Drunk Harley Quinn is really noisy.

Especially when Mason handed her a bowl of hot and steamy longevity noodles with eggs, her crying voice made people want to shoot her.

But tonight, Mason is not the only one who encountered "trouble".

Just as he was celebrating the "birthday" of his patient, Selina Kyle, who had just returned to Wayne Manor, was also blocked by an "uninvited guest" at the door.

"Where have you been these days?"

The petite assassin in pajamas stood with her arms crossed, Damian Wayne stared expressionlessly at Catwoman who had just gotten off the Batcycle.

This unpleasant kid had a cold look in his eyes, he looked like a heartless killer.

Although he was wearing star pajamas picked out by Alfred, Catwoman could be sure that this kid must have a dangerous weapon hidden somewhere on him, maybe even several knives.

"Huh, do I need to report to you where I went?"

Selina was in a good mood after enjoying a pleasant dinner with her "best friend" and discussing skincare methods from the 18th century with Mrs. Elizabeth.

She took off her red goggles and said to the kid in front of her:

"I don't think we have any special relationship between us. After all, you, this little bastard, don't even want to call me 'mom'."

"Did you go fool around with that guy named Mason?"

Damian was not angry, but still said in a cold tone:

"It seems that compared to old men like Bruce Wayne, you prefer those young and fresh guys? I really feel sorry for that pathetic old man. It seems that he can't satisfy you in every aspect."

"Shut up, you foul-mouthed brat."

Catwoman stared at Damian with her eyes widened, pointing in the direction of the manor and scolded him:

"Now! Go back to your room! It's time for you to sleep. Kids your age won't grow tall if they don't sleep well. You don't want to maintain such a short height for the rest of your life, do you?"

Although the relationship between this "mother and son" was not good, they had spent some time together before, and Selina had already keenly grasped some of Damian's "taboos".

Like height...

Sure enough, when she said this, the expressionless Master Wayne immediately became gritted his teeth. He had received special training from the King of Assassins since he was a child, and his perfectionist mother made him more mature than his peers.

But no matter how mature he was, he was still a twelve-year-old soul.

There are always some childish entanglements and persistence.

Seeing Catwoman's triumphant look, Damian gritted his teeth and no longer flattered, but lowered his voice and said:

"You are in cahoots with each other! You and those guys who deceived Grandpa and Mom come from the same place! Don't think I don't know, the magic on your arm can hide your tattoos, but it can't hide from my eyes.

Selina Kyle!

I knew your identity when I saw you."

"Hmm?"

This sentence from her adopted son made Catwoman squint her eyes immediately.

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She looked around and Damian sneered, opening his hand to reveal several dismantled bat bugs...

He said:

"Don't be afraid, I've broken all the bugs nearby. I added sleeping pills to Alfred's tea, he must be sleeping soundly now. As for that man...

He left two days ago!

He went somewhere secretly, but I guess he should be in that extraterrestrial observatory discussing some things with his freak friends.

Rest assured, Selina, our conversation won't leak out."

"You, a twelve-year-old kid, really impress me."

Catwoman said with a gloomy face:

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"I want to meet Mason Cooper."

Damian was not polite either, playing with the bat bugs in his hand and said:

"When those bastards contacted the League of Assassins, Mom always wanted that pretentious Mr. Sandstorm to take me away from this world.

But I don't like that hypocritical bastard.

But I am interested in your organization, Selina. I really want to know what you guys are doing. Is Mason an outsider? Is he an alien like that freak from Krypton?

My interest in him is growing. I have many questions to ask him.

If possible...

I'm even willing to become a member of your group to get rid of that stranger and boring man who always wants to be my father. After all, with your amateur level, you really need a powerful character to lead you to greatness.

I'm willing to offer my services."

"No way!"

Catwoman immediately refused:

"That's not a place for a kid like you to go. Our affairs are not as fun and cool as you think. Just stay obediently in the manor.

Don't go anywhere!"

"Do you think this manor can keep me?"

Damian sneered and said:

"Besides, I have something on you, Catwoman. I advise you to think carefully when you speak. You don't want your secrets to be discovered by your lover, do you?"

"Tsk."

Selina scoffed with her arms crossed and said:

"If even you have noticed, Bruce, who has been with me day and night, must have known for a long time. He even has a female friend who grew up playing magic with him since childhood.

