Chapter 833

"So what would you choose? Bruce Wayne!"

The doctor's low voice words, like a spell, surrounded Bruce's ears:

"Do you choose your poor, family like sense of justice and still hand me over to the police to make everything public?"

"Or do you choose to defend yourself and the honor of the Wayne family and kill me?"

"Don't worry, those videos are not backed up. As long as you kill me, no one in the world will say these things anymore."

Looking at the doctor's mocking eyes, Bruce was silent. Obviously, the doctor was convinced that Bruce would kill himself. After all, from the beginning, she didn't believe Bruce would choose the right side.

Bruce turned slowly and said to Ah Fu, "can you explain it to me now?"

Ah Fu sighed and slowly said, "the history of the Wayne family is not only bright. In fact, like other capital families in the United States, it is secretly full of blood and darkness."

"The Wayne family has been involved in the killing of Indians at the beginning, the trafficking of slaves in the later stage, including later arms smuggling and even commodity trading. In this case, the Wayne family will naturally be infected with many bad habits."

"For example... From the medieval Holy See... Like young children..."

Ah Fu took a deep breath and looked at Bruce: "this hobby is an unspoken rule for the United States and the whole western high-level. For this reason, the rich circle in Gotham has specially established an organization. Because its members need to wear owl masks, it is called owl court."

"Owl court?" Bruce murmured, "why do you take such a name?"

Ah Fu snorted, disdained to sneer and said, "because they think that the poor are sinners born with original sin, and the children abducted by them are abused by them. In fact, they judge and punish instead of God, so they take such a name."

Bruce snorted angrily and said, "so my father joined that organization?"

"Not only your father, as far as I know, almost all the men before the Wayne family were members of that organization." Ah Fu smiled bitterly, "since he was born in a dye vat, how can he be alone? Of course, your father joined the owl court."

Looking at Bruce's livid face, Ah Fu quickly explained, "but since your father married your mother and conceived you, your father has quit the organization. And since then, he has never looked back."

He pleaded bitterly: "master Wayne, master, he has repented. You should know what he has done to Gotham and how much effort he has made to improve the living environment of the bottom citizens of Gotham and improve the medical level of Gotham. It is no exaggeration to say that Gotham is today because of master."

With that, Ah Fu took a step forward and said, "so I can't watch the master lose his reputation because of the old things I've long forgotten. What's more, I will never allow the Wayne family, which has been inherited for a hundred years, to suffer stains on my hands."

"Master Wayne, I also understand that you want to change Gotham's mood and perseverance. But in this case, if you expose this scandal, it will do harm to your plan to improve Gotham. Since this kind of thing has long been submerged in the river of history, why should we turn it over?"

Listening to Ah Fu's pleading, Bruce looked gloomy and uncertain. Ah Fu and the doctor knew that he was fighting between heaven and man, so no one spoke again.

After a long time, Bruce seemed to have made up his mind and turned to the doctor.

"I knew it would." The doctor disdained to sneer and raised his neck. "Come on, be quick. Don't be like your dead father. You don't have the strength to kill."

Bruce didn't do it. Instead, he said quietly, "Ah Fu, what if she is your daughter or your granddaughter?"

The expressions on the doctor's and Ah Fu's faces froze at the same time.

Bruce continued, "or am I among the poor abused children in those videos?"

He turned and looked at Ah Fu quietly: "if so, do you still want all this to be submerged in the river of history?"

With Bruce's words, the white haired old man seemed to be ten years old again for a while, and even his back was not straight. The thin body shook a few times, slowly staggered back two steps, and leaned against the wall in silence.

The doctor looked at Bruce in surprise and asked, "don't you kill me?"

Bruce looked back at her and said in a deep voice, "I said I would hand you over to the police and the court for trial, so that all Gotham citizens would know your sin."

"What about your father?" The doctor asked, "you should think clearly. If I stand in court, I will publish the scandal done by your father."

Bruce took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to bear all the consequences in order to save this city."

The doctor opened his mouth. After a while, he shook his head and murmured, "you must be crazy... Yes, really crazy... You should go to Arkham Asylum."

Bruce patted the doctor on the shoulder and said solemnly, "although I know my apology doesn't matter what you've experienced, I still want to mention my father to say sorry to you."

"In addition, I also want to know the specific situation of the owl court, including the information of other members. Trust me, I will never let that group of scum continue to go unpunished."

"The richest man in Gotham is like this. Do you think other rich families in Gotham are clean?" The doctor shook his head and whispered, "although I don't know the specific list, I can assure you that all the rich in Gotham have been killed, perhaps wronged, but one shot every other, and there is definitely a net leak."

"Really?" Bruce clenched his fist. "I'll dig out this cancer. I swear, I'll get justice for those poor children."

He turned and found that Ah Fu raised his gun again.

"Sorry, master Wayne, although I know what you did is right, I still can't accept it. Please forgive me for my selfishness and cowardice, and... Learn to take care of myself in the future!"

Ah Fu smiled bitterly, suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun against his chin, and then pulled the trigger.

"No!"

Bruce cast magic at the first time, but after all, he mastered the trick of casting magic through armor. He didn't understand the essence of instant casting, so he could only watch Ah Fu pull the trigger.

However, only listening to the "click", the imaginary gunshot and brain burst, and the picture of red and white flying did not appear.

Ah Fu, who had closed his eyes and was waiting to die, opened his eyes in amazement, and his fingers pulled the trigger again.

There is still no movement.

Ah Fu hesitated to take down the shotgun and open the magazine.

The thick red shotgun bullets lie quietly in the magazine.

But why doesn't it ring?