Chapter 112

In the theater in the Cat Getan Manor area, Schiller took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray and clinked glasses with Mrs. Leto in front of him. Schiller sighed and said: "There aren't many balls as lively and solemn as this nowadays. Those balls in the city are really too noisy, and those speakers make my head ache."

Mrs. Leto smoothed the white hair at her temples and said: "It was like this in our era. Girls and boys were often very shy, and no one dared to hold hands at such a ball. But you know, those young people nowadays are too crazy. Once I went to the Golden Cup Mansion in the city center, and I was simply stunned. Rather than calling what they were wearing clothes, it would be better to say that curtains are tighter than that..."

Schiller laughed and said: "After all, development is too fast now, but this is also a good thing. The economy seems to have improved a lot recently."

Mrs. Leto agreed and said: "That's true. The rent for my two apartments on Fourth Avenue has actually risen by more than half. I don't know how those gangs make money. I'm still talking to that bull on Elizabeth Street about buying another apartment..."

"Madam, you are wise." A deep voice came from the side. A man with a mustache walked over. He gently touched Schiller and Mrs. Leto's glasses with his own and then said: "Hello, this is my business card."

Schiller took it and looked at it. He said: "Golden Cup Company Manager? Are you a real estate agent for the Falcone family?"

"That's right, I work for the godfather, but of course, our Golden Cup Company is also a legal company independent of the Falcone family, and we have real estate businesses all along the East Coast."

"You also know that we have had some cooperation with Chicago recently, and the land there is also about to be speculated. I specially came to attend this party to introduce real estate in various eastern cities to you wealthy gentlemen and ladies."

Mrs. Leto was quite interested. She said: "I heard that the scenery in Chicago is better than Cat Getan. What do you think about me buying a villa there?"

"You are Mrs. Leto, right? You really asked the right person. Chicago is indeed not bad, but when it comes to retirement villas, I still recommend the Imperial City more. The scenery there is really too beautiful, unique on the entire East Coast, and you know, it is much safer there compared to Cat Getan or Chicago."

"Although I really like the tropical style of the Imperial City, there are too many casinos there, and too many tourists from outside, I always feel that living there won't be quiet." Mrs. Leto frowned and said.

"Then I have to recommend Miami to you. This city is really not bad. Compared to the order of the Imperial City, it has a wilder beauty. Of course, the gangs there are nothing compared to Cat Getan. With your husband's ability, buying a manor there should also be not bad."

Mrs. Leto fanned the fan in her hand and said: "I'm just planning to discuss this with him. Although we have lived in Cat Getan for generations, the weather here is really fatal. If we could go there for a month or two for vacation, that wouldn't be bad. After all, we are getting old, and the air in Cat Getan is very unfavorable for extending life..."

Schiller said: "I heard that the mayor intends to work with Wayne Enterprises to develop a city air purification system and promote it nationwide, which can adjust the climate in local areas, but this may indeed take some time."

That Golden Cup manager said: "If that's the case, that would be really great. Actually, I haven't figured it out either. Cat Getan's geographical location is clearly very good, but why are there so many overcast and rainy days? If there could be sunny days for three or four months out of the year, then the beach here would definitely make tourists from all over the East crazy."

This manager is right. The quality of Cat Getan Beach is very good because it has hardly undergone any development. After all, no one who doesn't want to die would come here for vacation. Except for locals occasionally using it, it can be said to be the best-protected urban beach among all eastern cities.

The waiter came around with a tray again. Several people took some cookies, ate while drinking, and chatted about the future development of Cat Getan. And Schiller, in the gap of chatting, found a black figure flash outside the theater door, as if someone was staring at himself.

The theater here is brightly lit because of the ball, but the manor side is pitch black. This old-fashioned manor community is not big, and there are not many residents. Once a ball is held, basically everyone is present, so their houses are naturally empty.

Unlike Bruce, who is busy with internships, Catwoman's life hasn't been going very well recently.

