Chapter 764: Cat Getan Spring Breeze (Part 1)

In the grand hall of the Gode family manor, Lady Gode let out a sigh of relief. Stroking her chest, she said, "Thank goodness, this Commissioner Gordon is somewhat reliable. The security consultant he brought along discovered that thief in time, preventing her from wandering around my home."

"I told you long ago that you were making a mountain out of a molehill." Leon sat on the sofa and lit a cigar for himself, then said, "It was just a petty thief; how could she possibly shake the foundation of the Gode family? You are always so jumpy. How are we supposed to complete the Great Monarch's cause?"

At the mention of this, Lady Gode sighed, sat on the other side of the sofa, and said with some trepidation, "I know, of course I know. His Majesty has great ambition, but... that order from the shipyard... I mean, if it were discovered, we would all be finished..."

"What are you afraid of?" Leon casually picked up a newspaper from the side and fanned himself, saying, "Who would dare to search your shipyard? Even the Godfather, without a proper reason, wouldn't do such a thing..."

Lady Gode breathed a slight sigh of relief and said, "That is true. After all, the gangs also have to follow the rules. If they were to barge into my family's factory to search without cause, they would lose their prestige..."

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Leon curled his lip. From the bottom of his heart, he looked down upon Lady Gode's stingy demeanor. He said, "You should dedicate everything to the Great Monarch, rather than just coveting that bit of return. When he rules the world, only those who have given enough will receive enough rewards!"

Lady Gode appeared somewhat hesitant. Initially, when Leon approached her, he only said he wanted to borrow her family's shipyard to build some contraband—specifically, parts for heavy weaponry—but he would give her a large sum of money and many valuable collectibles.

Just as the rumors outside suggested, in the previous few months, the Gode family's capital turnover had run into problems. After all, with the snowstorm arriving and traffic being affected, every industry found it hard to avoid the cold winter.

Although not particularly critical, it could significantly affect the next quarter's revenue. Lady Gode, never satisfied, wanted to maintain the family's cash flow, and at this moment, she ran into Leon, who had volunteered his services.

At the very beginning, Leon's attitude was very sycophantic, and Lady Gode felt like she was floating on air. However, as Lady Gode became more deeply involved, Leon's attitude underwent a significant change, which made Lady Gode feel very dissatisfied, yet she dared not speak out.

After all, judging by the gifts given by the Great Monarch, he was indeed a wealthy and powerful mysterious figure. Those precious collectibles were not things one could get just by having money. Lady Gode even suspected that the family to which the Great Monarch belonged might be an ancient, reclusive clan; otherwise, there was no way to explain his possession of so many heirloom collectibles.

Having already boarded the pirate ship, Lady Gode knew she could only go down this path to the end. Therefore, she gritted her teeth and said, "The project is nearing its end. Tomorrow, I will arrange a car accident to make the engineer in charge of this project disappear completely, and then burn all the detailed blueprints and project engineering sheets..."

Leon wore a helpless expression and said, "Stop thinking about that shipyard of yours! Don't you think that little thief called Catwoman could be utilized?"

"Catwoman?" Lady Gode wore a puzzled expression, but then, she suddenly realized and said, "You mean, you want her to replace Vicki and go win over those socialites for you?"

"Exactly." Leon nodded, stood up from the sofa, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the scenery outside, saying, "Just now, when the police took her away, I observed her. She is definitely a great beauty; I'm afraid she is much prettier than Vicki..."

"I know that group of people on the West Coast. They have absolutely no resistance to such beauties. If she could be under our control and whisper sweet nothings to those socialites, then the Great Monarch's cause would be much smoother..."

"But would she be coerced by us?" Lady Gode frowned and said, "These cat burglars in Cat Getan are all lawless..."

Leon snorted coldly and said, "I don't believe she isn't afraid of going to jail. I know these little thieves from the slums too well. As long as we give the police some benefits and let them scare her with guns, she will definitely agree to all our demands, terrified. If I go personally... Hmph!"

Lady Gode was still hesitating, but Leon had already picked up the phone. Within a second, he put on that smiling expression and said to the other end of the line, "Hello? Cat Getan Police Department? Yes, I am the victim from just now..."

"... Yes, I just wanted to ask, how is the interrogation of that little thief going? Lady Gode is very angry, and she hopes that this petty thief can be severely punished... That's right, we intend to have a face-to-face meeting. Good, I'll go to the Cat Getan Police Department right now!"

Leon put down the phone, turned to Lady Gode, and said, "You go handle the matters at the shipyard. I'm going to the police station. When I return, everything will be back on track."

Watching Leon's departing back, Lady Gode gritted her teeth, picked up the phone, and said, "Help me contact that truck driver... Yes, the one from the midnight legend circulating recently, the Joker truck driver. Have him manufacture a car accident. It would be best if he could smash that engineer to pieces!"

After hanging up the phone, Lady Gode felt her hands trembling. Although she had been in the business world for so many years, she had never actually committed murder-for-hire. But at the same time, she felt a sense of relief, because as long as the person was dead, that transaction would never be known to anyone.

Lady Gode felt that everything had been going very smoothly recently.

Although the plan to control Vicki had not succeeded, a substitute, Catwoman, had appeared soon after. Her daughter's side was also progressing smoothly and had already made contact with Bruce Wayne; perhaps she would soon attract his attention. As long as she could settle the shipyard business, then perhaps she could truly follow the Great Monarch and control unimaginable power.

