Chapter 1503

As expected, the people from the Great Mage Alliance soon fell into bad luck. After encountering a gang shootout, they walked to the cathedral. When they set off, they were fully armed, but when they reached their destination, no one would believe it if you said their next stop was a bathhouse.

By the time the group rushed to the cathedral entrance in a panic, let alone magic staves, weapons, and wallets, even the coats of their robes, the boots on their feet, and even the earrings and bracelets worn by the female mages had all disappeared. When they came, they looked like guests; when they left, they looked like prisoners.

It's hard to say this behavior is theft. The difference between this and street robbery is probably that in a robbery, you can at least know who the perpetrator is, while along the way, the Great Mages only felt their items constantly disappearing, without even seeing a ghost.

It's impossible for everyone on the street to be a thief, right???

The Great Mages thought this way, and thus missed all possibilities of recovering the stolen goods. This dark city taught them a harsh lesson, making them understand what it means that "not being thorough in anti-theft is not anti-theft at all."

Of course, they also waited for Bruce Wei En as they wished. However, when they walked towards Bruce, who was getting out of a luxury car in an expensive suit and walking into the cathedral with a string of armed bodyguards, Bruce just waved his hand and let the people beside him throw them two coins.

A mage without magic is an ordinary person. No one would run into the muzzle of a gun to seek death. But it wasn't just this group of Great Mage Alliance mages who entered Cat Getan; there were also many people from the occult community whose power didn't come from demons but who still possessed special powers.

Most of them were persuaded by the witch Circe to become the vanguard for Circe's exploration of Cat Getan. However, the results for this group of people were no better than those of the Great Mage Alliance, because their vigilance was too poor.

There is no city in this world with worse public security than Cat Getan. This is the birthplace of the latest criminal routines and techniques, the Jerusalem of criminology. All breakthrough criminal techniques in this world are transmitted from Cat Getan to major cities, and often at this time, Cat Getan has already made a new round of breakthroughs.

This leads to citizens in other cities lagging behind Cat Getan's version in terms of anti-fraud and anti-theft awareness, and the awareness of people in the occult community lags even further behind that of ordinary city citizens.

They can defend against car gangs and robbers, but those ubiquitous newspaper boys and flower-selling children, the impeccably disguised hotel service staff, criminal gangs that set traps in major hotels and restaurants many days in advance, and even passersby they brush shoulders with and onlookers on the balconies upstairs—one ring after another, one plan after another. No one can be anti-theft forever, but Cat Getan always has thieves.

People from the occult community fell one after another in Cat Getan, coming with a flourish and leaving in a panic. But the valuable things in their pockets really provided a considerable amount of transformation funds for Cat Getan's thieves.

Next to enter the arena was the vampire phalanx. However, the Thirteen Clans weren't stupid either. They first sent a batch of young, reckless newcomers to check on the situation in Cat Getan.

Vampires obviously also understand that they can't use "adding oil" tactics, so after small-scale reconnaissance, the Thirteen Clans began to send their active forces to attack Cat Getan. The Camarilla was still restrained, but the Sabbat had gone completely crazy.

For many years, the Thirteen Clans had been operating diligently in Europe, and their clan had grown unprecedentedly. Coupled with the Red Moon gathering descendants all over the world, in an instant, thousands of bats swarmed towards this city of sin.

Cat Getan's gangs wouldn't give them a good look. After several years of transformation and development, most gangs were rich as oil, and the arsenal for Wei En Enterprises' arms business was right in Cat Getan. When the money was enough and the guns were in hand, they were still hot.

After the initial medium-scale street fighting, the gangs found that fighting like this was too much of a loss. But Cat Getan's self-contained ecosystem specializes in not doing business at a loss.

Vampires were learning about Cat Getan, and Cat Getan was also learning about and studying this kind of creature, the vampire. They captured many live samples for research and learned the occult definition of vampires from the old priest Daniel.

There is a very important point in this definition, which is that the vampire's blood contains their energy, which can be used as spellcasting material. The heart can be used to refine medicine, and other organs can be used as forensic materials to circulate in the occult trading circle. The purer the bloodline, the higher the selling price.

Thus, an industry in Cat Getan that usually had a low presence stepped onto the stage, and that was organ traffickers.

The gangs were anxious to recoup their costs and could only use this way to squeeze the value out of the vampires. It just so happened that there was the world's largest contraband trading market locally. Everything was ready, only the goods were missing from the shelves.

But Cat Getan's organ traffickers were all middlemen, only responsible for receiving and shipping goods, and rarely did it themselves. The main reason was that Cat Getan's lower-class citizens were all soaked in dark rainwater, and their organs couldn't be used at all. Cat Getan's reputation was also too loud; outsiders wouldn't come to Cat Getan even if they were beaten to death, and they couldn't do kidnapping work, so they could only act as a transit station to barely maintain their livelihood.

Where had this group of middlemen ever seen such a scene? The gangs only knew how to catch them back, but ignored that the organ traffickers couldn't even find a lead surgeon in a group. Raising a large group of vampires for nothing, the food was a considerable cost.

The gangs were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, but still decided to be self-reliant, cultivating professional talent themselves as they had in the past. The group of vampires who entered Cat Getan first were unlucky and all became materials for practicing knives.

But the discipline of anatomy isn't something that can be learned by holding the Buddha's feet at the last minute. The gangs couldn't bear to see such good raw materials slip away from their hands, so they sent a representative to the Iceberg Lounge to find Cobblepot.

