72. Gotham: Nest

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Time was running out, leaving Robin no time to determine the truth of the other party's words.

Aria only gave him two short, single-item choices: fulfill his assistant duties and report the movements of the Court of Owls to Batman in a timely manner, but he would face Batman's questioning of his violation of regulations and meddling in "unauthorized matters"; or abandon his responsibilities and fight a fierce battle with the claws in front of him - but if what the farmer said was true, the entire Gotham high-level officials would suffer a devastating disaster.

The farmer wasn't sure if the Court of Owls would actually take action against those people, or when, so she simply chose the most convincing argument. Fortunately, it resonated with Damian.

Robin no longer hesitated. He held the katana close to his side and quickly darted into another corner before the claws could unleash their firepower on him. Although he wasn't very familiar with Robin, considering Batman's familiarity with the sewers, his assistant was probably not bad either.

...Although I didn't get the child out of the sewer myself, at least he is out of danger now.

Aria felt a sudden sense of relief, ducking under a powerful kick from a sharp claw. She'd been as slippery as a sea cucumber for the past 240 seconds, and now the farmer decided to show off his unrivaled acting skills to the hard-working workers present.

The Claws had been deliberately suppressing the sound of their footsteps, their formation like a spider web, airtight yet pressing closer and closer, trying to trap her. After realizing that Aria had been responding in an orderly manner, even trying to keep them together through movement, the Claws glanced at each other and dispersed.

The intentional sound of footsteps disrupted the rhythm, making it particularly noisy in the confined space, and could disturb any warrior who was not good at identifying positions by sound.

When his companion stepped forward to fight with Aria, another one left the team and disappeared behind. If it weren't for the increased brightness of the light in the sewer, the armor on his body would easily blend into the darkness again.

This was the mistake Aria planned to make. An easy victory would make the court suspicious. Faced with a sensitive and suspicious bird, it would be easier to bring the food back to the nest if it thought it had hunted it.

The farmer deliberately ignored the disappearing killer and swung his fists to the chest of the claw in front of him - they were slammed into the wall by an incredible force, their heads tilted, and they fell asleep quite peacefully - as for whether they would see the police or God after waking up, Aria felt that it depended on fate.

The wall was shaking, and a few pieces of cement fell off with a click - it seemed that I would have to tell Lewis about the municipal engineering project in Zuzu City that was almost as bad as tofu shoddy, but it would be better not to tell him who broke it - according to Lewis's stinginess, he would definitely charge her the municipal repair fee.

Aria counted the beats as she fought the remaining claws: these workers were all in uniform, and the farmer couldn't tell who was who for a moment, so the punches and kicks were not distributed very fairly. A few unlucky ones might have been beaten more than their other colleagues... But they were also quite ruthless when they attacked Aria, and the bloodletting strategy they adopted emphasized not missing any opportunity to exploit, and they tried their best to inflict as many wounds on her.

This feeling is a lot like doing Mr. Qi's desert mine mission, but ended up being blocked in a corner by several long, green flying snakes - in short, it's a memory I don't really want to recall.

Fortunately, this continuous loss of blood did not last too long. The claw that had retreated early finally used a killing move to save people from the dire situation. The ceiling suddenly broke - the Owl Court was obviously more familiar with the sewers than the farmer. The claw directly broke through the weak point of the sewer and refreshed from above her head, slashing down from above with the falling sand and the blade filled with all his strength!

The farmer had a big gash on his body, and she wanted to applaud herself for her professionalism in the performance, but it was still a long way from the time for the director to shout "cut", so Aria staggered two steps, fell to the ground with the injury, and prepared to faint at any time.

Claws walked towards Aria with weapons in hand, and it looked like he would stab her a few more times - according to the farmer's original idea, "she would close her eyes in a blur of blood and tears and fall into darkness", but it seemed that a small black-and-white plot of revenge had to be inserted now.

Whatever, as long as the goal is achieved. The process is not important, the result is what matters.

But things didn't go as smoothly as she planned.

When Lizhua raised his wrist to attack Aria again, a flying knife flashed with cold light and hit him.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Aria lifted her eyelids a little to take a peek.

