There's a Spy Among Us

Bruce Wayne.

Oliver Queen.

Ra's al Ghul looked at the comprehensive evaluation reports of the two men on the table, quite pleased to have discovered two outstanding prospects.

"Given time, they will surely become capable generals under my command."

Of course, their value was far more than it appeared on the surface.

Bruce was the heir to Wayne Group, a corporation valued at hundreds of billions, with family businesses spread throughout Gotham City.

Oliver was no less impressive. He was one of the heirs to Queen Group, a colossal enterprise worth tens of billions and entrenched in Star City.

Although Oliver was not the sole heir, Ra's al Ghul was confident that, with his intervention, Oliver could take control of Queen Group.

With the financial backing of the two major groups, The League of Assassins' grand ambitions would proceed smoothly.

In fact, according to the plot's development, his two daughters would end up pregnant with Bruce and Oliver's children.

Whistle—

The sudden whistle interrupted Ra's al Ghul's fantasies.

Looking over, he saw Allen leaning against the window.

"What is it?"

His pleasant mood instantly vanished, and Ra's al Ghul's expression darkened.

Why hasn't that lunatic been dealt with yet? What is Nyssa doing?

"Boss, I discovered a secret."

Allen climbed in through the window, using both hands and feet.

Ra's al Ghul took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the emotions on the verge of erupting, and reminded him, "You can use the door."

The window was only a few steps from the doorway. Only someone seriously ill would climb through a window.

"In our line of work, we never take the usual path," Allen said as if it were only natural.

Ra's al Ghul wisely did not dwell on the matter. Arguing with a lunatic would only make him seem like one himself.

"What secret?"

"Boss, there's a spy among us."

Allen looked furtive, his expression unusually serious.

"There's a spy among us?"

Ra's al Ghul's gaze sharpened, his face turning sinister as he calmly looked at Allen and waited for the details.

There's a spy among us.

Hearing those words from someone else unexpectedly triggered the peculiar circuitry in Allen's mind.

A Nike smile involuntarily spread across Allen's face. He said meaningfully, "I never expected you to enjoy Japanese specialties too, Boss. And spy-themed ones at that. So you're one of us."

Listen to yourself. What are you even saying?!

Ra's al Ghul clenched his fists within his sleeves, almost wondering whether he had lived so long that he had become senile.

"Seriously, among the older generation, I recommend Teacher Tanaka and Teacher Okita. Among the newer generation, I recommend Old Fukada and Teacher Yuzuriha. It's just a shame none of them made any uncensored series."

Once the topic came up, Allen became like an old driver with no brakes.

"Get out. I have work to do."

"Aww."

Ra's al Ghul's expression was dark as water. There was no doubt he was genuinely about to kill him.

Allen obediently climbed back out through the window, refusing to use the door no matter what.

Covering his head with one hand, Ra's al Ghul could not bear to look. He decided to leave and bring back two promising recruits, while taking the opportunity to relax and ease his mood.

If he dealt with that lunatic a few more times, he feared he would become so angry that he triggered Serpent's Blood's side effects.

"Teacher Bodo's stuff is pretty good too, though she's getting old."

"Get lost!"

Allen came back just to add that one last comment, and Ra's al Ghul instantly roared in fury.

That night, The Ninja Master left Snow Mountain Base.

In his room, Allen was applying ointment to his face when he suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I forgot to tell the boss there's a Hydra spy. Honestly, we're all men here. Why pretend to be so proper? It's not like anyone hasn't watched porn."

However, when he woke up the next day, Allen had already forgotten all about it.

Character: Allen (1/10)

Class: Lv30 Thief

Skills

Lv5 Weapon Mastery: Accuracy +5, Strength +5

Lv1 Shadow Blade: As level increases, speed and damage increase by 10%.

Shadow Stealth: Actively enter an invisible state. Automatically exits invisibility upon entering combat or being attacked.

Shadow Will: While invisible, sneak attacks deal double damage.

Grappling Hook Claws: Equip rope claws as a secondary weapon, usable for climbing heights of up to 20 meters.

Time: The League of Assassins, 1981.

Requirement: Reach Lv120 in the current class to return to the original timeline.

...

During the days without The Ninja Master overseeing things, Snow Mountain Base was turned upside down in less than ten days.

As Allen accumulated experience through battles, his class level shot straight up to level thirty.

Even Nyssa and Talia joining forces might not be able to defeat him.

The things an unrestrained lunatic could do were simply terrifying.

The warriors dining in the cafeteria began foaming at the mouth midway through their meals.

Allen proudly stepped forward and admitted that he had carefully prepared Chinese cuisine for everyone, thoughtfully adding Chinese toothpaste.

Or he would sprinkle chili powder into other people's drying underwear, calling it a way to train everyone's vigilance.

Bang!

"Allen, I'm going to kill you!"

A warrior covered from head to toe in shit searched the base for Allen, gripping a sharp battle blade.

"I know you're angry, but calm down first."

Nyssa shouted from far away in an attempt to soothe him. The stench was simply too overpowering for her to get close.

Numerous warriors looked on sympathetically, secretly grateful that they were not the unlucky one.

The lunatic had set a firecracker trap in the outhouse, blasting the poor man full of shit.

"You're telling me to calm down? You weren't the one blasted! Easy for you to say! Today, it's either him or me!"

Hearing her subordinate's despairing roar, Nyssa did not know what to do either.

Honestly, she truly regretted picking him up in the first place.

She had brought back an ancestor.

"What happened? Why is it so lively?"

Allen came around the corner with his mouth stuffed full of bananas, cheeks bulging as he kept cramming more in as though someone might steal them from him.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing his enemy appear, the warrior was about to charge forward and fight him to the death.

"Calm down first. Don't come any closer."

Everyone drew their weapons and watched in terror.

They were not protecting Allen. They simply did not want to get shit on themselves.

Allen continued eating bananas as if none of this concerned him. As he forcefully swallowed a huge mouthful, his throat bulged in a swollen ring.

Gulp!

It went down successfully, though his face turned pale from choking.

Why didn't he choke to death right there? Quite a few people had the same thought.

"Oh, right, I remember there are two firecracker traps."

Bang!

"Ah... Allen, die!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, another lucky victim triggered a trap.

Rapid footsteps approached. Talia, covered in shit, walked over and swept her gaze across the room before locking onto Allen. She ordered, "Everyone, listen up. Take Allen down."

"Yes!"

They had waited for that command for a long time.

At last, someone with authority had issued the order.

Pairs of eyes glared at Allen, each of them wishing they could devour him alive.

"Hidden weapon."

Allen tossed a banana peel beneath the feet of the warrior charging at the front, then happily turned and ran, laughing like a silver bell. "Hehehe... come catch me!"

"Hack him to death!"

"Stab him to death!"

"Drown him in the latrine!"

Inside the infirmary.

Chelsea ground medicinal herbs. Listening to the commotion outside, she could not help but sigh. "It hasn't been this lively in many years. Allen really is an interesting little fellow."

The base used to be lifeless, with everyone strictly adhering to rules of self-discipline.

Recently, it had become incredibly lively and cheerful.

Crash!

Just as Chelsea was reminiscing about the past, someone flew in horizontally through the window and heavily smashed the medicinal herbs she had just processed.

Seeing a day's hard work ruined, Chelsea's anger flared. She raised her pestle and ground her teeth. "A lunatic is a lunatic. Mental guidance is useless. He needs physical treatment."

The traditional chinese medicine practitioner, over seventy years old, resolutely joined the hunting party.