glowing green liquid, and slid it toward him with a teasing grin. "Drink this."
The liquid shimmered under the lights, an ominous shade of green.
"Ha, even I wouldn't dare drink Ivy's brew."
"Kid, if you drink that, we'll accept you."
"Careful, your guts might melt out."
The crowd murmured, half mocking, half curious.
But before they could say more, Xi Nian strode forward, picked up the glass, and downed it in one gulp.
"Done." He turned the glass upside down. Not a single drop remained.
"Good."
Poison Ivy's smile deepened as she gave him a wink. "From now on, this guy's under my protection. Anyone touches him, they answer to me."
The patrons immediately quieted.
To them, Poison Ivy was no mere seductress. She was venom wrapped in beauty, thorns hidden under roses.
With her guarantee, the silver-haired youth earned a place in the bar. He sat down in a corner seat, treating the whole incident as nothing more than a small distraction.
"Now then, back to the main topic," a bearded man said grimly. "The plan against Supergirl."
That's right.
Everyone present tonight was one of Gotham's worst criminals. Whoever had organized the gathering didn't matter. What mattered was their common purpose.
Because in Gotham, there was no room for someone that powerful to exist.
The truth was—
For over a decade, thanks to Batman, Gotham had maintained a fragile balance between good and evil.
Batman was strong, yes, but he had limits. He was still human. He had to rest, he had to sleep.
For example, when Batman appeared in the east side of Gotham to stop crime, criminals in the west side could breathe a little easier.
But this logic didn't apply to Supergirl.
One moment she'd be in the east. The next moment, she'd be in the west—ripping apart your weapons and leveling your entire base before you even realized she was there.
For criminals, a hero like her was nothing less than a walking bug in the system. The usual tricks and schemes they played with Batman were utterly useless.
"People are already calling her a goddess on Earth. So tell me—how do you hurt a god?"
"That's what we're here to figure out."
"Against someone like her, modern weapons are worthless."
"Damn it, who would've thought another Kryptonian would appear?!"
In the corner, Xi Nian—disguised by magic as the silver-haired youth—listened with curiosity.
Hearing them wrack their brains, he almost thought Supergirl was the real villain here.
It was through Alice, his AI at home, that he had learned from the dark web about this meeting: a secret gathering in Gotham tonight to draft a plan against Supergirl, open to all comers.
Naturally, he'd been "interested" enough to join in.
"Jarro, patch me through to Alice at home. I want everyone here identified," Xi Nian whispered in thought, connecting through the split-off jellyfish clone he carried.
Just then—
The door to the bar opened.
Another figure entered, come to join the plan.
Xi Nian looked up—and his eyes narrowed.
A familiar face.
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