She is a thief, and her main source of income is still stealing things. Of course, she belongs to the kind of high-end thief, not a street pickpocket. Catwoman basically steals expensive jewelry in some jewelry stores, or some stamps and paintings in the hands of collectors.

But due to Cat Getan's reform, the nights in this city are becoming more and more lively. Jewelry stores, gold and silver jewelry stores, or watch repair shops on the main streets basically began to open at night, and clerks and security guards also became three-shift rotations.

Catwoman steals things by sneaking in plus skills, not like some beat-people-hero who kills everyone so no one discovers my sneaking. Catwoman's petite figure and strength also don't support her in taking this route.

The three-shift clerks and security guards also gave her a huge headache. Even if she could find a way to lure away one or two of them, the noisy streets and bustling alleys also made her theft behavior very easy to be discovered.

Actually, logically speaking, with Catwoman's skills, going to do something else wouldn't lead to starvation, but she was trained as a thief since she was a child. She doesn't know how, and hasn't thought about going to do something else.

What to do if she can't steal? She could only bite the bullet and steal. Although she could occasionally succeed, it was too easy to be discovered, increasing many enemies.

The so-called walking on the night road too much will eventually encounter ghosts. One day, Catwoman's theft failed again.

But this time, she provoked someone she shouldn't have. The place she stole from this time is called Golden Cup Jewelry Store, which is an industry under Falcone.

The Falcone family is not like those small fish and shrimp. The security guards in the store are all professionally trained, have sufficient manpower, and there are no blind spots in the whole store. Catwoman was discovered as soon as she made a move.

And unlike those other jewelry stores, the people under Falcone have the courage and ability to hunt down anyone in Cat Getan. The godfather's dignity cannot be tarnished. Catwoman was not only almost caught but also directly wanted.

The Twelve Families all sent people to chase her. This day, Catwoman was chased up and down again. Having no choice, she began to run toward the edge of the city.

The killer behind was obviously professionally trained and chased very closely. Catwoman really had no other way, so she had to grab a car and drive out of the East District, running toward the West District. Thanks to Cat Getan's traffic control, there were no traffic jams and no car accidents, and she successfully ran to the vicinity of the manor area.

Entering the manor area, Catwoman also felt a bit fearful in her heart, because the British-style manors here looked very gloomy and terrifying under the night curtain. This is also why even though there are many rich people here, she rarely comes to this side.

But there was no other way, the enemy was chasing behind her butt. Catwoman moved forward carefully in the manor area. The deeper she went, the more she felt she had no bottom, because for some reason, it seemed like everyone here had disappeared.

Catwoman gathered her courage and continued to run forward, and then discovered that in one of the manors, a window revealed a faint light.

Catwoman, who was almost scared to the point of bristling by the terrifying atmosphere here, didn't think too much and ran directly toward the place with light.

After coming in, she discovered traces of people living here, which made her feel a little relieved.

Feeling that she seemed to have gotten rid of the pursuers, Catwoman's courage grew. She tiptoed to the bottom of the building's wall, then extended a grappling hook to grab the roof, and with a few light jumps, she came to that windowsill with light.

She stuck to the wall and stretched her head to look inside, discovering that there was no one inside. It seemed the owner forgot to turn off the light before leaving.

Beside the balcony was a solid wood desk, on which were placed a large pile of messy materials, as well as many big books that Catwoman felt a headache after just one glance. The owner of the manor seemed to be a scholar.

But soon, something attracted Catwoman's attention. It was a bottle placed in the corner of the desk.

That bottle was not big, and it seemed to contain some black dirty water, but the material of the bottle itself made Catwoman's heart beat fast in an instant.

It's a diamond! The whole thing is!

The whole bottle is made of diamonds!!!

Catwoman knew she absolutely wouldn't see it wrong. She had been a thief for so many years and had seen thousands of pieces of jewelry.

That kind of brilliant light under the light almost dazzled Catwoman's eyes, making her fascinated in an instant.

