What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

Chapter 1124 Laughable, don't they appreciate the preciousness of life?

"This time, our operation will not only push Bruce Wayne to the opposite side of the bottom of Gotham City, but also ensure that Batman will never reconcile with the Wayne Enterprises... Of course, most importantly, the money that disappeared from the bank can be split 50/50 among those of us who are really building Gotham City. It's a win-win-win situation."

"Haha, Ruth, you'd better keep your voice down. We're in the Wayne Corporation building right now."

"Oh? Isn't this our safest gathering place?"

A group of so-called elite men and women dressed in expensive suits and tuxedos gathered here, where a meeting was supposed to begin, chaired by Tim Drake, the vice president who now oversees all important matters.

But none of them seemed to care about Tim's lateness. Instead, amidst the clinking of glasses, a turbulent party began in broad daylight.

The person in the center of attention was a short, stocky, middle-aged Black woman.

The fuchsia dress looked terrible on her, making her look like a monkey trying to imitate someone else's clothes.

But none of the people present looked at her with contempt or disgust... at least not outwardly.

In fact, everyone was happy to have a few words with him.

This person is a seasoned financial management expert in Gotham City, and the vast majority of the city's elite are her clients...

Some people didn't even know they had entrusted their services to her; she had connections everywhere.

Her name is Ruth Bradley, a representative of Gotham City's elite and the head of the Gotham City Damage Foundation.

This so-called "Gotham City Damage Foundation" would be more accurately described as the "Batman Settlements Foundation".

Through Batman's superheroic actions in Gotham City, the damage caused in the process of stopping villains is compensated and repaired by the Gotham Damage Foundation.

But in reality, he was leading the elite of Gotham City, taking a cut from every goose that passed by, and happily splitting the profits evenly...

Finally, the profits will be invested in Wayne Group, a sure-fire money-making machine.

So many years...

They have been lurking within Wayne Enterprises, acting as the most vicious bloodsucking worm, gnawing at the lifeline between Wayne Enterprises and Gotham City.

This is why Bruce Wayne formulated so many plans, and why the Wayne Enterprises invested so much money in building cities and improving people's lives...

But in the end, all of it flows back through this method... and you can even make a lot more money.

The city became increasingly dilapidated and impoverished.

“I have to say, Bruce Wayne is an overly idealistic leader. The plans he devised are basically just throwing money at those lowly people…” The man standing in front of Ruth spoke eloquently. “It’s so hypocritical. But thankfully you’re here, so our money can be made to grow in a different way.”

“Wow, Thomas Elliott, if I’m not mistaken, you and our dear Mr. Bruce Wayne have been best friends since childhood, haven’t you?”

“Even if he’s a friend, he’s strayed from his own class to pursue those foolish plans. Doesn’t that give me the right to laugh at him behind his back?” Thomas Elliott chuckled dismissively. “Besides, although we used to be on good terms, I have absolutely no goodwill towards the Wayne family.”

"What? Did you suffer a loss at Old Wayne's hands?"

“No, no, no, Thomas Wayne was a great man, a respectable doctor, and I’ve always considered him one of my role models.” Thomas Elliott shrugged. “But he was also the one who ruined my life… He saved my mother.”

"Ha, that sounds like a perverted story."

"Believe me, this is already considered children's book quality in Gotham."

Thomas Elliott swirled the wine in his glass, inhaling the rich aroma of the vintage, then took a small sip, letting it gradually permeate his entire mouth.

He then flashed a polite smile that was so fake it couldn't be more fake.

The crimson liquid stained his teeth slightly, making him look somewhat eerie.

"However, this time, as long as Batman and Bruce Wayne can confront each other directly, our continued infiltration of Gotham City and the Wayne Enterprises can be completely concealed from the surface."

"This is all thanks to you, Ruth."

Thomas Elliott looked out the window. As the tallest building in Gotham City, the Wayne Enterprises building overlooked the entire city.

His gaze then fell upon Gotham Bank's fourth branch, located several blocks away.

He eagerly awaited the occurrence of something.

“My credit? No, no, no, this is the victory of all the elites in Gotham City.” Ruth shifted her somewhat bloated body, her smile full of ease. “Ever since Batman destroyed the Court of Owls that had been hanging over our heads, the rule of the dark side in Gotham collapsed instantly. By seizing the most chaotic moment of the power transition, we successfully gained the greatest profits and benefits.”

“So, what should we say?” Thomas Elliott glanced at his watch, then walked onto the stage and tapped the microphone lightly. With a series of taps, everyone's attention was drawn to him. “Ladies and gentlemen, the countdown to that destined moment is about to begin! Let's count down together! Ten! Nine! Eight…”

"Seven! Six! Five..." The men loosened their collars, their eyes gleaming with greed.

"Four! Three! Two..." The women straightened their perfectly styled hair, their amorous figures appearing so heartless.

"one!"

As the last number was uttered from everyone's mouths, these men and women, who considered themselves the ruling class of Gotham, raised their glasses in unison and shouted...

"Long live Bruce Wayne!"

Long live Batman!

Long live Gotham!

As cheers erupted, the expected explosion did not occur.

Everyone froze in place.

No one spoke.

After a long while, a man walked up to Thomas Elliott and Ruth Bradley.

"What happened to the explosion you promised...?"

One person spoke up, and everyone immediately surrounded the two of them in the center.

“You promised that Tim Drake would die in the explosion! We can use this to get rid of Selena Kyle, who is relaying our messages, from Wayne Enterprises!”

"And most importantly, once the bank's profits arrive, our combined shareholding will surpass Bruce Wayne's! We'll be able to truly take this juicy piece of meat!"

"but now……"

Nothing happened!

Everyone is questioning whether beneath the guise of elites lies nothing more than a ruthless, insatiable beast.

None of the beasts noticed that the conference hall they were in had been quietly sealed off.

Inside the Wayne Group's system control room.

Lucas Fox took his hands off the keyboard and then pulled his hat over his face.

"It's really interesting that these so-called elites don't understand the preciousness of life?"

"Laughing to death."