Chapter 186 Mother Box News
"You..."
Everyone was dumbfounded by the change in front of them.
First, Mr. Blair was furious and wanted to beat up a middle school kid, and then Mr. Bruce Wayne, who had returned, was even more furious and directly twisted the arm of Mr. Blair, the richest businessman in Philadelphia.
"Cool!" Billy was the first person to react after a short stagnation: "This is really cool."
He was so carried away that he pulled his stinky feet out of his shoes that he had not yet put on completely, and then tried to step on Blair who was lying on the ground. Of course, his adoptive father Victor Vasquez picked him up from behind.
"Hey, let me go!"
Billy opened his hands and fluttered around, but he couldn't change the fact that he was being pulled back by the middle-aged man wearing glasses.
"This is crazy!"
"This is not fun at all." But then he heard the voice of his adoptive father Victor Vasquez.
After he pulled Billy to the back, he and Principal Peach went forward to help Blair who was lying on the ground.
"This is intentional injury." The middle-aged man with glasses said very seriously.
He looked at the burly Bruce Wayne without fear. Only when they stood close enough did Billy realize that his adoptive father was half a head shorter than Mr. Wayne.
Billy realized that the atmosphere was a little stagnant.
"Get out of the way." He heard Mr. Wayne say to his adoptive father: "Don't get in my way... sir."
Billy almost felt that his heart skipped a beat. Mr. Wayne was so scary when he squinted, like a huge bat spreading his wings.
"Sorry, I can't do it."
But his adoptive father answered the burly rich man.
He spoke clearly and argued without retreating:
"You can't attack Mr. Blair anymore. He should be punished or pay the price, but not in this way, not in front of the children."
Billy began to worry that his adoptive father would be beaten - damn, why should I worry about this? But it's another boarding family...
"Oh my God, my arm is broken..."
Billy lowered his head and saw Mr. Blair groaning in pain.
His arm was abnormally twisted, and it hurt to look at it. His arrogant face just now turned pale because of the severe pain, and he bent on the ground like a prawn.
Billy sighed.
Well, he knew it was cowardly, right? The man lying on the ground wanted to attack him just now, but now he had to speak for this scumbag...
Billy shook his head.
He is a sensible child. Even if he acts like he is heartless and doesn't understand anything, he still knows where the limit of doing things is after being transferred to dozens of boarding families over the years.
He could fight with Mr. Blair's son, and even scold him directly because he was young.
But breaking his arm directly... This was obviously beyond the limits of ordinary conflicts.
Maybe Mr. Bruce Wayne attacked Mr. Blair out of indignation, but would he stay in Philadelphia forever? No, but Mr. Blair would.
He had to... He had to consider his adoptive father.
So he hesitated: "Mr. Wayne, you..."
"Mr. Blair, are you going to call the police?"
But Billy heard Mr. Wayne's voice the next moment: "Just tell me, and this child... Your name is Billy Batson, right?"
"Ah, yes. Yes, sir." Billy said a little stutteringly.
He lowered his head, and from his angle, he could just see the expression on Mr. Blair's face.
The bitterness mixed with pain made Billy shudder. It was the first time he saw someone with such an expression. Although it was difficult for him to confirm what this expression meant due to his age, he still felt extremely uncomfortable.
But soon, such an expression melted away on Mr. Blair's face.
Billy saw that when he turned his head to face Mr. Wayne, he changed his face completely.
"No, I don't plan to call the police at all."
He showed a flattering look on his face, swallowing the slightest pain into his stomach, like a pug: "Please rest assured."
"Huh?" Billy said: "But your arms are broken!"
"I broke it myself!" Mr. Blair's face actually showed a trace of anxiety: "It has nothing to do with Mr. Wayne!"
"Mr. Blair, if you want to call the police, I can..."
Principal Peach helped him up from the ground, but before he finished speaking, Blair, whose two arms were completely broken, struggled to break free from the support.
Blair's decision was very decisive. Since he was determined not to fall out with Bruce Wayne, he would carry it through to the end.
He forced a smile and laughed with a relaxed look: "I was indeed wrong this time, I admit it, hahahaha!"
Laughing, his face was a little distorted. He had always been pampered and had never suffered such a big crime.
"Hahahahaha, I broke my arm by myself. Mr. Wayne and I are friendly partners, hahahaha, we have a great relationship!" When he lied with his eyes open and said the last sentence, he tried his best to control himself from showing a gritting of teeth.
Then he saw a smile on Bruce Wayne's lips again.
This made him feel relieved.
This level was passed. As long as the partnership with Wayne Group was not lost, the loss would not be too serious. It was worth his self-torture.
He was so stupid! He knew that Mr. Bruce Wayne had just left not long ago, but he was actually acting arrogantly in the principal's office. The prospect of cooperating with Wayne Group and becoming a bigger tycoon made him so excited that he could not tolerate any disobedience.
As a result, he was seen by Mr. Wayne and almost made things worse. Such behavior was too, too, too stupid.
But fortunately, it can be remedied.
"I will never call the police." He repeatedly assured: "Absolutely not."
"Really? But I will call the police."
"......?"
Click.
Mr. Blair's smile froze on his face.
Before he could react, he found that his broken arms were suddenly handcuffed by Mr. Bruce, and then the next second, several men in black suits filed in, followed by two policemen.
Blair stared blankly at the leader in the black suit who walked up to Bruce Wayne: "Mr. Wayne, thank you for helping us catch him."
"You..."
Mr. Blair had a vague guess in his heart, but he didn't want to believe it.
"Hey, Mr. Bruce, you just like to joke, this is..."
