"you……"
Everyone was dumbfounded by what happened in front of them.
First, Mr. Blair was so irritable that he wanted to beat up a middle school kid, and then Mr. Bruce Wayne, who had returned, was even more irritable and directly broke the arm of Mr. Blair, the richest businessman in Philadelphia.
"Cool!" Billy became the first person to react after a brief moment of silence: "This is really cool."
He was so carried away that he directly pulled his stinky feet out of the shoes that he had not completely put on, and then tried to step on Blair who was lying on the ground. Such behavior was of course criticized by his adoptive father Victor. Vasquez picked it up from behind.
"Hey, let me go!"
Billy opened his hands and fluttered wildly, but he couldn't stop himself from being forcefully pulled backwards by the middle-aged man wearing glasses.
"This is crazy!"
"This is no fun." But then he heard the voice of his adoptive father, Victor Vasquez.
After he pulled Billy behind, he and Principal Peach stepped forward to help Blair who was lying on the ground.
"This is intentional harm." The middle-aged man wearing glasses said seriously.
He stared into the eyes of the burly Bruce Wayne without fear. Only when they stood close enough did Billy realize that his adoptive father was half a head shorter than Mr. Wayne.
Only then did Billy realize that the atmosphere was a little tense.
"Get out of the way." He heard Mr. Wayne say to his adoptive father: "Don't get in my way...sir."
Billy almost felt his heart skip a beat. Mr. Wayne is so scary when he squints his eyes, like a giant bat spreading his wings.
"Sorry, can't do it."
But his adoptive father answered the burly rich man.
He spoke clearly and argued hard, without backing down:
"You can't attack Mr Blair anymore. He does deserve to be punished, or pay a price, but not in this way, not in front of his children."
Billy was starting to worry that his adoptive father was going to get spanked—damn it, why should I worry about that? But it’s a homestay again…
"Oh my gosh, my arm is broken..."
Billy lowered his head and saw Mr. Blair moaning in pain.
His arms were abnormally twisted and painful to look at. His arrogant face turned pale from the severe pain, and he bowed to the ground like a prawn.
Billy sighed.
Okay, he knows that's cowardly, right? It was clear that the man lying on the ground wanted to attack him just now, but now he wants to speak for this scumbag...
Billy shook his head.
He is a sensible child. Even though he acts like he is careless and doesn't understand anything, he still understands the boundaries of what he should do after having been with dozens of host families over the years.
He can fight with Mr. Blair's son, and even scold him directly because of his young age.
But to directly twist the arm... This is obviously beyond the boundaries of a normal conflict.
Perhaps Mr. Bruce Wayne attacked Mr. Blair out of righteous indignation, but would he have stayed in Philadelphia? No, but Mr Blair will.
He had to...he had to think about his adoptive father.
So he hesitated: "Mr. Wayne, you..."
"Mr. Blair, are you going to call the police?"
But the next moment Billy heard Mr. Wayne's voice: "Just tell me, and this kid...your name is Billy Batson, right?"
"Ah, yes. Yes, sir." Billy said with some stumbling.
He lowered his head, and from his angle, he could just see the expression on Mr. Blair's face.
The resentment mixed with pain made Billy shudder. This was the first time he saw someone else showing such an expression. Although it was difficult for him to confirm what this expression meant due to his age, he still felt extremely uncomfortable.
But the expression soon melted on Mr. Blair's face.
Billy saw that when he turned to face Mr. Wayne, he had a completely different face.
"No, I have absolutely no intention of calling the police."
There was a flattering look on his face, and he forcefully swallowed every bit of pain into his stomach, like a pug: "Please don't worry."
"Huh?" said Billy, "but your arm is broken!"
"I broke it myself!" A look of anxiety appeared on Mr. Blair's face: "It has nothing to do with Mr. Wayne!"
"Mr. Blair, if you want to call the police, I can..."
Principal Peach helped him up from the ground. Before he could finish his words, Blair, who had both of his arms broken, struggled to free himself and help him.
Blair's decision was decisive. Since he was determined not to fall out with Bruce Wayne, he would follow through.
He forced a smile and pretended to laugh easily: "I did make a mistake this time, I admit it, hahahaha!"
Smiling and smiling, his face was a little distorted. He had always been pampered and had never suffered such a big sin.
"Hahahahahaha, I broke my arm myself. Mr. Wayne and I are friendly partners, hahahaha, we have a great relationship!"
When he told lies with his eyes open until the last sentence, he tried his best to control himself not to look like he was gritting his teeth.
Then he saw a smile forming on Bruce Wayne's lips again.
This relieved him.
This level has been passed. As long as the partnership with Wayne Group is not lost, the loss is not too serious. It's not in vain that he tortures himself.
He is so stupid! He clearly knew that Mr. Bruce Wayne had just left and acted mischievously in the principal's office. The prospect of cooperating with the Wayne Group and becoming an even richer man made him so excited that he could not tolerate any disobedience.
As a result, Mr. Wayne saw it and almost made it self-defeating. Such behavior was really, really, really stupid.
But luckily it can be remedied.
"I will never call the police." He repeatedly promised: "Absolutely not."
"Really? But I'm going to call the police."
"...?"
Click.
Mr. Blair's smile froze on his face.
Before he could react, he found that Mr. Bruce had suddenly put silver handcuffs on his broken arms, and the next second, several people in black suits filed in, followed by two policemen.
Blair watched blankly as the leader in the black suit walked up to Bruce Wayne: "Mr. Wayne, thank you for helping us catch him."
"you……"
Mr. Blair had a vague suspicion in his mind, but he didn't want to believe it.
"Hey, Mr. Bruce, you love to joke, this is..."
