Chapter 140: The Mask Society's Shock

A factory under dim light, with broken walls and garbage piled everywhere. There is a faint smell of decay in the factory, mixed with the smell of rust on steel.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A slight cough broke the silence in the factory. At this moment, in this remote and dilapidated factory, there stood a large group of people of different shapes and sizes, all wearing masks of various colors. Some of them carried swords on their backs or held various guns in their hands.

Everyone was silent, looking at the man in the black mask sitting on the factory hanger with a hint of fanaticism.

Slowly removing the mask, the man revealed an ugly face that was burned by flames. His upper lip and lower lip were partially connected, and there was blood on his slightly yellowed teeth. The corners of his mouth were raised, directly tearing the flesh that was connected.

Despite such a bloody and horrifying scene, the man remained calm, as if he did not feel any pain at all. He looked at the fanatical members of the Masked Society below.

"Long time no see, how are you guys doing lately?"

"Boss, since we lost your leadership, our forces have been repeatedly suppressed by those damned and despicable guys. Not only is it Batman who shouts justice all day and sends you to the police station, but also the more frequent vampires in the East District. Even those colleagues in the underground world dare to suppress us!"

A sturdy man wearing a brown bear mask said with tears in his eyes that he couldn't imagine that the power that was once so powerful and almost ruled the entire Gotham underworld was now being teased by these big fish and small shrimps!
Black Mask did not interrupt his men's complaints. After listening to their words patiently, his eyes became more profound.

"Don't mess with those vampires!"

"..."

The crowd, which was originally filled with outrage, was stunned and looked at their boss in surprise. In their impression, this boss was fearless and not even afraid of Batman, but now he was afraid of those monsters who only knew how to hide in the dark?

That’s right, in the minds of this group of masked society, compared with Batman, those vampires are not human beings, but terrible monsters hiding in the darkness.

They allow themselves to be afraid, but they don't allow their boss Black Mask to be afraid!
Everyone is scared, so who dares to stand up against them?
"I'm not afraid of those vampires, but have you ever thought about the one standing behind them?"

"Blood God……"

"S..."

The criminals in the crowd, who were originally excited and had red faces, gasped. Although the Blood God had disappeared for a long time, his legend had never disappeared. With the emergence of vampires, he, as the source of vampires, had been deified. They couldn't even deal with that group of vampires. If they met the Blood God, they probably...

"Apart from that group of monsters, our targets should be that little kitty and Batman. One is our means of eliminating justice, and the other is our revenge!"

Black Mask shouted in a deep voice, and everyone looked at each other.

"Boss, are you talking about that catwoman?"

"That girl, damn it, who does she think she is, to dare to cause trouble for us!"

"Yesterday, my brothers managed to smuggle a source of goods, but they were wiped out by that guy in one fell swoop. Now they have all been sent to prison. With our current capabilities, we are unable to get them out."

"Damn it, it's still those damn vampires. Who dares to show up now?"

"But that guy seems to be a member of the Judgment Council! Although he may not be a vampire of the Blood God..."

As the crowd was in a state of rage, a discordant voice fell, and everyone's voices fell silent. Yes, they all forgot that the Blood God did not represent a single organization. Above it there was an organization called the Judgment Council, and the Blood God was just one of the chairmen...

Considering the Blood God's horror, invulnerability, immense power, and the rumored devilish appearance, combined with the fact that there were currently vampires who liked to suck the blood of criminals, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill running down their spine... They seemed to be not on the same level as the other party!
"Don't worry, that guy is definitely not from the Judgment Council!"

Black Mask's voice drew everyone's attention to him again.

He clapped his hands slowly and looked towards a dark corner of the factory. His black robe fluttered and a ghostly figure left a trail of afterimages and quickly came to his side. The faces of the members of the Mask Society changed drastically and some even pulled out guns.

The members of the Masked Society who had encountered vampires before couldn't help but exclaim. The familiar speed of movement and the aura that seemed to be facing a higher-level creature made them recognize the sudden arrival in front of them at once.

No, it's the species that recognizes the person!

Under the dark cloak, long, slightly curly golden hair was exposed, and between the thick hair ends were the man's blood-red pupils. He wiped the corners of his mouth lightly, and it seemed that he had just eaten!
Everyone pulled out their guns, knives, sticks, or clubs, and looked at the vampire that suddenly rushed out with serious eyes.

Even though they were surrounded by their companions, they still felt a huge crisis.

"Haha, Black Mask, your men are making a big fuss out of nothing. It seems like they were really scared by those guys!"

"Brother, I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

Seeing their boss Black Mask chatting happily with the vampire who had just arrived, the members of the Mask Society below the factory were all stunned.

“The reason why I’m sure that guy is just a show-off and not a member of the Judgment Council is because of the friend I just made… Soter!
Judging from his figure and appearance, I believe everyone is familiar with him. Yes, he is a vampire, but he is not one of those guys who always shouts about judging sin and sucking the blood of sinners. He is a lost person, a second-generation blood descendant!"

"Sh, second generation blood descendant... Isn't this the type of vampire leader who ran to the central area of ​​Gotham and caused a commotion?"

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of all the people in the meeting hall. The second generation of blood descendants meant that this person must have other third generation blood descendants in his hands. Facing such a group of guys who were almost immortal, how could they not be afraid?
"Haha, I have great respect for the Blood God, but I keep my distance from him. My master and I do not agree with his philosophy!"

Soter looked directly at the crowd below with guns pointed at him, and there was no fear on his face.

Seeing that his men below remained unmoved, Black Mask's expression turned a little ugly.

"Put the gun down!"

Sensing the suppressed anger in their boss's mouth, the members of the Mask Society reluctantly put down their guns.

"That little kitty is just using the name of the Judgment Council to promote so-called justice. She doesn't belong to any of the chairmen of the Judgment Council at all!"

Soter said in a decisive tone, his eyes sweeping over the criminals who were talking below, contempt evident in his eyes. Except for their boss Black Mask, who made him look at him with some respect, the others were just low-class food in his eyes!

Recalling the orders of the boss Kyle in his mind, based on his current observations, it is very likely that many of the speakers of the Judgment Council did not come to Gotham. The only one who can stand alone and demonstrate his invincibility in Gotham is the Blood God. Even the original judge did not seem to display the same terrifying power as the Blood God.

So he asserted that the ambiguous statement made by the unilateral claim that she was the Catwoman of the Judgment Council was just showing off her power!
Soter's thoughts came to an end, and he looked at the criminals who were gradually showing excitement and fanaticism at the call of Black Mask. He enjoyed the awe and admiration in the criminals' eyes.

He knew that he had successfully entered the largest criminal organization in Gotham, and his master's plan would be executed soon!

(End of this chapter)