69novels Chapter 72 Yes, look how crazy it is.
Chapter 72 Yes, look how crazy it is.
Chapter 72 Yes, look how crazy it is.
Oswald opened his mouth, still wanting to argue.
Don't expect to hear a single truth from him unless it's absolutely necessary: "I really don't know what you're talking about. Everyone knows I got to where I am today entirely through my own hard work and dedication. I am the only boss here."
Catherine looked at Oswald with undisguised contempt: "Mr. Oswald, I sense your fear."
You are afraid, you are panicked, you are more afraid of death than anyone else.
You know you're nothing more than a clown struggling at the bottom of society. Cowardice, retreat, and fear are your true nature. So, before my patience runs out, you'd better put away all your tricks.
However, the noble owl leader did not notice.
The moment those words were spoken, the fear on Oswald's face slowly faded in the shadows, replaced by a hysterical frenzy.
He smirked, raised his head, and stared coldly at the blonde woman in front of him, laughing and crying at the same time: "Yes, you are high and mighty. I should be born to be afraid of you."
Even if I fall into the abyss again and again, I, Oswald Copport, will always rise again. Remember, again and again.
One day, you will kneel before me and beg for mercy. And I will completely replace you, I will seize all your wealth, and all your fame and prestige will belong to me.
You self-righteous, filthy bitch, you slut!
Catherine's expression hardened slightly, but her posture remained elegant and unapproachable. She simply snapped her fingers casually.
Without a word, an owl assassin plunged his dagger into Oswald's tumorous leg.
"Pfft."
The sharp blade pierced through flesh and bone in an instant, and crimson blood soaked through his black trousers. Oswald's already pale face turned completely bloodless.
He let out a sharp wail, but the madness on his face intensified: "Hahaha, beautiful lady, I also feel your anger."
You are no different from any of us. You need to eat, you poop, and you get angry just like everyone else.
Therefore, your carefully cultivated air of superiority is utter nonsense in my eyes. You're not even as good as those prostitutes in the Siren Club who stick their asses out; at least they know how to play along and know how to please people.
A unique expression finally appeared on Catherine's face.
It wasn't because I was angered by Oswald's foul language.
Her social class taught her a lesson: no matter how much a mad dog barks, it is still just a dog.
What truly surprised her was Oswald's attitude.
According to the information she obtained, the other party was cowardly, shrewd, and knew how to assess the situation. In the face of absolute power, he would always be obsequious and subservient.
What made the other party so tough?
Without even thinking, the image of the mysterious man appeared in Catherine's mind.
She just couldn't understand what kind of drug they had given Oswald to make such a cowardly person so brave and fearless!
The other person was clearly afraid and terrified, but he was able to forcefully suppress the fear in his heart with reason, and even took the initiative to provoke her.
Under normal circumstances, she might have directly ordered that this mad dog who dared to offend her be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
But not now. The Speaker of the Council has given a firm order: we must find out the whereabouts of that mysterious man no matter what.
The first awakening of the Claws requires the blood of the opponent to announce the birth and prologue of this ultimate weapon.
After thinking for a moment, Catherine narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Mr. Oswald, have you ever heard the saying, 'A good bird chooses a good tree to perch on'? Rather than relying on outsiders, it is better to choose us."
What the other party can give you, the court can more easily deliver.
Not only that, we can also promise you a brighter future and a broader stage.
"For example, The King of Gotham?"
"The King of Gotham?" Catherine felt like she had heard a joke. She covered her mouth and sneered, "Since the colonial era, since the Hyksos dynasty, there can only be one master of Gotham, and that is the court. This is an eternal truth."
However, if you reveal the other party's whereabouts, I can recommend you to become the official person in charge of Gotham.
With our support, the Falcone family will soon be history, and your Penguin Gang will become the sole superpower in all of Gotham.
"That Roman only took him forty-odd years to make you centuries-old relic feel like you're facing a formidable enemy. I must say, you're really useless, hahaha, could it be that all you've remembered in the past hundred years has been reproduction? Just like Salome."
Oswald completely abandoned his pretense, revealing his manic side. He laughed wildly, like a clown.
"Oswald, you're courting death." Catherine could no longer maintain the nobility and elegance she had tried so hard to project.
Enraged, her face flushed red. She snatched the dagger from the owl assassin and stabbed the penguin in the neck.
At that moment, Oswald felt as if his blood had turned cold.
When the knife tip was less than 0.1 centimeters from her neck, Catherine suddenly stopped, her eyes filled with a chilling coldness: "Oswald, you'd rather die than reveal who's behind this?"
Oswald laughed until tears streamed down his face: "Yes, look how crazy it is!"
Catherine took a deep breath, tossed the dagger to the owl assassin behind her, and made a throat-slitting motion.
She was a noblewoman; it was impossible for her to kill someone herself.
Upon receiving the order, an owl assassin immediately stepped forward, his movements swift and efficient.
However, just as the blade was about to sever Oswald's neck, the basement, which was being used for the interrogation, suddenly began to shake violently.
It felt like some enormous beast was running wildly through the sewers beneath our feet.
Catherine frowned. She vaguely heard a sound and instinctively walked to the wall next to her, putting her ear to it.
Solomon was born on Monday.
Finally, she heard what was said.
But then everything went completely dark.
"Boom!"
Solomon, who was over three meters tall, easily smashed through the stone wall of the basement and bit off Catherine's head in one bite.
A crisp crunching sound came from its mouth, like it was eating broad beans.
"Thump!"
The headless woman staggered a few steps before collapsing heavily to the ground.
The owl assassins, realizing what was happening, showed a flash of fear on their faces. Forgetting about killing Oswald, they rushed towards Solomon.
The result can be imagined.
Several more headless corpses fell heavily to the ground.
"Hey buddy, you saved my life, I owe you one. I'm going to make you a hamburger the same size as you."
Oswald, who had survived the ordeal, shouted excitedly.
He feared death more than anyone else.
Solomon scratched his head and pointed to his huge mouth: "Fried chicken, hamburgers, as big as me, quick, quick!"
Oswald immediately couldn't help but smile wryly.
now.
Over Gotham.
The black dimensional portal of the abyss world merges into the deathly silence of the night.
Lucas stood thousands of meters in the air in a posture that defied the laws of physics.
With his divine insight and super hearing, he watched the saved penguin man with great interest.