"Who do you think the mole is?"
Already suspicious, everyone fell silent at those words, watching one another nervously.
Those white owl masks now looked like nothing but a traitor's cover. The mole was among them...
"Hehehe... Hahahahaha..."
Someone in the crowd could not help laughing. He knew he should not have laughed at a time like this and raised a hand to cover his mouth.
But the moment he heard "mole" and thought of there being a traitor among them, he could not stop himself from laughing. He just wanted to laugh.
"Is that funny? I think it's you!"
A Court of Owls member turned around, grabbed the man covering his mouth and trying to hold back his laughter, and dragged him out.
"Hahaha, I didn't mean to, hahahaha..."
The man fell to the ground, covering his mouth. His piercing laughter made the already tense owl members grit their teeth in hatred.
They had never been this humiliated before. Their identities, their very existence, had always been hidden in the darkness.
They were not meant to see the light of day!
Now, they had been exposed outright, as though someone were reading from a list.
The assassinations and kidnappings the Court of Owls excelled at—could those not now fall upon their own heads?
Only by remaining hidden in darkness could they control Gotham's life and death, only then could they possess supreme power.
If everyone openly went about their business, they would die far faster than the four great families.
Did they really think it was a good thing that the Waynes had died in an alley and no one had done anything?
Even young Bruce had carried a pistol and followed a few clues all the way to an abandoned Court of Owls base.
If Bruce had known