The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became subtle. The tense feeling of the entire room focusing on one person vanished, and everyone withdrew their attention, as though each had their own thoughts and secrets, yet all felt somewhat uneasy.
"Oh, I understand!"
Schiller suddenly raised his voice. Several people nearby holding glasses visibly tightened their grips, as though they had suddenly heard an alarm clock in a dream.
"I know that Gotham's somewhat chaotic public security situation has left you with little confidence in the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The FBI indeed has not been very fond of turning its attention here."
"But I believe that is improper. The FBI should treat every city in every state equally, rather than abandoning a place simply because maintaining public security there is difficult."
"Of course, I can also understand that, as victims, you possess such noble morality and compassion that you do not wish to add further burdens to an institution responsible for safeguarding national security. But it's all right. I maintain good relations with some colleagues in Congress, the Security Department, and the FBI. Naturally, I can help resolve your troubles..."
"Mr. Schiller." Bruce spoke up and interrupted Schiller. At that moment, his slightly low voice sounded like beautiful singing to everyone present, cutting through Schiller's devilish whisper.
"Yes, this matter is indeed quite serious." The moment Bruce opened his mouth, everyone's vision went dark. The two old men standing behind the stairs were so anxious they nearly stamped their feet, wishing they could rush over immediately and cover Bruce's mouth.
"The FBI is trouble everywhere." Constantine curled his lip. "No one likes dealing with them. It would be best if the FBI did not set its sights on this place, so everyone could live in peace. But if they