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, very satisfied with having discovered two excellent prospects.

"In time, they will surely become capable subordinates under my command."

Of course, the value of both was far more than what met the eye.

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

Oliver was no less, being one of the heirs to the Queen Group, an enterprise worth tens of billions, a colossus entrenched in Star City.

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

Relying on the funds of these two major corporations, the grand undertaking of the League of Assassins would proceed smoothly and without a hitch.

In fact, according to the progression of events, their daughters had gotten pregnant by Bruce and Oliver.

Hiss hiss

A sudden whistle interrupted Ra's al Ghul's reverie.

He looked over and saw Allen leaning against the window.

"Something wrong?"

Instantly, his pleasant mood vanished, and Ra's al Ghul's face darkened.

He thought about how the mentally ill patient hadn't been dealt with, wondering what Nyssa was doing.

"Boss, I discovered a secret."

Allen scrambled through the window with his hands and feet.

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

The window was only a few steps from the door; one would have to be quite ill to climb through the window.

"In our line of work, we never take the conventional path," Allen said matter-of-factly.

Ra's al Ghul wisely chose not to dwell on the issue; arguing with a mentally ill person would make him seem just as ill.

"What secret?"

"Boss, we have a spy among us."

Allen looked particularly serious, acting sneakily.

"A spy among us?"

Ra's al Ghul's eyes sharpened, his expression turning sinister. He looked at Allen calmly, waiting for him to elaborate.

Spy.

Hearing those words from someone else suddenly triggered Allen's peculiar thought process.

A "Nike" smile involuntarily appeared on Allen's face, and he said meaningfully, "I didn't expect Boss to also enjoy Japanese specialties, especially those with spy plots. So, we're kindred spirits."

You yourself, listen to what you're saying!

Ra's al Ghul clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves, half-doubting if he had lived too long and become senile.

"Seriously, among the older generation, I recommend Teacher Tanaka and Teacher Okita. Among the new generation, I recommend Teacher Fukada and Teacher Yugiri. It's a shame none of them have released uncensored series."

Once he started talking about this topic, Allen was like an old driver who couldn't hit the brakes.

"You get out, I have things to do."

"Ouch."

Ra's al Ghul's ashen expression suggested he was truly about to kill.

Allen obediently climbed back out the window, adamantly refusing to use the door.

Holding his head, Ra's al Ghul couldn't bear to look. He decided he needed to go out and bring back two good prospects, and perhaps relieve some emotional stress.

If he had to deal with more lunatics, he worried he'd get so angry he'd trigger the side effects of the Serpent's Blood.

"Teacher Bondo's are also good, it's just that she's getting older."

"Get lost."

Allen returned to add a final word, and Ra's al Ghul roared in fury.

That night, the Ninja Master left the Snow Mountain Base.

While in his room, Allen was applying ointment to his face when he suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I forgot to tell Boss about the Hydra spy. Honestly, we're all men, why pretend to be so proper? Who hasn't watched adult films?"

However, the next day after waking up, Allen had already forgotten about it.

[Character]: Allen (1/10)

[Profession]: Lv30 Thief

[Skills]

Lv5 Weapon Mastery: Hit Rate +5, Strength +5

Lv1 Shadow Blade: As level increases, Speed and Damage increase by 10%.

Shadow Stealth: Actively enter stealth. Stealth will automatically break upon entering combat or taking damage.

Shadow Will: While in stealth, launching a sneak attack deals double damage.

Grappling Hook Claws: Equip the secondary weapon, rope grappling claws, which can be used to scale heights of 20 meters.

[Time]: 1981, The League of Assassins.

[Requirement]: Current profession must be max level 120 to return to original timeline.

Without the Ninja Master present, the Snow Mountain Base turned upside down in less than ten days.

As Allen accumulated experience through battles, his profession level directly ascended to thirty.

Nyssa and Talia working together might not have been enough to win.

The actions of a mentally ill person without restraint were truly terrifying.

In the cafeteria, martial artists eating began to foam at the mouth.

Allen proudly stepped forward and admitted it was his carefully prepared Chinese cuisine, with a thoughtful addition of Chinese toothpaste.

Or perhaps sprinkling chili powder into others' drying underwear, under the guise of training their vigilance.

Bang!

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

A martial artist, covered in excrement and wielding a sharp combat blade, searched the base for Allen.

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

Nyssa called out from a distance to comfort him; the stench was too overwhelming to approach.

Many martial artists cast sympathetic glances, feeling fortunate that they weren't the unlucky ones.

The madman had designed firecracker traps in the outhouse, blasting the person with feces.

"You tell me to calm down, but it wasn't you who got blasted. Easy for you to say. Today, it's either him or me!"

Listening to his subordinate's breakdown, Nyssa didn't know what to do.

Honestly, she really regretted picking him up back then.

She had brought back a complete menace.

"What's going on? Why is it so lively?"

Allen walked over from the corner, his mouth stuffed with bananas, cheeks puffed out. He kept shoving them into his mouth as if someone was going to snatch them away.

"I'm going to kill you."

Seeing his enemy appear, the martial artist wanted to rush forward and fight to the death.

"Calm down first, don't come any closer."

Everyone drew their weapons, watching with terrified eyes.

They weren't protecting Allen; they just didn't want to get smeared with his filth.

Allen continued to eat bananas indifferently. As he swallowed a mouthful, his throat bulged outwards.

Gulp!

He swallowed it successfully, his face turning pale from the effort.

"Why didn't he choke to death right there?" many harbored the same thought.

"Oh, right, I remember there were two sets of firecracker traps."

Bang!

"Ah... Allen, die for me!"

As soon as he spoke, another lucky person triggered a trap.

Urgent footsteps approached, and Talia, covered in filth, walked over. Her gaze locked onto Allen, and she commanded, "Everyone, listen up! Take down Allen."

"Yes!"

They had long awaited this command.

Finally, someone with authority had issued an order.

The covetous gazes of many were eager to devour Allen alive.

"Projectile!"

Tossing a banana peel under the feet of the martial artist rushing forward, Allen cheerfully turned and fled, letting out a bell-like laugh, "Hehehe... Come catch me!"

"Hack him to death!"

"Stab him to death!"

"May he drown in a latrine."

In the infirmary.

Chelsea ground medicinal herbs, listening to the commotion outside the room. She couldn't help but sigh, "It hasn't been this lively in years. Allen is quite an interesting little fellow."

In the base, everyone was usually listless, adhering to strict rules of self-discipline.

Recently, it had become extremely lively and joyful.

Bang!

Just as Chelsea was reminiscing about the past, someone flew in through the window and crashed heavily, knocking over the herbs she had just prepared.

Seeing her day's labor go to waste, anger surged in Chelsea's heart. She raised her pestle and gritted her teeth, "A mental patient is a mental patient. Spiritual guidance is useless; they must be treated with physical methods."

The old Chinese physician, over seventy years old, resolutely joined the pursuit.