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Chapter 861
chapter 0356 part 1
## Chapter 353: Ink Presider
Tang Song handed over a hundred-dollar bill as a tip. Amidst the doorman's repeated thanks, he walked into the hotel with a composed expression.
"Sir! How may I help you?" A young Female Front Desk Attendant, in her twenties with a pleasant face, blonde hair, and blue eyes, stood up and asked Tang Song.
"I have a room booked here!"
Tang Song extended a finger and lightly tapped the counter twice. A black smoke rose, and a hotel confirmation slip appeared on the Female Front Desk Attendant's desk.
Of course, in the eyes of the blonde, blue-eyed Female Front Desk Attendant, Tang Song had taken out his mobile phone and shown her the hotel confirmation slip.
After checking it, she quickly verified the information on the hotel's computer. Looking at the hotel room Tang Song had booked, the smile on her face became a bit more sincere.
"Sir, you have reserved our hotel's Presidential Suite. The room has been reserved for you in advance. I will now call your Personal Butler!" The Female Front Desk Attendant said, about to call the Lobby Manager.
"No need, I prefer quiet!"
"Then I will escort you to your room!" The Female Front Desk Attendant instructed her colleague beside her before leaving the front desk.
"Sir, are you not carrying any luggage?" The Female Front Desk Attendant had intended to carry Tang Song's luggage for him but saw that the guest before her had empty hands.
"I won't be staying in Gotham City for too long, so I don't need much luggage!" Tang Song explained simply.
"Please follow me, for Presidential Suite guests, our hotel is equipped with a dedicated, separate elevator!"
The Female Front Desk Attendant walked half a step ahead of Tang Song, leading him to an elevator. She swiped a card and opened the elevator door for Tang Song.
The Hilton Hotel was not unfamiliar to Tang Song. In the Marvel Universe of another world, he was a VVIP of Hilton, and even had a Presidential Suite permanently reserved for him at the Hilton Hotel in New York.
That was a place where he enjoyed life during his leisure time, though he didn't stay at the hotel much. He only occasionally went there for intimate encounters with some Famous Model and celebrities.
Most of the time, it remained empty.
After achieving success in cultivation, Tang Song's leisure activities like this became much less frequent, so his reserved room remained empty year-round.
"Sir, is there anything else you need me to assist you with?"
After asking Tang Song if he needed the bathroom water temperature adjusted or if he needed dinner, the Front Desk Attendant handed the room card to Tang Song with both hands and asked with a smile.
"Thank you, not for now!" Tang Song took out a few dollar bills and handed them to the Front Desk Attendant.
The Female Front Desk Attendant maintained a polite smile, accepting the tip Tang Song offered with both hands, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
It wasn't because she disliked the small tip from the guest, but rather disappointment at not having the opportunity for further development with this guest.
Young, wealthy, and so handsome, even if this guest wasn't overly generous, she wouldn't mind...
Penguin's death caused a chain reaction. The Territory he left behind attracted the covetous gazes of over a dozen Gang, large and small, throughout Gotham City.
This scene was similar to the chaotic situation in New York after Kingpin was taken down.
However, Gotham City did not have a powerful figure like Tang Song back then, who could fill the void left by Kingpin in a very short time.
And the only one who could truly hold the Territory, Batman, was currently busy with intensive work for the world safety of the entire Earth.
Thus, the entire Gotham City was filled with gunfire and bombing sounds.
The Gotham City Police Department deployed all available manpower, doing their best to protect the Wealthy District. As for the Black Community and Poor Community, due to insufficient manpower and police presence, they had to be abandoned.
Despite Gordon's strong protests to the Mayor and City Council, all he received was the Mayor's understated remark: "Prioritize protecting the Taxpayer who has contributed to Gotham City!"
Facing the collective pressure from Gotham City's upper class and the shortage of manpower.
Even Gordon had no method. In the face of reality, he could only compromise.
Tang Song sat by the hotel's floor-to-ceiling window. The Presidential Suite of the five-star hotel offered an extremely wide view. Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, Tang Song could clearly see the thick smoke and firelight rising from the distant streets.
In the sky above where the explosion flames were, streaks of black smoke, visible only to him, drifted up, converging mightily towards the same Direction.
"It seems the agent I chose is doing quite well. Selene, I hope you don't disappoint your name!"
Opening a bottle of Bordeaux red wine from the hotel, Tang Song swirled the wine glass, his eyes reflecting scenes of Harley Quinn wielding a baseball bat and controlling several Iron Armored Corpses armed with Vulcan Cannons, chasing down the Gang Gunman in various Street Blocks.