Looking at Mr. Bruce Wayne, the other party still had a smile on his face. This smile made him think he had passed the test a few seconds ago, but now it only brought him a chill.
Bruce Wayne did not answer his question.
"Mr. Wayne? Mr. Wayne?"
When the two policemen came over, he finally broke out, with fear in his voice:
"Why do you arrest me? Who are you?"
"What are you doing? Ouch!"
He cried out in pain, and the two policemen who clamped him on the left and right touched his broken arm. He didn't dare to move anymore, just stared at Bruce Wayne blankly. "Mr. Wayne, what's going on?"
Then the next second, Blair saw the man in a black suit next to Bruce Wayne take out his ID: "IRS."
"Internal Revenue Service,"
The other party deliberately explained in detail what he did, which was more like a mockery than an explanation: "Affiliated to the U.S. Treasury Department."
Then, Bruce Wayne's voice followed:
"When I was negotiating business with you on behalf of the Wayne Group, Mr. Blair, I unfortunately discovered that your company had a tax problem, and it was a big one. It's enough to send you and your accountants to jail for more than ten years."
Blair turned his head and looked at Bruce Wayne.
"How can a large enterprise like the Wayne Group cooperate with a company suspected of tax evasion? So I reported you."
"And because you have the ability and habit of holding a gun, in order to prevent you from resisting arrest, Mr. Bruce Wayne took the initiative to volunteer and is willing to use his identity to let you let down your guard, so as to arrest you more easily-"
"In fact, such a thing is not compliant, but it is also compliant in case of emergency." Blair heard Wayne interject: "I asked some friends for help, and then donated a few hundred million yuan. They finally agreed to let me experience the addiction of arresting people with my own hands."
He said with lingering thoughts: "Very interesting!"
"How dare you, how dare you..."
Mr. Blair was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You asked me for those documents in the name of cooperating with my company before, but in fact..."
"That's right, Mr. Bruce handed them all to us. Otherwise, with your accounting ability, we wouldn't have the chance to catch you so easily."
What the black suit said made Blair He even wanted to vomit blood: "But you are so stupid as to give Mr. Wayne your real accounts, which is equivalent to confessing to us directly."
"You..." Blair desperately turned his brain: "You... You can't destroy your reputation because of me, Mr. Wayne."
He said very quickly: "I trusted you and gave you my company's data, but you directly handed them over to the tax bureau and sent me to prison!"
He quickly said: "No one will dare to submit real data to you in the future, because all companies will have more or less tax problems, you are destroying your reputation-"
He quickly tried to save himself: "I apologize to you, sincerely apologize, but this should not be my ending!!!"
At the end, he could no longer maintain his superficial politeness, and roared at the top of his lungs: "How dare you, how dare you?!"
But the next second he was shocked by the police with an electric baton and screamed, one on the left and one on the right, ignoring his broken arm, and directly carried him away.
"Puff." Billy heard Mr. Bruce sneer.
"You can't even do legal tax avoidance, and you still want to cooperate with the Wayne family?"
He turned his head and smiled friendly at the remaining three people present.
He was as gentle as a brown bear, and then extended his hand to Billy's adoptive father: "I am Bruce Wayne, nice to meet you."
Billy's adoptive father Victor extended his hand somewhat embarrassedly:
"Victor Vasquez."
"Mr. Vasquez, your courage makes me look sideways." Adoptive father Victor heard Mr. Bruce say: "Not everyone has the courage to refute me."
"Oh my God, Mr. Wayne, didn't you come to our school because of Mr. Blair, the richest man in Philadelphia?"
Principal Peach's voice interrupted their conversation.
The red-haired old woman covered her forehead, feeling that what was happening in front of her made her almost faint.
"If...if it wasn't for Mr. Blair, why did you come to our small high school?"
"Oh, don't be modest, Fawcett High School should be one of the best high schools in Philadelphia, and the purpose of my coming here..."
Everyone's eyes followed Chen Tao and stopped on Billy Batson, who was confused.
"Are you for Billy?"
Principal Peach opened his mouth, and what happened in just a few minutes made him almost at a loss for words.
"Mr. Bruce, but he is just an ordinary..."
Adoptive father Victor Vasquez wanted to say something, but was stopped by Chen Tao.
"Of course not, Billy, you know why I came to you, don't you?"
Billy felt his heart beating very fast.
"...Solomon's wisdom, Hercules' strength, Atlas' endurance, Zeus's power, Achilles' courage, Mercury's speed..."
The old wizard's voice exploded in Billy's ears, making him feel a little dizzy.
"The world needs you, Billy, the world needs your strength. Just like ancient heroes like Hercules and Achilles."
He heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say: "Are you sure you want to listen to me here?"
"No, no, Mr. Wayne."
Billy immediately stood up, and then looked at his adoptive father with pleading eyes: "Please Victor, let's talk about this somewhere else."
"You..." Adoptive father Victor's mind was also confused. He looked at Bruce Wayne standing there, and then looked at his adopted son.
He has never felt that the world in front of him is so strange.
"Okay." He said.
"But as your guardian, you must explain this to me afterwards."
Ding ding ding ding ding ding...
But at this moment, Chen Tao's communication rang.
Chen Tao walked to the side.
As soon as he answered the call, he heard the other party say:
"Batman, new news, we found the Mother Box."
"The government has been hiding the news from us, but we still managed to track it down."
The voice of Dick Grayson, the former first-generation Robin and current Nightwing, rang in Chen Tao's ears: "It is now in the American Interstellar Laboratory."
"The scientist who led the research on the Mother Box is called Silas Stone."
"And his son Victor Stone is one of the targets you told us to keep a close eye on."