Hmm, your appearance is indeed a surprise.

It made me notice something that I have been ignoring. Thank you for reminding me, Damian. My companions and I may need to prepare a plan in advance.

Now!

Go back to sleep! Otherwise, your wicked stepmother will beat you!"

"No way!"

Angrily, Damian rushed towards the exit of Wayne Manor.

Catwoman didn't stop him at all, just stood with her arms crossed and watched the show.

When the young assassin Asa Xin approached the exit of the manor, he triggered some "obstacles" set by his terrifying father.

The hidden row of *** under the turf started, and after Damian dodged three consecutive shots, he was finally hit and fell to the ground, which made him very unwilling.Part of his former strength came from the Lazarus Pit. After Mason's potion dispelled the dark power, Damian became weak or "normal."

Selina approached with elegant steps, lifted her paralyzed and gritted her teeth foster son from there, and patted the dust on his body....

She said softly:

"I know you find it hard to understand why Bruce keeps you locked up in the manor, but this is indeed his way of expressing care. That man has always been dull and stubborn in this regard.

The pain you feel from those *** hitting you actually comes from your father's deep love.

You should learn to accept it instead of continuing to resist, Damian. You and I both know that one day, you will willingly call him 'dad.'

One day, you will also respectfully call me 'mom.'"

"I won't!"

Damian struggled to escape from this place called "home." It was clear that this child had endured enough being locked up here for so long.

But Catwoman didn't have time to give her disobedient child a psychological counseling session.

She took out a sedative and injected it into Damian's struggling arm, causing him to quickly fall asleep.

While taking Damian to the manor, Catwoman took out a communicator "sponsored by" the future technology engineer, Judy.

She said to the other end:

"Mason, bad news, we may have been exposed."

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"Ah, we've been exposed."

In the basement of Cooper's shop, Mason, who had just finished processing the materials for the Fortune Spirit Potion, put down the ultra-precision communicator in his hand with a bit of melancholy.

Although Selina used the word "may," Mason could basically confirm that the secret of Team K had been exposed to the master's sight.

Anything related to Batman always had to be considered from the worst perspective, and be prepared for the worst.

But Mason wasn't very disappointed either.

After all, since the moment he was forced to join the Star Society, he knew that it was only a matter of time before his identity was exposed, and he had been preparing for it all along.

Since there was no giant Kansan bursting through his house walls with his underwear on the outside, using a heat ray to turn him into ashes, it meant that there was still a chance.

The fact that the master knew about Team K's existence but didn't confront Mason himself indicated a lot.

Perhaps Batman had other thoughts and plans?

Or perhaps he didn't even share this matter with the Justice League. It couldn't be ruled out that the master was actually helping Mason hide their secret identities.

This possibility was small.

But considering Batman's unconventional style of doing things, it was not impossible.

"Perhaps this means I have gained some of the master's trust?"

Mason calmly used enchanting techniques to process the materials at hand, while setting up an alchemy array on the table.

He thought to himself:

"Or maybe he's waiting for me and the others to 'voluntarily surrender' out of respect for Selina? Damian said Batman hasn't been in Gotham these days, maybe he went to the Watchtower, and the Justice League is dealing with that mysterious big event?"

Thinking of this, Mason paused and took out the hourglass that Mr. Hunter had given him from his bag.

The sand in this thing was still dripping at a fixed speed, as if time was passing second by second, and the decreasing amount of sand represented the approaching time of an important event.

The young man narrowed his eyes....

He placed the hourglass on his alchemy table.

Although there was no evidence, he instinctively felt that the "impact" event mentioned by Mr. Hunter and the major event being prepared by the Justice League should be the same.

So, will the upcoming "impact" also affect his world?

But this was a good thing!

Mason thought again. If the time for the big event was getting closer, at least for now, he didn't have to worry about the Justice League coming to his door.

At the same time, a sense of urgency rose in the young man's heart.

He felt that he must immediately prepare for this future event that might happen. As soon as he thought of this, Mason increased his speed.

He threw the processed materials into Pachi's alchemy Holy Grail, burned and heated them with magical fire, and continuously stirred and added subsequent materials with a smooth motion.

With this alchemy Holy Grail, Mason could almost abandon the cumbersome crucible and space-consuming distillation tube.