"Beep beep beep—"
Outside the Dam Ruin District, Cyborg used the intelligent program of his modified body to hack into a data observation satellite in Orbit above.
Actually, he didn't need to hack it. This data surveillance satellite, which had been orbiting above Gotham City for years, was owned by Wayne Enterprises. Bruce Wayne had specifically acquired an aerospace company and launched this satellite to monitor the entire Gotham City.
It wasn't Cyborg's fault; he hadn't expected the scope of cash power to be so extensive.
Cyborg controlled the monitoring satellite, providing technical support to Barry Allen, who was drawing a magic map within the Urban Area. With their full cooperation.
Soon, from an overhead view, a giant lotus platform gradually appeared on the Ground.
Complex patterns formed petal after petal of the lotus flower. Looking at the gradually forming lotus platform on the Ground through the overhead view, for some reason, Victor's consciousness felt a moment of trance, as if he saw a blurry figure sitting on a Blood-Colored Lotus Platform.
That intense feeling was as if just one look would cause his flesh and blood and soul to be sucked into this Blood-Colored Lotus Platform.
Even his mechanical body, modified by the Mother Box, had its magnetic field affected by this Blood-Colored Lotus Platform, at one point losing contact with the surveillance satellite overhead.
Cyborg shook his head, clearing the lotus flower image from his memory. Only then did his condition improve somewhat.
Cyborg, who had reconnected to the data satellite, now found that Barry Allen's location was stationary. He quickly asked on the communication channel: "Barry, what's happening over there? Do you need reinforcements?"
Barry Allen swung the egg-thick bone staff in his hand, picked it up, and took a look. He saw that the bone staff, covered in mosquito-sized unknown characters, had very little of the gray mist left in the middle.
"This thing is out of ink. Looks like I'll have to wait another hour!"
Barry Allen checked the bone staff, then stepped forward. Before he could finish his sentence, he had already appeared ten kilometers away, arriving beside Cyborg Victor.
Even having seen it many times, Cyborg Victor was still amazed by Barry Allen's speed.
According to the distance and time calculated from the overhead view of the observation satellite, this Kid Flash's speed could reach an astonishing 1122m/s!
## Chapter 353: Ink Presider
Tang Song handed over a hundred-dollar bill as a tip. Amidst the doorman's repeated thanks, he walked into the hotel with a composed expression.
"Sir! How may I help you?" A young Female Front Desk Attendant, in her twenties with a pleasant face, blonde hair, and blue eyes, stood up and asked Tang Song.
"I have a room booked here!"
Tang Song extended a finger and lightly tapped the counter twice. A black smoke rose, and a hotel confirmation slip appeared on the Female Front Desk Attendant's desk.
Of course, in the eyes of the blonde, blue-eyed Female Front Desk Attendant, Tang Song had taken out his mobile phone and shown her the hotel confirmation slip.
After checking it, she quickly verified the information on the hotel's computer. Looking at the hotel room Tang Song had booked, the smile on her face became a bit more sincere.
"Sir, you have reserved our hotel's Presidential Suite. The room has been reserved for you in advance. I will now call your Personal Butler!" The Female Front Desk Attendant said, about to call the Lobby Manager.
"No need, I prefer quiet!"
"Then I will escort you to your room!" The Female Front Desk Attendant instructed her colleague beside her before leaving the front desk.
"Sir, are you not carrying any luggage?" The Female Front Desk Attendant had intended to carry Tang Song's luggage for him but saw that the guest before her had empty hands.
"I won't be staying in Gotham City for too long, so I don't need much luggage!" Tang Song explained simply.
"Please follow me, for Presidential Suite guests, our hotel is equipped with a dedicated, separate elevator!"
The Female Front Desk Attendant walked half a step ahead of Tang Song, leading him to an elevator. She swiped a card and opened the elevator door for Tang Song.
The Hilton Hotel was not unfamiliar to Tang Song. In the Marvel Universe of another world, he was a VVIP of Hilton, and even had a Presidential Suite permanently reserved for him at the Hilton Hotel in New York.
That was a place where he enjoyed life during his leisure time, though he didn't stay at the hotel much. He only occasionally went there for intimate encounters with some Famous Model and celebrities.
Most of the time, it remained empty.
After achieving success in cultivation, Tang Song's leisure activities like this became much less frequent, so his reserved room remained empty year-round.