The next morning, Schiller woke up early and finished his breakfast at a very fast pace. He didn't even read the newspaper. Before Merkel could react, Schiller had already put on his coat, picked up his umbrella, and was ready to go out.

Merkel looked suspiciously at Schiller's hurried departing back. He turned to look at the clock on the wall; it was only 6:30 in the morning.

Ignoring Merkel, who was once again shocked by his mysterious schedule, Schiller drove to Cat Getan University—or, to be precise, the Vocational College of Cat Getan University.

Victor happened to be there to deliver something. Seeing Schiller, he was very shocked. He walked up and asked, "Why are you here now? Why did you wake up so early today?"

"Don't ask. Where are the students?"

"In the dorms, of course. At this hour, they haven't woken up yet." Victor turned his head to see that the vast majority of the lights in the teaching building were off. Clearly, the students inside were sleeping soundly.

Schiller walked quickly into the dormitory building. Victor chased after him. Schiller held his umbrella in one hand and snapped his fingers with the other. With a "Ding," a halo appeared above his head.

In Victor's shocked gaze, Schiller grabbed the halo and pulled it down.

Then he began to bang on the doors of the dorms one by one: "Bang, bang, bang!"

"Get up! Get up! What time is it? Hurry up and go to class!

Assemble in the large classroom! Don't let me find out that any of you didn't show up!

!"

"Wake up! It's dawn!

" Schiller waved the halo in his hand, and the entire dormitory became brightly lit. Everyone was squinting their eyes, looking confused. Schiller pointed at each bed one by one and said, "Get up quickly! Stop sleeping in! Assemble in the large classroom!"

"Bang, bang, bang! Wake up! Wake up! Everyone get up for me! Look what time it is now?!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Get up quickly!

!"

Not until he had woken up all the students on both floors did Schiller carry his umbrella and walk quickly down the stairs. Victor chased after him, asking, "Schiller, what kind of madness are you having?"

Schiller ignored him and just walked quickly into the large classroom downstairs. Standing in front of the podium, he looked at his watch and said, "Help me record it. Record all the students who didn't arrive before 7 o'clock. Tonight, I will personally visit the bosses of their respective districts."

Victor stared at him with wide eyes. However, Schiller's wake-up service just now had been very effective. That halo was simply too bright; most people were woken up by such a commotion.

Recalling Schiller's notorious reputation, they all scrambled out of bed and arrived at the classroom.

Although everyone was sleepy and swaying, at least they had arrived. However, because it was so sudden, many people hadn't reacted in time. Therefore, when the 7 o'clock bell rang, only about half the students were in the classroom; about one-third had not arrived.

Schiller took the student list from the teaching assistant who had just arrived, compared the list with the photos, and recorded the absent students one by one. By 7:30, the late students finally arrived, sitting in their seats with sleepy eyes.

Once everyone had arrived, Schiller tapped the podium desk lightly, attracting everyone's attention. Quite a few students who had already woken up listened attentively, because they had heard of this professor's name but had never actually attended his class. They were very curious about what Schiller was going to talk about.

"Today, let's talk about the issue of learning attitude," Schiller said, standing in front of the podium and looking at everyone.

"Perhaps you think I'm crazy, dragging you out of bed at 6 in the morning to talk to you about these completely meaningless topics."

"Yes, many people will think that what I'm saying here is meaningless. You are here to learn skills. With this time, you should be familiarizing yourselves more with the performance of cars, understanding the distribution of wires, or going directly to practice in the field..."

"But unfortunately, I must tell you that during these two days of listening to lectures, I discovered a very serious matter: some people's learning attitude has major problems."

Schiller's tone was very serious. Several students sitting in the front row shivered in unison, then looked at each other, not knowing whose attitude was the problem.

A black girl with rings all over her ears glanced at another girl sitting diagonally in front of her. She had long, light-gold hair and was wearing a dress that was out of place with everyone else. At this moment, she was sleeping soundly on the desk.

And the few burly boys sitting closer to her also cast glances in that direction, exchanging their views with their eyes.

"Tracy Gode." Schiller called out the name directly, and Miss Gode, who was sleeping on the desk, didn't move.

Seeing Schiller's expression, the female student next to her hurriedly shook Tracy awake. Tracy opened her eyes in a daze, and the moment she met Schiller's gaze, it was like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, and she instantly woke up.

"Miss Gode, please answer me a question: what are you here for?" Schiller asked, looking at her.

"I... I'm here to go to school," Tracy answered somewhat blankly.

"Is that so? Are you really here to learn?" Schiller asked again. He stared into Tracy's eyes and repeated the question. This was a very forceful interrogation technique.

Tracy was silent for a while, then said, "... I suppose so."

"I can tell you that you are not here to learn. You were sent to this school by your mother for other purposes."

Having visited the Gode manor last night, Schiller naturally knew that Lady Gode probably had a mysterious plan, and her daughter was also a part of that plan.

Schiller's voice turned cold. He looked at Tracy, whose face was flushed, and said in a low tone:

"However, I don't care about your purpose. As long as you are still here, there is only one thing you can do: immerse yourself in great learning." ===== CHAPTER 765 =====