Even though she had seen all kinds of beautiful jewelry, she had never seen such a pure diamond.

Subsequently, she began to gnash her teeth again. What was the owner of this manor thinking?? Why did he have to hollow out such a beautiful piece of diamond to make a bottle?? Wouldn't it be better if it were solid???

But regardless, Catwoman's heart, which belonged to a jewelry thief, was already eager to move.

This window was locked, and it seemed to use a kind of lock that Catwoman couldn't understand and couldn't pry open. But this jewelry thief who had been famous in Cat Getan for many years was not a pushover.

Seeing that this window couldn't be opened, she flipped down along the balcony. Every window was tried once, and then she discovered that the owner of this manor was simply ridiculously cautious. All the windows were locked with that kind of strange lock, not even the small window in the attic was an exception.

But hard work pays off. Old-fashioned British manors have a special structure. At the sewer outlet of the toilet in medieval English manors, a secret door would be left for servants to clean up the accumulated filth.

The manor built here, although the era it was built in no longer needed this function because it used a modern drainage system, perhaps it was a kind of sentiment of the architect, this medieval sewage channel was still preserved.

Catwoman had a petite figure and could just crawl into the washroom from this secret door. She thought, fortunately, no one had ever used this channel, otherwise, she wouldn't have drilled into it even if she were beaten to death.

Catwoman had superb acrobatic skills and was very agile. When she drilled out of the washroom, she didn't make a sound when she landed. And what made her collapse even more was that the door of the washroom was also locked!

How afraid is this person of being stolen from!

But fortunately, perhaps the owner of the manor also felt that kind of strange lock was very troublesome. If he was in a hurry to use it, he might not be able to open it, so the lock on the washroom door was a very ordinary iron lock.

Catwoman could pry open this kind of lock. She fixed the lock in two or three moves, and then tiptoed to the side of the table.

She happily picked up the bottle made of diamonds and appreciated it carefully under the light. Now she was sure that this must be a diamond.

Hobby

But what made her very confused was that she had never seen such a pure diamond. Whether it was color or clarity, it was almost impeccable and looked nearly perfect.

And what made Catwoman feel even more confused was that in such a beautiful bottle, it actually contained a pool of black dirty water. No, perhaps calling it dirty water is not accurate, it's more like a lump of sticky black mucus.

I don't know if it was Catwoman's illusion, but she felt this lump of mucus moved, but she had already been dazzled by the diamond bottle and couldn't wait to put such a beautiful diamond into her collection cabinet immediately.

So she didn't care what was in the bottle and stuffed the bottle directly into the small bag at her waist.

Because the windows and doors were all locked, Catwoman was worried that the owner of the manor would come back and she wouldn't be able to run away. Moreover, being able to harvest such a beautiful diamond tonight was enough.

Catwoman left along the route she came, and even before leaving, she didn't forget to use a special method to hang the lock back outside the washroom door and lock the door to restore it.

Catwoman, who returned home, took out the bottle and looked at it left and right, the more she looked, the more she liked it. But the more she looked, the more the lump of black sludge in the bottle became an eyesore. What kind of mental patient would use such a beautiful bottle to hold a lump of sticky black mucus?

Catwoman wanted to pour out the things inside, but the sealing method of this bottle was very special. Its stopper was not a common wooden stopper. There was a series of complex buckles on it, and it seemed there was a micro lock.

Catwoman had never seen the technology of this thing, and she couldn't figure it out, but she only knew one thing: diamond is the hardest gemstone in the world, so she could completely use violence to destroy this stopper without harming the beautiful bottle.

So she brought a crowbar, a file, and pliers, and knocked and smashed at the mechanism on it. After working for a long time, except for one buckle being slightly loose, the whole stopper remained motionless.

Catwoman was panting from exhaustion. In a fit of anger, she didn't care anymore, threw the bottle onto the nightstand, and went to sleep, planning to go out and find a professional to help pry it open after the limelight passed in a few days.