Looking at Mr. Bruce Wayne, there was still a smile on his face. This smile made him think he had passed the test a few seconds ago, but now it only brought him a bone-chilling chill.
Bruce Wayne didn't answer his question.
"Mr. Wayne? Mr. Wayne?"
When two policemen came over, he finally broke out, with fear in his voice:
"Why do you arrest me? Who are you?"
"What are you doing? Ouch!"
He screamed in pain, and the two policemen holding him on the left and right touched his broken arm. He didn't dare to move anymore, and just looked at Bruce Wayne blankly.
"Mr. Wayne, what's going on?"
Then the next second, Blair saw the man in the black suit next to Bruce Wayne take out his ID: "IRS."
"That is, the Internal Revenue Service, the U.S. Internal Revenue Service,"
The other party deliberately explained in detail what he did, which was more like a mockery than an explanation: "Affiliated to the U.S. Treasury Department."
Then the voice of Bruce Wayne sang in harmony:
"When I was negotiating business with you on behalf of Wayne Group, Mr. Blair, I unfortunately discovered that your company has a tax problem, and it is huge. It is enough to send you and your accountants to jail for more than ten years. kind."
Blair turned his head and looked at Bruce Wayne.
"How can a large company like Wayne Group cooperate with a company suspected of tax evasion? So I reported you back."
"And because you have the ability and habit of holding a gun, in order to prevent you from being in danger of resisting arrest, Mr. Bruce Wayne volunteered and is willing to use his identity to make you lower your guard, so that it will be easier to arrest you-"
"Actually, this kind of thing is illegal, but it is also legal to obey the right when the matter is urgent." Blair heard Wayne say: "I asked some friends to help, and then donated hundreds of millions of dollars, and they finally Let me go and experience the addiction of arrest with my own hands."
He said without hesitation: "It's so interesting!"
"How dare you, how dare you..."
Mr. Blair was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You asked me for those documents in the name of cooperating with my company, but actually..."
"That's right, Mr. Bruce handed everything over to us. Otherwise, with your ability to do accounting, we wouldn't have had the chance to catch you so easily."
What the black suit said made Blair want to vomit blood even more: "But you were stupid enough to show your true accounts to Mr. Wayne. This is equivalent to directly confessing to us."
"You..." Blair turned his head desperately: "You... you can't destroy your credibility because of me, Mr. Wayne."
He spoke very quickly: "I trusted you and handed over my company's data to you, but you handed them over directly to the tax bureau and sent me to jail!"
He said quickly: "No one will dare to submit real data to you in the future, because all companies will have tax problems to one degree or another. You are destroying your credibility——"
He quickly tried to save himself: "I apologize to you, sincerely apologize, but this should not have been my ending!!!"
At the end of the sentence, he could no longer maintain his apparent politeness and roared at the top of his lungs: "How dare you, how dare you?!"
But the next second, he screamed in agony as the police shocked him with electric batons. They held him to the left and right, ignoring his broken arm, and carried him away.
"Pfft." Billy heard Mr. Bruce scoff.
"You can't even handle legal tax avoidance, but you still want to cooperate with the Wayne family?"
He turned his head and smiled friendly at the remaining three people present.
He was as gentle as a brown bear, and then stretched out his hand to Billy's adoptive father: "I am Bruce Wayne, nice to meet you."
Billy's adoptive father, Victor, stretched out his hand somewhat sarcastically:
"Victor Vasquez."
"Mr. Vasquez, your courage makes me look at you." Victor, the adoptive father, heard Mr. Bruce say: "Not everyone has the courage to contradict me."
"My God, Mr. Wayne, didn't you come to our school because of Mr. Blair, the richest man in Philadelphia?"
Principal Peach's voice broke the conversation between them.
The red-haired old woman covered her forehead, feeling like she was about to faint from what was happening in front of her.
"If... if it wasn't for Mr. Blair, why would you come to our little high school?"
"Oh, there's no need to be modest. Fawcett High School is probably one of the best high schools in Philadelphia. And that's why I came here..."
Everyone's eyes followed Chen Tao and stopped on Billy Batson, who looked confused.
"You doing it for Billy?"
Principal Peach opened his mouth. What happened in just a few minutes made him hardly know what to say.
"Mr. Bruce, but he is just an ordinary..."
The adoptive father, Victor Vasquez, wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Chen Tao's hand.
"Of course not, Billy, you know exactly why I came to you, don't you?"
Billy felt his heart beating very fast.
"...The wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the endurance of Atlas, the power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles, the speed of Mercury..."
The old wizard's voice rang in Billy's ears, making him feel slightly dizzy.
"The world needs you, Billy. The world needs your strength. Just like ancient heroes like Hercules and Achilles."
He heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say, "Are you sure you want to hear this from me here?"
"No, no, no, Mr. Wayne."
Billy stood up immediately, and then looked at his adoptive father with pleading eyes: "Please Victor, let's talk about this in another place."
"You..." Victor, the adoptive father, was also confused. He looked at Bruce Wayne standing there, and then at his adopted son.
The world in front of me has never felt so strange.
"Okay," he said.
"But as your guardian, you must explain this to me afterwards."
Ding ding ding ding ding…
But at this moment, Chen Tao's communication rang.
Chen Tao walked to the side.
As soon as he got through, he heard the other person say:
"Batman, new news, we found the Mother Box."
"The government has been hiding information from us, but we still managed to track it down."
The voice of Dick Grayson, the former first-generation Robin and current Nightwing, rang in Chen Tao's ears: "It is now in the American Interstellar Laboratory."
"The scientist in charge of studying the Mother Box is called Silas Stone."
"And his son Victor Stone is one of the targets you told us to monitor closely."
(End of chapter)
