Gotham City was already deep into the night.
Beneath Kane Commercial Building.
A panicked woman, clutching a duffel bag and wearing a coat, fled blindly.
Behind her, her two loyal bodyguards had their necks snapped by the hulking man in the wrestler's mask.
They lay helplessly on the ground.
Tears of terror streamed down the woman's face. Just one day ago, she had been hosting a lavish party in Gotham's aristocratic district.
But after a day and a night.
She had become a rat in the streets. The police were hunting them everywhere—on television, in the news, and in the newspapers.
Everything was about them.
The Court of Owls, which they had been so proud of, had been trampled underfoot by countless people.
She hated it. She should not have been reduced to such a miserable state.
She was the daughter of the Hesta Family, one of Gotham's wealthy aristocrats. From childhood to adulthood, she had never suffered like this.
With a bang, she stepped on a soda can and crashed to the ground, shattering her fantasies of revenge.
A huge hand seized the back of her neck and pulled her off the ground as though she were a puppy or kitten.
It was Bane. He looked at the merchandise in his hand with amusement.
The young lady of the Hesta Family was about to cry out, but Bane tightened his grip slightly, making it difficult for her even to breathe.
"Let's see how much you're worth."
Bane took out his phone and snapped a picture of the "expensive" young lady. After the system scanned her—
All of her assets appeared: stocks, properties registered in her name, and bank deposits.
Every item was clearly labeled.
Whoever killed her could take fifty percent of it, choosing whatever they wanted. It was