Chapter 890: Borrowing an Airship

He stared in disbelief, his voice involuntarily pitching higher, even cracking slightly.

Just borrowing an airship?

He looked at the dilapidated building, wanting to cry but having no tears left.

The once-glamorous ground floor of Wayne Tower was now a pile of ruins.

The load-bearing pillars were snapped, bulletproof glass shattered all over the floor, and there were patches of swamp and charred lightning strike marks everywhere.

More than twenty Level 60 elites lay sprawled across pools of blood.

Even his greatest trump card, Edman, who ranked in the top five of the Free Federation, ended up decapitated.

As a result, the other party made such a huge fuss, demolished his lair, and slaughtered his subordinates, just to borrow an airship?!

Wayne roared frantically in his heart, his heart bleeding.

You should have said so earlier!

If you wanted to borrow an airship, a phone call, a text message, or even sending a subordinate to give word would have been enough—I could have personally driven a four-star luxury airship and delivered it to you!

Why did it have to come to this?!

Borrowing an airship demolished the building, and even Edman died here so bewilderingly.

If Zhou Huai heard these inner thoughts, he would definitely shrug innocently.

You cannot blame me for this; who told your subordinates to be so unreasonable?

Wayne had been struggling in Gotham City for many years and was well-versed in reading expressions.

He acutely caught a glimmer of survival revealed in Zhou Huai's words.

As long as the other party had a request, he still had a way to live.

"A private airship? Easy! This is too easy!"

Wayne quickly suppressed his fear, forcing a flattering smile onto his pale face.

He rubbed his hands repeatedly, putting on an extremely low posture.

"If Your Excellency wants to borrow one, I will definitely lend it! Not to mention an airship, even if you want the entire airship formation, I will transfer it over for you immediately!"

Wayne spoke at a rapid pace, afraid that Zhou Huai would go back on his word, completely devoid of the majesty of the mayor of Gotham City.

"I will arrange it for Your Excellency right now! I guarantee to prepare the best airship for you at the fastest speed!"

He flurriedly took out a magic cellphone from his tattered suit pocket, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, almost dropping the phone.

He quickly held it steady with both hands and dialed the encrypted channel.

As for revenge? Even the SS-Rank Expert Edman, who ranked in the top five of the Free Federation, was killed with a single sword strike by the other party's subordinate swordsman; he could not generate the slightest thought of resistance at all.

Now he just wanted to send away this god of slaughter at all costs.

As long as the other party was willing to leave Gotham City, he would do anything.

"Hello! It is me! Immediately notify Airship Dock Number One and prepare the 'Night Monarch' for me! Highest specifications! All personnel in position!"

Wayne roared into the cellphone, his voice cracking slightly.

The subordinate on the other end of the line asked cautiously:

"Mayor, the 'Night Monarch' is your personal exclusive mount; did you not say that without your personal authorization, anyone…"

"Stop talking fucking nonsense! I told you to prepare it, so prepare it! I give you twenty minutes to complete all pre-flight self-checks! If you delay the distinguished guest's schedule, I will throw all of you into Gotham Bay to feed the fish!"

Wayne roared and hung up the phone, turning back to face Zhou Huai with a flattering smile instantly piled up again.

"Your Excellency, it has been arranged properly; please rest for a moment."

Under Wayne's strict order, the subordinates worked with extremely high efficiency.

In less than half an hour, the airship dock was ready, and the private luxury car for pickup was steadily parked at the dilapidated entrance of Wayne Tower.

"Your Excellency, the car is ready, please."

Wayne smiled all over his face, trotted to the entrance of the building, personally opened the door of the extended bulletproof Demonic Energy luxury car, protected the roof of the car with one hand, and bent over to welcome Zhou Huai and Eliza into the car.

Eliza sat on the leather seat, looking at the cringing mayor of Gotham City outside the car, feeling dazed.

This was Bruce Wayne, a big figure who could shake the Free Federation, and now he was actually opening the car door for them like a servant.

Zhou Huai calmly sat in the back seat.

How could Wayne dare to sit with him?

He quickly ran to the front, slipped into the front passenger seat, and roared at the driver:

"Drive! Go to Airship Dock Number One! Drive steadily, do not bump the distinguished guest!"

The luxury car started and drove onto the streets of Gotham City.

At this time, Gotham City was falling into chaos due to the rumor of the old Holy Lord's fall, and the streets were full of traces of magic bombardment.

In order to seize territory, major Gangs and underground forces were fiercely fighting.

At the intersection ahead, the Red Skull Gang and the Viper Gang were fighting to the death.

Hundreds of high-tier Professionals were hurling magic at each other, and the center of the street was tightly blocked by scrapped cars and defensive positions.

The boss of the Red Skull Gang, "Blood Blade," was holding a giant axe and preparing to release a finishing move.

A subordinate beside him suddenly pointed at the black motorcade driving from afar, his voice trembling:

"Boss! Look! It is the W logo! It is Mayor Wayne's car!"

Blood Blade turned his head abruptly, and when he saw the extended luxury car clearly, his expression changed drastically.

"Ceasefire! Everyone fucking ceasefire!"

Blood Blade forcibly interrupted his finishing move, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, but ignoring the internal injuries from the backlash, he roared at his subordinates:

"Move the roadblocks away! Hurry up! Do not block Mayor Wayne's way!"

The opposing Viper Gang also discovered the abnormality.

The boss of the Viper Gang even threw away his staff and shouted:

"Quick! Push those scrapped cars to both sides! Move fast, do you want to die?!"

The two Gangs that were fighting to the death a second ago instantly declared a truce.

Hundreds of Gang members desperately cleared the road, pushed away the scrapped cars, and quickly disarmed the magic traps.

When the luxury car drove through the intersection, the battlefield was dead silent.

Hundreds of people stood on both sides of the street, lowering their heads one after another, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Until the luxury car drove far away completely, Blood Blade and the boss of the Viper Gang breathed a sigh of relief.

The two looked at each other, their eyes turning fierce again.

"Kill them!"

"Keep fighting!"

The roar of magic erupted once again.

This scene played out repeatedly along the way.

The luxury car sped all the way, unimpeded in the chaotic city.

As soon as the warring Gangs saw Bruce's car, they immediately stopped fighting and made way, continuing their fight only after the car had driven far away.

Wayne's dominance in Gotham City was evident.

Eliza looked out the window, her heart shocked.

She turned to Zhou Huai and lowered her voice:

"Sir, did you see that? This is Mayor Wayne's power in Gotham."

"Those Gangs are all ruthless outlaws who do not blink at killing and even dare to attack the Holy See's Knights, but in front of Wayne's car, they do not even dare to raise their heads."

"Here, he is an irrefutable god."

There was awe in Eliza's voice.

However, as soon as her voice fell, Wayne, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, suddenly turned his head.

He wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and showed a flattering smile to Zhou Huai.

"Your Excellency, are you satisfied with the temperature in this car? Do you need me to help adjust the backrest of the seat? Would you like me to pour you a glass of the finest-vintage Crimson Demonic Wine to quench your thirst?"

Wayne deliberately softened his voice, afraid of disturbing Zhou Huai.

Eliza looked at this scene, stunned on the spot.

A second ago she was still marveling at Wayne's power, and the next second this underground emperor had become so humble.

Even a figure like this had to wag his tail and beg for mercy; just what kind of sacred being was this gentleman?

More than an hour later, the vehicle drove out of the urban area and arrived at the private airship dock in the suburbs.

The gate slowly opened, and the huge apron was paved with obsidian floor tiles, densely covered with magic defense towers around it, and hundreds of fully armed guards were waiting in full battle array.