"Ugly bird assassin." Robin, who had returned, put his hands on his belt. The timing of throwing the flying knife was quite extreme. He could not guarantee that he would be able to knock the opponent's weapon away, so he was ready to do it again at any time.

He gave Claw a derogatory name on the spot, speaking as if he were calling a pet—

"Your opponent is me, come and fight me if you dare!"

No, Aria was stunned. How come the person came back?

With a few crackling sounds, the emergency lights in the sewer were shattered by the grappling claws fired by Robin. Seeing this, Aria also took off her ring, letting everything return to darkness.

The Sharp Claw's blade whistled past his ear with the sound of wind, and Damian immediately realized that the loss of light would not weaken the Sharp Claw's fighting power.

So, the yellow-and-red Robin donned his night-vision goggles and, taking advantage of the sewer's vantage point, engaged the claws. From swords to fists, despite being outnumbered, he never showed a trace of fear. On the contrary, as his claws drew blood and the stench of blood gradually permeated the air, it seemed as if something was surging from the boy—he was quite excited by the enemy's injuries.

Even the youngest lion will catch a rabbit and grind its teeth on it, but what Robin showed before him was not just an interest in grinding his teeth. Almost every cell in his bones and blood was screaming with murderous intent. One claw falling was not enough. What Damian Wayne really wanted to see was a pyramid of claws.

Under normal circumstances, the farmer would probably have complained about the environment this child had grown up in; it didn't look like something that could have grown in Batman's fields. But now, seeing the still considerable number of sharp claws and the gradually reddening eyes of the children, she decided there was no time to delay.

When Robin retreated to her side, Aria reached out her calm but trembling hand and grabbed his calf.

Robin, thinking the farmer had fainted, was caught off guard and instinctively raised his katana to strike. When he realized who it was, he abruptly stopped himself. His voice became that of an angry child, even a voice changer couldn't mask it. Even then, he still managed to muffle his words: "What are you doing?"

It was hard to explain right away; telling her would only ruin the plan. The farmer could only let him curse her for now, but she didn't hold back her strength as she pushed Robin to the ground—controlling her strength well enough to avoid hurting him.

Robin struggled hard, but the farmer was incredibly strong and her hands were like ropes, making it difficult for her to break free for a while.

While he was struggling, Aria quickly wrote a few letters on his palm: LAIR (巢xue)

I just hope Batman has taught him how to braille.

Robin's struggles became less intense, and it seemed that he understood what she meant. Aria struck while the iron was hot and quickly drew an arrow, trying to make him leave.

However, the black-haired, green-eyed boy looked at her deeply in the darkness, then struggled and shook his head.

I understand, another stubborn bull.

The farmer loosened her grip on him. Facing the approaching claws, she tried to make her voice reveal a hint of fear: "Don't hit me..."

She gently pushed Robin forward and directly "betrayed" him: "...I'll give him to you, can you spare my life?"

There were patches of darker red on Robin's uniform, which was the farmer's blood, but it could also make them think that it was his injuries.

It was extremely difficult for Damian to pretend to be injured. He glanced at the farmer with an expression that said, "Is this the smartest plan you can come up with?" and reluctantly gasped twice with pretended difficulty.

Fortunately, now that it was dark, people's micro-expressions became irrelevant. However, the claws did not let them go. The two claws dragged Aria and Robin around in circles in the sewers twice, bringing them to an extremely unfamiliar place.

After breaking the floor, the claws pushed the two down without mercy!

…

The feeling of missing out was unpleasant. Damian held his katana tightly in his right hand, fearing it would drop. Thinking of the injured suspect, he reached out with his other hand, but it was empty.

!

The injured man reached out and buckled his shoulders like a seatbelt, placing himself underneath as a cushion.

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Farmer: This doesn't look like the kind of seedlings that would grow in Batman's field.

Rice: ...

I got beaten in this chapter, and I'll beat an owl in the next chapter.

Dear friends of the Court of Owls, we now have a set menu to choose from.

Deduct 1 for Master Ya to hit, deduct 2 for Master Mi to hit Bushi

This is the update for the 17th