Cobblepot didn't have a very good solution when he heard about this situation. In the end, Bruce proposed to send the vampires to Cat Getan Hospital once they were caught. Hundreds of lead surgeons in dozens of Cat Getan hospitals worked in shifts, only then barely taking on this wave of the Thirteen Clans' astonishingly powerful large-scale attack.

By the time the surgeons, organ traffickers, and even the gang drivers helping to transport materials were all tired to the point of vomiting blood, three giant cold storage warehouses were filled to the brim. Although vampires couldn't gather to be a fire, at least they were scattered like stars in the sky.

Of course, the vampires' large-scale attack also caused quite a bit of trouble for the gangs, weakening their active forces to a certain extent. It is foreseeable that the frequency of gang shootouts will definitely decrease in the coming period as they need to recuperate, which can be considered as creating a good public security environment for the upcoming music festival.

The thieves didn't achieve very good results in this round, mainly because the young vampires were relatively impulsive and had no money. Entering Cat Getan was just fighting, giving the thieves no chance to touch them, nor could they touch anything valuable.

But as the situation increasingly tilted towards Cat Getan's side, the true old-school European nobles finally couldn't sit still. The elders of the Thirteen Clans mobilized collectively, proposing to negotiate with Cat Getan's gangs.

Europe had been playing this routine for hundreds of years, nothing more than fighting first and then negotiating. Even if the situation was unfavorable to me, I could say I love peace, and if you don't talk, it's naturally because you are barbaric.

Throwing out bait during negotiations, promising benefits but not enough benefits, dividing the other side into pro-war and pro-peace factions, reducing their decision-making ability and speed, weakening their combat effectiveness, and then winning the target in one go on the front battlefield.

The plan was good, but the first step encountered a tiny problem—Cat Getan's gangs stated on the spot that they were barbaric.

The logic here is irrefutable. If they were civilized, how could they be gangs? And in this world, which gang loves peace?

Moral kidnapping failed, and the elders began to lure them with profit. Then they discovered that the gangs had long since completed a self-cycle of supporting war with war. First go up and kill, kill until the other side is defeated, then start catching, catch them back and send them directly to the hospital to the anatomy table, remove the organs and freeze them on the spot, use their own trucks to pull them to their own stalls to sell, and the profit of the whole process is at least ten times the value of the chips the blood clan could throw out.

The elders of the Thirteen Clans gritted their teeth, but were helpless. In the end, they used another move, public opinion offensive. But whether it was the occult community, Heaven, Hell, or any special dimension, once they heard they were scolding Cat Getan, they would only say "You just found out?" and "You say, why are you provoking it?".

After the three golden moves that were victorious in the civilized world hit a wall, the elders also knew that a tough battle had to be fought. And the greatest power they could rely on was their ancestor, Caine. As long as Caine bestowed blood upon them, he could greatly strengthen their power.

So what was Caine doing?

He was playing a game with Batman.

Just as the blood clan was attacking Cat Getan in full force, desperately trying to obtain the core fragments in Bruce's hands, Bruce secretly crossed the sea, ran out of Cat Getan, found Caine, and expressed that he wanted to play a game with him.

Which Joker could refuse Batman's invitation to play a game?

Thus, the blood clan ancestor Caine, who was pinned with high hopes by the Thirteen Clans, completely forgot that he still had a group of unlucky descendants waiting for him to save them, playing a game of "you chase me, you hide" with Batman every day.

But perhaps Caine didn't drink enough of Bruce's blood last time, or perhaps Bruce really wasn't crazy enough, leading to the Joker's insufficient aggression. So it was mainly Caine hiding, Caine concealing, creating one of the world's famous paintings—"Joker, where are you? You're not in London at all!"

One day after the war between vampires and Cat Getan reached a stalemate, a bright moon hung high over a small island on the outskirts of London. The dark Gothic castle spires were like swords overflowing with flowing light under the moonlight, and a black figure suddenly appeared at the top of the sword.

The mysterious silhouette had two pointed ears at the very top, and the body wrapped in a black cape was slender and elegant. With a "whoosh," the bat wings spread out, and the black figure rushed straight into the palace hall where they were feasting.

The elders of the Thirteen Clans were shocked. The Brujah leader almost dropped the wine glass in his hand. He stared fixedly at the newcomer, and a name spilled from his mouth: "Batman?!"

Strangely, Batman was not well-known in ordinary society, only becoming slightly popular due to Metropolis reports, but he was famous in the occult community, mainly because the unlucky demons were everywhere promoting how brutal this bat-monster was.

The elders of the Thirteen Clans didn't know that Batman was Bruce, so several people stood up, looked at Batman, and said: "Batman, what are you doing here?"

"I bring you news of the blood clan ancestor, Caine." Batman's low, hoarse voice echoed in the hall.

Several elders' eyes lit up instantly. They thought Batman was entrusted by Caine to bring them news.

Just as the elders were thinking this, Batman looked up at a blood-red eye decoration hanging on the wall in the center of the hall, and at the same time said in a cold tone.

"I have buried a large bomb under the palace in advance. Do not question my level. It can blow your descendants and this island into the sky together. No magic can resist the power of this explosion."

Batman raised his eyes, revealed a smile, and said.

"So, Joker, it's time to make a choice."