Gino pushed open the heavy, aged stone door.
It led to a deep, pit-like pool that was the size of a living room.
Inside, it held a transparent, colorless, yet shimmering liquid, like the Milky Way.
"What is this?"
Not only Talia, but also the assassins she brought with her, looked surprised.
"Amber Gold."
Gino looked at the pool. He walked forward and gently scooped up a handful; the colorless, tasteless water flowed through his fingers and returned to the pool.
"What does it do?" Talia's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Extends lifespan," Gino explained simply, describing the effect of the Amber Gold.
Of course, it wasn't that simple. Gino remembered that if this stuff, along with four other metals, were gathered on a certain "Child of Destiny," it could be used to summon the "Shenlong" Barbatos.
Of course, that Dragon God certainly wouldn't grant you three wishes. Instead, it would turn people into twisted, insane, dark creatures.
"Leave some ninjas. Transport this stuff away," Gino instructed Talia. Looking at the eager woman, he spoke in a detached tone, "You can take a small barrel. The rest is mine."
Talia pursed her lips, and could only gesture for her assassins to find containers and fill them with the Amber Gold.
There was no other option. Their levels of power were not on the same plane, and she had no right to protest.
The two of them left the room filled with Amber Gold, and opened another stone door.
"A library?"
Gino looked at the dazzling array of books, a flicker of interest on his face.
The room was the size of a living room, and three bookshelves lined the walls, crammed with countless books.
Gino gently scanned the room with his eyes.
His gaze swept over the books, seeing through their surface. Most of them were records of the Court of Owls' assassinations and meeting minutes.
He walked towards the highest bookshelf.
Gino took down a heavy book from the top.
He blew away the thick layer of dust on the cover.
Talia sneered, watching Gino flip through the book. She mocked, "I didn't expect you to be interested in reading."
"Reading makes me happy," Gino quipped, then flipped the book to page eighty-five.
"The Court of Owls assassinated Alan Wayne in 1922."
"Alan Wayne of the Wayne Family, Bruce's great-great-grandfather."
Gino stroked his chin. The Court of Owls and the Wayne Family's history of love and hate went way back.
Gino continued to read the book, quickly finding more clues.
"Utilized the 'Alan Wayne Foundation' to establish twenty-one 'Owl Nests' in Gotham City."
The so-called Alan Wayne Foundation was for young architects and to promote the construction of high-rise buildings in Gotham City.
Gino flipped through the document, sighing inwardly at how the Court of Owls operated.
Over the past 150 years, they had used the Wayne Family's money to further their own agenda, constructing nearly twenty buildings in Gotham City.
"Let's go. This Court of Owls keeps surprising me."
Gino tossed the book aside and led the woman out of the room.
Another stone door.
He pushed it open again.
This room was filled with countless, neatly arranged red coffins.
Talia followed Gino, approaching the coffins. She saw that the coffins were all open and empty, but each one had a photo frame attached to its center, displaying images of small children.
"They collect Gotham's orphans from a young age, train them to be skilled assassins, and then have them sleep here when they are not needed."
Gino rubbed his neck. It was a pity the Court of Owls had sacrificed all their Talon assassins to deal with him.
The two of them walked through the cluster of coffins.
"Interesting."
Gino tilted his head, looking at the vast, complex marble maze in front of him.
At the entrance of the maze stood a huge owl statue, and beneath the owl's talons was a gurgling fountain.
Looking at the layout, a smile slowly spread across Gino's lips.
"Talia, go gather your ninjas."
The woman didn't understand Gino's intentions, but she didn't question him. She nodded and left.
Gino sized up the fountain and the maze.
He had a plan in mind, a fun plan targeting Bruce Wayne.
"What surprises will you offer me this time?"
"What surprises will you offer me this time?"
Wayne Manor.
Bruce wearily pushed open the library door of Wayne Manor.
As the wealthiest family in Gotham City, the Wayne Family's library held records of every Wayne's life.
Bruce rubbed his sleepy eyes. Ever since witnessing Maroni's assassination by the Owl-masked figures, that terrifying scene had stirred deep memories within Bruce.
He'd suspected from a young age that his parents' deaths weren't accidental, and he'd even investigated whether the Court of Owls truly existed.
But when his investigation led to him being trapped in a room for over a week, nearly starving to death, Bruce gave up on his suspicions.
"Let me see where you are."
Bruce stepped onto the rolling ladder, searching for the family chronicles he sought.
Unlike Gino, who could pinpoint exactly what he needed with a single glance, Bruce, being merely flesh and blood, could only search slowly.
Time ticked by.
"Pop."
Bruce pinched two fingers and pulled out a book from the side. He looked at the smooth cover; Alfred, the butler, was undoubtedly a loyal and conscientious caretaker. He kept this vast library spotless.
Bruce opened the book and found the records of his great-great-grandfather, Alan Wayne.
"Alan Wayne, in his later years, often suspected that he was being watched by a concealed assassin organization. Diagnosed with delusional disorder and schizophrenia by Arkham Asylum, he died after falling into a Gotham underground tunnel and breaking his neck, suffering a head injury."
Bruce silently read the lines, and in the past, he might have thought that his great-great-grandfather had simply gone mad due to excessive stress.
But now, Bruce began to suspect whether there was really such a terrifying organization in Gotham City, secretly controlling everything?
"Master Bruce."
A knock on the door, and Alfred slowly entered, his hands behind his back. He was composed, and the old man's tone was unhurried. "Mr. James Gordon of the Gotham City Police Department wishes to see you."
"He says he has important matters to discuss with you."
The book in Bruce's hand trembled slightly, and the files on James Gordon flashed through his mind.
An outsider who had been ostracized by the corrupt cops, but it was currently impossible to confirm if this person was upright.
"Let's go."
Bruce closed the book and pushed it back into the bookcase.
Alfred followed behind him. The two of them went to the hall and saw James Gordon sitting on the sofa with a serious expression.
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