"Mm, it's all yours. When we leave, I'll just grab some jewelry or gold."
It was only pocket money, really—just for peace of mind.
"One of your swords broke." Cindy looked behind him. Of the two blades he had originally carried on his back, only one remained.
"It broke. Cheap junk." Su Ming shrugged, cigarette hanging from his lips as he watched Bliss and Barry. "Later, I'll snap off an exhaust pipe from the pile of wrecked cars."
Cindy found that perfectly reasonable. She also liked making use of whatever was available: steel pipes, bricks, kitchen knives—anything became a killing weapon in Weaponer's hands.
"So next, we deal with the Court of Owls?"
"We're already up against them. We killed a Chi Hu Priest, though it was a cat. The number of priests is unknown, but there definitely won't be many."
Su Ming held his cigarette out into the rain. In an instant, the ember went out.
Cindy tossed away her own cigarette butt and watched it drift along with the water, its final wisp of smoke rapidly fading. "Do you have a plan? The Court of Owls has hidden itself very thoroughly. For all these years, Gotham has only had legends about them."
"That's because everyone who saw a Talon died. But fortunately, I know where they're hiding. I even know the names of several leaders. About eleven families are probably involved." Su Ming rubbed his temples and put on his helmet.
Among Gotham's current wealthy elite, after excluding those with underworld connections—like Penguin and Hush—and then excluding the mayor, the Speaker, and the like... killing every remaining rich family would hardly result in many mistakes.
Yes, the Court of Owls had always hidden in the shadows. They slept by day, moved by night, held secret gatherings, and believed