Chapter 90: Fight, Fight

Whether the leverage of inducement was greater or the component of negotiation was greater, in any case, Ma Ma Zhaodi's negotiation efficiency indeed saw a tremendous increase in the following period.

Seeing him pull out small flower pots one by one from beneath that black cloak and then put them back one by one, Batman subconsciously pictured vines densely hanging four flower pots from his body and began analyzing whether he might be carrying a magic space specifically for storing flower pots.

"Alright." The ghost-masked figure in the black robe clapped his hands toward Batman's pointed ears: "I've finished the last four people too; we can head back now."

"Your flower pots—"

"No, I can't give them to you, don't even think about it—I promised them either to send them to a promised land of lush water and grass, or to return them to their original owners."

"Original owners." Batman had long guessed who the instigator of this matter was; at this moment, he was considering how to find Poison Ivy.

"I will find their original owners, but a promised land of lush water and grass—that would take them out of my sight."

"Garden, this is talking about a garden."

"."

"Don't be silent; this isn't an ordinary garden, it's a paradise for plants, get it? Moreover, it's not in this world, so we don't need to worry about these vines running out again to cause trouble."

Batman looked at Ma Ma Zhaodi, then used a declarative sentence instead of a question: "."Not in this world."

"The dead have their space, beasts have their space, even a plant must have a plant's space, right? In short, if you're not at ease, you can find me regularly to spot-check their condition, but I definitely cannot hand them directly to you—promises made must be kept."

Seeing Ma Ma Zhaodi speak with such conviction, Batman said nothing more, drove the Batmobile to take him back home, and tonight, he still had many things to attend to.

"Remember to give a five-star review, dear—"

Watching the Batmobile's engine roar and dive into the dark night, Ma Ma Zhaodi casually teased a remark, then returned to his room to prepare for sleep, but before getting into bed, he suddenly realized that Batman seemed to have explained nothing at all about what exactly happened this time—at the very least, Poison Ivy wouldn't be idle and suddenly provoke Batman for no reason.

Ma Ma Zhaodi picked up his phone to check the time; it wasn't a holiday recently, and the nearest St. Patrick's Day was still a few days away, so it was highly unlikely to be a holiday killer teaming up with Poison Ivy to cause trouble.

"Let's first see what major event happened recently."

He opened the news section on his phone, searching based on the faces he had memorized, and quickly saw a face appear in a financial news item; he was also one of the controlled victims, just not among the ten people tonight—that person was Bruce Wayne.

"Gotham Bank passed a resolution earlier this month, reaching cooperation with Falcone Import Company. It is foreseeable that this win-win cooperation will bring huge profits to Gotham Bank under Bruce Wayne's Wayne Group and Falcone Import Company. One can't help but sigh that although Bruce Wayne has always appeared in newspapers with the reputation of a playboy, his own business talent and decision-making vision do not fail to live up to his name, Wayne."

It was obvious that Bruce could never have passed such a resolution; the appearance of this situation could only mean that the other directors united to make this resolution "passed."

This was a scene absolutely impossible under normal circumstances; a considerable portion of the directors were loyal followers of the Wayne family; even if they did not support Bruce, they would absolutely not make an enemy of him.

Unless they were manipulated by some irresistible force.

Ma Ma Zhaodi carefully searched online for the senior executives of Gotham Bank; ten familiar faces immediately came into view—as for the others, perhaps there was simply no need to control them; they were fence-sitters to begin with.

"Poison Ivy helped Falcone Import Company reach cooperation with Gotham Bank—in other words, Poison Ivy helped Falcone launder money; this path is truly too narrow."

Ma Ma Zhaodi thought carefully and felt there should be no omissions for the time being, then turned over in bed to sleep.

A gust of evening wind blew, and a green fallen leaf gently floated from the chimney into the fireplace. —

Ma Ma Zhaodi was very lucky tonight; when he negotiated with the plants, he encountered no obstruction from Poison Ivy, nor did he meet any active counterattack from the vines—but this was not because Poison Ivy was incapable of doing so.

In fact, when the first vine was pulled out, she noticed it; she was just slightly busy tonight.

Night, Wayne Manor.

Beside the fireplace where the fire burned fiercely, a woman almost naked sat leisurely in the hostess position at the dining table drinking tea; she wore only a set of soft underwear woven from plant fibers, while large areas of skin on the rest of her body were exposed.

This was not because she possessed some strange exhibitionist tendencies, but because this set of clothes was simply the most suitable daily attire for her—she could supplement energy and nutrients through photosynthesis via her skin, therefore she pursued this style of dress that exposed the skin to the maximum extent.

In fact, wearing the hooded cloak and dressing as a flower-selling girl in the square was the only recent time she needed to wear clothes.

Alfred did not seem to be in the manor at this time, so she used her abilities to silently infiltrate Wayne Manor, quietly waiting for Bruce Wayne—the control plan a few days ago had failed inexplicably over a few milk chocolates, which left her feeling extremely baffled. Thus, she made targeted precautions when subsequently controlling the senior executives of Wayne Group, but her naturally strong-willed nature still felt somewhat unconvinced; she wanted to come here to make up for the regret of last time.

Of course, a man like Bruce would still receive special treatment, she thought; at the very least, I wouldn't let vines drill into his body; I can't bear to ruin the lines of his physique.

"Hmm? Who pulled out my parasitic vines?"

Poison Ivy, who was drinking tea, just felt a sensation and then sensed a gust of wind blowing.

"You're sitting in the wrong seat!"

A fluffed-up cat suddenly rushed to her side and scratched her fiercely with its claws: "You're mine! He is too! They are all mine!" (The original line in the comic is "you are mine, all mine," so Catwoman might be doubly cuckolded.)

Poison Ivy met Catwoman in Wayne Manor and inexplicably felt like she had been caught in the act; she panicked and stood up, then took several solid hits from Catwoman.

"Kitty! Listen to my explanation!"

"You're like weeds entering someone's backyard! Weeds that need to be uprooted!"

At this very moment, Poison Ivy was especially grateful that Bruce Wayne had not yet returned home; if Catwoman had caught her dressed like this and also bewitched and controlled Bruce Wayne, the scene would most likely be completely unexplainable.

(End of this chapter)