Martial Arts Tournament (II)

"How about this? Could you write something for our Cobblepot Family too?" Penguin said after some thought. "The price is negotiable."

"What kind of man do you take me for!" Roland said, looking utterly righteous. "There are still plenty of people in this car, you know."

"The way I see it, everyone in this car is one of yours. If you want money from Cobblepot, do you really need to tell him stories?" Bane coaxed.

Oh, no! Penguin felt a chill down his spine. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several nearby students quietly pulling out their weapons of choice.

"Good."

"Big brother, I keep feeling like we've boarded a pirate ship," Robin whispered to Nightwing.

"You're not wrong." Nightwing nodded.

"Isn't it a little late to realize that now?" Jason draped his arms over their shoulders. "Once you're aboard, there's no getting off..."

When they reached the airport, the private plane Penguin had provided was already waiting for them.

The League of Assassins had arranged tickets for them, but Penguin had refused outright and paid for a private plane himself.

"What the hell have you got in that cabin?" Jason sensed fluctuations from souls in the rear cabin and questioned Penguin.

"Some birds of prey I brought along," Penguin said. "I asked the League of Assassins. Trained animals are allowed to compete too."

"You really came prepared."

"Get on the plane. I'm not going to do anything to you."

"As if you could—" Bane snarked.

The group boarded the plane and flew straight to Lhasa Gonggar International Airport.

Elsewhere in the world, others who wanted to attend the grand event began making their moves.

Georgia.

Atlanta.

A car accident had occurred on an overpass in the rain.

At the crash site, the police had put up