With Dean’s current skills, it’s easy to knock down a few drug addicts and knock half of their bodies into the ground.
In Gotham City, almost every alley with no lights leads to homeless gangsters like them. They do not belong to any gang or have any special skills to show.
They live day by day, bully the weak, and avoid the strong.
The Wayne Foundation would give them charity every month, but they would spend it all on drugs within a few days.
Then they would form groups and hide in the alley, waiting for an easy target to pass by so they could rob them and use the money for more drugs.
They live in this endless cycle of drug addiction until they die of an overdose, starve to death, or go insane and end up in Arkham Asylum.
The lucky ones might be picked by a large gang and be offered a deal to take the blame for a crime and serve time in Blackgate Penitentiary.
Once they are released, they are given a fair amount of money and, at least, won’t have to worry about starving or freezing to death.
Although life may be worse than death when you become addicted.
It was interesting that even though they could have committed crimes to get these, but they didn’t dare to do so.
They were so useless that not even a small gang with only a dozen members would not consider recruiting them.
The gang is so large in Gotham City that it’s difficult to imagine.
Many people may ask, Why not provide them with jobs? It sounds like a good idea, but it also needs them to be willing to work.
In short, Dean felt no pity for these people and wasn’t soft in this way.
As he left the alley, Dean had already changed his disguise and clothes.
Checking the time, it was still early at eight o’clock in the evening.
Dean wasn’t in a rush to go home; his main concern at the moment was Vicki Vale’s news article.
“Gotham’s upper class is hosting a top-level auction, featuring the world’s largest and most precious pink diamond…”
Dean was highly interested in this event.
“If I remember correctly, the auction is scheduled for next Saturday, from nine o’clock to twelve-thirty o’clock, and the pink diamond is the finale.”
As for the location, it would be in the grand hall on the 18th floor of the Gotham International Hotel.
‘Now is the perfect time to gather some information.’
With that thought in mind, Dean headed towards the hotel.
Luck was on his side, as he didn’t have to walk for long before encountering a taxi.
Taking a taxi would save him a lot of time.
Also, Dean is still maintaining his disguise, so he has no worries.
Twenty minutes later, Dean got out of the car and arrived in front of the hotel.
The Gotham International Hotel went all the way up to the 26th floor and had a lot of space and nice decorating.
It was said to have been built by an ancient and famous Gotham family, but no one knows whether this is true or not or whose family it is.
Hotels were often thought of as semi-public places because there were often a lot of people inside.
But this hotel was different. Its high prices had already turned away ninety-nine percent of people potential guests
It can be seen that although the auction is still a week away, the red carpet has already been laid at the entrance of the hotel, and several waiters are standing at the door to welcome guests.
There were even a number of paparazzi holding cameras, squatting in positions across from the hotel or at other angles, ready to capture shots of influential people.
Entering through the main entrance requires verification, and Dean would not do it this way.
First, he found a hidden spot to change into a formal black outfit.
Then, he put on a black mask, revealing only his eyes and mouth, making him resemble a small shadow figure.
After all, he was there to check, not run an official operation.
It wouldn’t be wise to draw attention by wearing an obvious Phantom Thief Kid suit.
Once he changed his clothes, Dean had another idea.
If someone saw him by chance, they would probably think he was a criminal because of how he was dressed and in an all-black suit.
Even though this wouldn’t be hard to handle, it could still be a bit troublesome.
So, was there a way to wear all black, be seen by others, and still stay hidden?
Indeed, there was.
Dean had a moment of inspiration and took out a yellow marker. He drew a bat symbol on his chest…
After finishing all the preparations, Dean quickly walked around to the back of the hotel while no one was paying attention.
There was a row of trash cans and a small door. The trash can was full of different ingredients. Obviously, the back door was leading to the kitchen.
The door is tightly locked and being watched, so it was hard to guess when someone might come.
It was also annoying to pick the lock and get in.
Dean continued to move around the hotel, keeping his distance.
After circling around, Dean didn’t find any other entrances.
‘There’s no way in from the ground, let’s check the rooftop.’
Dean decided and returned to the back of the hotel.
He took out his Grappling Gun from a blind spot of the surveillance cameras and shot it towards the roof.
Most buildings have a stairwell leading to the rooftop, but it seemed like this hotel didn’t want to be like ‘most buildings.’
The rooftop was simple, with no stairs to go up, and there is not even a border.
Dean wasn’t sure what the designer of the hotel was thinking, but at the moment, he only wanted to give them a piece of his mind.
“Do I have to go back and wait for the next time they throw out garbage in the kitchen?”
Dean pondered. He thought while coming to the edge of the rooftop near the back door and looking down.
Suddenly, Dean noticed a ventilation duct installed on the wall several meters below him.
It wasn’t strange to have a ventilation duct, but what caught Dean’s attention was that this duct was unusually large.
Large enough for a grown adult to fit in.
Dean stared at the ventilation duct and made a decision.
Meanwhile, on the 25th floor of the Gotham International Hotel, in the Presidential Suite.
This was the most luxurious suite in the entire hotel, taking up a whole floor. Even if there was a party with a thousand people here, there would still be plenty of space.
Moreover, the 25th floor was not open to the public.
No matter how much money one had, they couldn’t stay here.
This area only accommodated VIPs with political status, such as foreign diplomats or high-ranking officials from the country itself.
However, at this special place, there was a group of menacing-looking people gathering.
“Nice place you got here. I like this sofa; it’s really comfortable,”
A blond man in his thirties, wearing a black leather jacket, with a cigarette from his mouth and a big pompadour hairstyle, said as he sat on the sofa
The rest of the people in the group stood behind him, showing that he was the leader of the group.
In front of him sat a middle-aged man with a nervous expression, had a goatee. The name tag on his chest showed his identity.
Joey Cicero, the Executive Manager of Gotham International Hotel.
“If you like it, I can have a similar one sent to you, Mr. Ogilvy.”
Manager Cicero replied when he heard the man complimenting the sofa.
Then he asked, “The auction doesn’t start until next week. Why did you come today?”
“It’s the boss’s orders. I’m just following orders,”
Ignatius Ogilvy said it casually as he took a puff from his cigarette.
Upon hearing this, Manager Cicero’s expression changed, and he hurriedly asked, “What orders did Mr. Penguin give?”