Me, Batsy, and Green Arrow

"Allen, this mission is very important. This is the funding from the organization for you."

Ra's al Ghul took out a stack of US dollars from his pocket, placed three bills on the table, and then took out two more, saying, "The extra two hundred is my personal sponsorship. I hope you won't shortchange yourself."

"Don't worry, boss. I've cut my way from Penglai East Road all the way to the South Heaven Gate without even feeling dry-eyed."

Allen vowed, repeatedly counting the five hundred-dollar bills in his hand.

Ra's al Ghul nodded with satisfaction, thinking that as long as he maintained his state, there was no fear that the other three factions would not hunt him.

After clearly explaining everything, he immediately had the three of them board a helicopter and take the nearest flight to America.

As soon as the jinx left, the base couldn't wait to hold a celebratory banquet.

Everyone was eating normal food with relish.

Poof...

Poof poof...

Poof poof poof...

"What's going on?"

Ra's al Ghul suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, realizing that something must be wrong with the food.

But Allen had already departed, and the dishes were made by the chef himself. How could something go wrong?

Chelsea was the first to enter the kitchen to inspect the various seasonings. Having been around medicinal herbs for years, she could identify the key ingredient with just a sniff.

She quickly located a bag of yellowish-brown powdered seasoning.

It was Croton powder!

She also found a note in the bag.

'No one has triggered the mechanisms in the restrooms lately. Everyone must be constipated. You've really made me, Allen, worry myself sick.'

"Everyone, don't go to the restroom!"

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

That day, the base was filled with continuous groans, mixed with the aroma wafting through the rooms.

At this moment, on the long-distance passenger plane.

Allen sat in the middle seat of the three side-by-side seats, his intelligent eyes darting around.

"Batsy, Green Arrow, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Allen clasped his hands together and gestured for a handshake.

He's seriously ill.

Can't you just extend your hand normally? Why cross your left hand to the right and your right hand to the left? Isn't that troublesome?

"Bruce Wayne."

"Oliver Queen."

Regarding the address, the two of them were too lazy to argue. They could tell that Allen's bones were unusual and he was no ordinary person. His overly enthusiastic demeanor might mean he wouldn't have a peaceful journey.

Out of goodwill, Bruce said, "Allen, when we get to America, you should leave. The Ninja Master wants to take this opportunity to get rid of you."

Bruce joined the League of Assassins to learn skills, not to believe in so-called justice.

Only by joining the darkness and becoming the darkness can one defeat the darkness.

Similarly, Oliver did not want to see Allen harmed innocently.

From the deeds he heard about from the base, Allen was merely playing pranks and had not done anything to harm anyone's life.

Moreover, he was not mentally sound and should be understood.

In fact, Bruce and Oliver knew each other.

Wayne Group and Queen Group were both top-tier existences in high society, and they even had business dealings, making it easy to access each other's information.

They had similar family backgrounds and had trained together in the League of Assassins, which was why they were willing to entrust each other with their backs in the future.

"How could the boss betray me? It should be me who abandons the darkness and embraces the light and betrays him. You're such a green tea."

Allen said with a sudden realization, "Green Arrow, is that so?"

Allen turned to look at Oliver.

Oliver silently closed his eyes.

Good advice cannot save a damned soul.

Bruce felt exhausted and let him fend for himself.

A moment later, a flight attendant pushing a meal cart approached, asking with a professional smile, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

Allen said, "A Coke, with ice, no Coke, thanks."

"..."

Pennsylvania.

Philadelphia.

After getting off the plane, they took a taxi directly to the meeting location.

Chen Ji Sichuan Restaurant.

As soon as they got out of the car, the three of them looked at the somewhat old storefront and fell into a silent doubt.

"Did we come to the wrong place? This isn't even as high-spec as the negotiations between Hongxing and Dongxing," Allen couldn't help but complain.

"Pay up, bitch."

At that moment, the taxi driver impatiently shouted.

The driver's hand had already reached into the drawer, intending to skip out on the fare. He didn't mind giving them a few "equalizer" peanuts.

"No need for change."

Allen casually took out a banknote.

The Black driver was stunned, took it, and sped off.

"How much did you pay?"

Bruce reminded him.

Allen took out the remaining money, only four hundred dollars left, and replied, "I gave a hundred."

"The fare was twenty-three dollars," Oliver added.

Suddenly, Allen's brain, which wasn't good at calculations, went into overdrive, and he came to a conclusion: he had paid way too much.

Immediately, he put down his suitcase and chased after the taxi.

"Come back, give me my money!"

Not long after, Allen returned dejectedly. It was clear he hadn't gotten his money back.

"How did it go?" Bruce asked deliberately.

They suddenly understood the members of the Snow Mountain Base. They had been so rowdy on the way, sometimes they really wanted to strangle him.

But seeing Allen embarrassed made them feel quite pleased.

"I did catch up."

Allen said with a dejected expression, "I realized I chased the wrong car."

"..."

They walked into the Sichuan restaurant and sat down, waiting for the waiter to come and exchange passwords.

After all, the restaurant was a cover for concealment, and this place was a contact point for the four major forces.

Allen put on a pair of sunglasses and lowered his voice, "Wait a moment, follow my lead."

Follow your lead, my ass.

Can't you be normal?

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

The waiter approached with the menu.

This was a contact point run by the Hand Clan. Everyone from the kitchen to the front hall were killers.

They could tell the three weren't ordinary people from the moment they walked in.

Their steps were steady, their breathing even, the unique spirit of a martial artist couldn't be hidden from fellow practitioners.

Of course, Allen was an exception; he seemed abnormal inside and out.

Perhaps it was due to qi deviation.

"The mountains and rivers are majestic, a landscape of streams and mountains for eternity."

Allen spoke the password, looking expectantly at the waiter for a response.

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

The waiter was confused and asked again.

Allen scratched his head, troubled, "The password is correct. Shouldn't you respond with 'Facing the sea, three rivers flow for ten thousand years'?"

The password didn't match, so the waiter prepared to recommend dishes to them as regular customers.

"Shadow Dawn."

At this moment, Bruce spoke the correct password.

When he traveled in the East, he had read a wuxia novel where the secret password for the Heaven and Earth Society was exactly as Allen had said.

"Three gentlemen, please proceed to the private room on the second floor."

"Shadow Dawn" is the exclusive code phrase for the League of Assassins.

Among the four major powers, the League of Assassins ranked first, naturally making the waiter pay them close attention.

However, Allen clearly led the three representatives, and his behavior was somewhat unusual. It was truly baffling what the Ninja Master's intentions were.

As the waiter led the trio into a secret conference room, he excused himself to notify the other three representatives to attend the meeting.

At the same time, Bruce and Oliver perked up. Being able to cooperate with the League of Assassins meant they were certainly no ordinary individuals.