He didn't even need to deliberately pay attention to certain details in the whole process. This golden cup, which was once used by legendary wizards for alchemy, was magically enchanted to perfectly adapt to the production process of all potions.

What's more wonderful was that the potions didn't need to be taken out immediately after they were made. Letting them sit in the Holy Grail for a few days would purify them to epic quality.

This thing was definitely the holy artifact that all alchemists longed for.

And the best part was that this epic-quality potion would also be counted in Mason's skill proficiency bonus! In other words, with this thing, Mason didn't have to struggle to gain skill points through quantity-based branch skills.

He could truly focus on improving the quality of the potions, and then just wait patiently to see his alchemy proficiency skyrocket.

Just like an automatic alchemy "script" cheat.

And speaking of quantity...

"Swish!"

The alchemy array on the table was activated, and dozens of bottles of Witcher's Thunder Potion appeared in Mason's hands as the raw materials were consumed. These were made for the two barrels, and his physical fitness was already able to withstand these things and resist the toxins.

Of course, detoxifying with white honey was also necessary.

After an hour of busyness, Mason, who had both quality and quantity, threw a Philosopher's Stone into the Hachi Pachi Golden Cup filled with a pot of viscous potion, and then sealed it and put it in his bag.

He instructed Poison Ivy to take care of Harley and then left the shop, rushing to the pier in Miller Harbor and entering the Forbidden Forest Mage Tower in the world of Hogwarts through the World Gate.

At this moment, Zarkon was trying to summon a Neon Wizard's demon. When Mason arrived at the Mage Tower, what he saw was a scene of "chaos and dancing demons."Some ghosts he knew or didn't know were flying around screaming, and the most outrageous one was a snow female monster similar to an ice sculpture making icy bubble water for Shacong.

"Hey, Mason, come over and take a look at my new magic!"

The dark magician excitedly summoned Mason to watch him perform magic tricks, but as Mason approached, Shacong suddenly blinked his eyes and reached out to him, saying:

"Stop! Just stand there! Don't move."

"Hmm?"

The young man raised an eyebrow.

Then he saw Shacong pick up a handful of golden powder and flick it forward. The powder spun around for a few circles before dispersing a barely perceptible strange aura....

Meanwhile, Konstantin reached out and grasped something intangible, then sniffed it under his nose.

Frowning, he said:

"You've been followed! This technique is similar to the mark demons use when hunting for prey, and it won't trigger the warning of my Hell's Eye. But it does leave a traceable signal for the spellcaster.

Have you encountered Brad again?"

"No."

Mason pushed his hat on his head. Even if he was a demon knight, he couldn't silently cast some kind of tracking spell on him as long as he had the Sorting Hat on.

Since the silent Sorting Hat didn't give any warning, it meant that Mason hadn't had any contact with the demon knight wandering in Gotham.

"Then it must be someone around you who is being tracked!"

Shacong waved away the aura in his hand and said confidently:

"You have come into contact with that unlucky guy, so you have also been tainted with a trace of demonic aura. Damn it! Why won't that Brad just disappear?

Didn't Batman stop his private tracking?"

"That's an ancient man who has a demon living inside him, John."

Mason rubbed his forehead and said:

"I think it's rare for him to follow the rules. It seems that our Captain Jack has become the prey of a demon in the past three days, which is really bad.

Get ready to take action.

We can't let that demon knight continue to investigate like this.

He's about to dig up all our roots!

And I have some bad news, Batman may have already discovered the secret of the K Squad. From the worst perspective, we may have to fight the Justice League soon.

Do you have confidence, John?"

"Hehe, I won't hesitate to sell you out, Mason! When Superman and Batman appear in front of me together, I will definitely blame you for all the trouble.

And it's true.

I'm a villain, but this time I'm really being dragged down by you!"

Konstantin shrugged, took the ice bubble water handed to him by the snow female monster, drank a big sip, and let out a sigh of relief.

He looked at Mason and said:

"But you can still calmly say these terrifying words, it seems that you are already prepared, so don't keep me in suspense, let me see your trump card when facing the Justice League.

I guess it's something you got from the Batcave?"

"Well, it's missing a heart, and I know where to get a not-so-suitable but at least usable heart for it."

Mason smiled, glanced in the direction of the ruins of Hogwarts, snapped his fingers, and said:

"Have your pirate servants bring the dismantling tools and follow me, John."

"We're going to be busy tonight."

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