"Sir, is there anything else you need me to assist you with?"
After asking Tang Song if he needed the bathroom water temperature adjusted or if he needed dinner, the Front Desk Attendant handed the room card to Tang Song with both hands and asked with a smile.
"Thank you, not for now!" Tang Song took out a few dollar bills and handed them to the Front Desk Attendant.
The Female Front Desk Attendant maintained a polite smile, accepting the tip Tang Song offered with both hands, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
It wasn't because she disliked the small tip from the guest, but rather disappointment at not having the opportunity for further development with this guest.
Young, wealthy, and so handsome, even if this guest wasn't overly generous, she wouldn't mind...
Penguin's death caused a chain reaction. The Territory he left behind attracted the covetous gazes of over a dozen Gang, large and small, throughout Gotham City.
This scene was similar to the chaotic situation in New York after Kingpin was taken down.
However, Gotham City did not have a powerful figure like Tang Song back then, who could fill the void left by Kingpin in a very short time.
And the only one who could truly hold the Territory, Batman, was currently busy with intensive work for the world safety of the entire Earth.
Thus, the entire Gotham City was filled with gunfire and bombing sounds.
The Gotham City Police Department deployed all available manpower, doing their best to protect the Wealthy District. As for the Black Community and Poor Community, due to insufficient manpower and police presence, they had to be abandoned.
Despite Gordon's strong protests to the Mayor and City Council, all he received was the Mayor's understated remark: "Prioritize protecting the Taxpayer who has contributed to Gotham City!"
Facing the collective pressure from Gotham City's upper class and the shortage of manpower.
Even Gordon had no method. In the face of reality, he could only compromise.
Tang Song sat by the hotel's floor-to-ceiling window. The Presidential Suite of the five-star hotel offered an extremely wide view. Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, Tang Song could clearly see the thick smoke and firelight rising from the distant streets.
In the sky above where the explosion flames were, streaks of black smoke, visible only to him, drifted up, converging mightily towards the same Direction.
"It seems the agent I chose is doing quite well. Selene, I hope you don't disappoint your name!"
Opening a bottle of Bordeaux red wine from the hotel, Tang Song swirled the wine glass, his eyes reflecting scenes of Harley Quinn wielding a baseball bat and controlling several Iron Armored Corpses armed with Vulcan Cannons, chasing down the Gang Gunman in various Street Blocks.
"Beep beep beep—"
Outside the Dam Ruin District, Cyborg used the intelligent program of his modified body to hack into a data observation satellite in Orbit above.
Actually, he didn't need to hack it. This data surveillance satellite, which had been orbiting above Gotham City for years, was owned by Wayne Enterprises. Bruce Wayne had specifically acquired an aerospace company and launched this satellite to monitor the entire Gotham City.
It wasn't Cyborg's fault; he hadn't expected the scope of cash power to be so extensive.
Cyborg controlled the monitoring satellite, providing technical support to Barry Allen, who was drawing a magic map within the Urban Area. With their full cooperation.
Soon, from an overhead view, a giant lotus platform gradually appeared on the Ground.
Complex patterns formed petal after petal of the lotus flower. Looking at the gradually forming lotus platform on the Ground through the overhead view, for some reason, Victor's consciousness felt a moment of trance, as if he saw a blurry figure sitting on a Blood-Colored Lotus Platform.
That intense feeling was as if just one look would cause his flesh and blood and soul to be sucked into this Blood-Colored Lotus Platform.
Even his mechanical body, modified by the Mother Box, had its magnetic field affected by this Blood-Colored Lotus Platform, at one point losing contact with the surveillance satellite overhead.
Cyborg shook his head, clearing the lotus flower image from his memory. Only then did his condition improve somewhat.
Cyborg, who had reconnected to the data satellite, now found that Barry Allen's location was stationary. He quickly asked on the communication channel: "Barry, what's happening over there? Do you need reinforcements?"
Barry Allen swung the egg-thick bone staff in his hand, picked it up, and took a look. He saw that the bone staff, covered in mosquito-sized unknown characters, had very little of the gray mist left in the middle.
"This thing is out of ink. Looks like I'll have to wait another hour!"
Barry Allen checked the bone staff, then stepped forward. Before he could finish his sentence, he had already appeared ten kilometers away, arriving beside Cyborg Victor.
Even having seen it many times, Cyborg Victor was still amazed by Barry Allen's speed.
According to the distance and time calculated from the overhead view of the observation satellite, this Kid Flash's speed could reach an astonishing 1122m/s!
