2214 Side Story: Fantasy Journey 55

It wasn't long before the waiters came back.

However, a large group of brawny men with guns came back with them.

These armed men were clearly divided into two types.

One group wore black masks and combat uniforms. They carried matching gear and moved in a very organized manner. There were about 20 of them.

The other group was made up of almost 100 people of different sorts who carried all types of weapons.

Most of the noise was caused by this second group.

Of course, the upper class in the hall could only see a small number of them at first, but those who sensed that something wasn't right had already started moving toward various exit points.

On the other hand, many of the women who had been brought here as trophy dates didn't react. Someone even exclaimed, "What's wrong? Why did you let these people in? Where are the security guards?"

But these people kept pouring into the hall. Under the direction of the masked men, they spread out and quickly surrounded everyone in the hall.

They didn't stand in a circle, like stupid criminals in the movies.

They split up and blocked several exits.

More than ten criminals with guns also positioned themselves on the spiral staircases on both sides of the hall. The guests in the hall all felt that a disaster was imminent.

Frowning, Master Wayne looked around the hall, which gradually filled with shouts and curses, before he quietly disappeared into a hallway on the second floor.

He was much more vigilant than the naive upper crust.

When he had sensed that something was wrong, he immediately slipped upstairs and broke away from the siege.

A moment later, breaking news appeared on TVs in Metropolis and Gotham.

Any TV that was on switched to this news, and a middle-aged fatso with a fanatical expression appeared on screen.

He had messy hair and an unkempt beard. He was wearing a dirty plaid shirt under a work jacket. It was obvious that he was from the bottom of society.

However, he spoke in a clear cadence. "Brothers and sisters, today is a great day when us ordinary people rise up against our oppressors…"

As he spoke, the camera followed him as he moved, and zoomed in on the terrified and trembling members of high society and beautiful women behind him. "Do you see this? These are the rich men and women of Gotham and Metropolis. They're raising money for 'us' who are starving and freezing on the streets."

The fatso raised a list and waved it at the camera. "Let's see the results of their 'goodwill'… Wow, unbelievable. It's actually 1,213,800 dollars. Thank you to these 500 rich and kindhearted people, for forking out such a huge amount of money. I'm so touched."

He turned around and pointed. "Of course, I might be more touched if this CEO of Bard Corporation, who controls our electricity, wasn't wearing a watch with a starting price of 3.6 million."

Then, he moved his round, black finger. "Also, this water company heiress is wearing a diamond necklace worth 1.7 million… This custom-made suit is worth 200,000 dollars… This tie clip is worth 30,000 dollars… This pair of leather shoes is worth 20,000 dollars… Hm, fine, I admit I'm a bit of a boor; I suddenly don't feel good."

His smile turned fierce. "Look at these people. They suck blood from our daily necessities, but have never once cared that we're tainted and fall sick thanks to their factory waste; they just need to fork out one leather shoe's worth of money at the right time to get rid of poor people like us."

The fatso's voice grew louder and more agitated. He waved his hand, and two brawny men appeared on camera with a petite woman held up between them. "What do they rely on? It's not just their money, but also these lackeys who work for their money."

As he spoke, he exerted strength and tore off most of the woman's evening gown.

Although it was violent, many men couldn't help but widen their eyes in front of their TVs.

Then… most people were dumbfounded, and many of them couldn't help but retch.

The fatso was so agitated that he used too much strength, and the bra under the evening gown was pulled down to the 'woman's' abdomen.

It wasn't snow-white peaks that appeared on camera, but a furry, black, flat chest – even a pair of boxers was half-exposed.

So, it wasn't a woman at all, but a man? The audience in front of the TV felt a little nauseated — mainly because the difference in expectations was too big.

Clearly, the fatso and the others hadn't known either.

The two brawny men who were holding the crossdresser looked conflicted. The fatso was about to say something, when he realized that the expressions of the people around him weren't right.

Turning around, he couldn't help but retch and curse. "F*ck, retch~ What the hell is this?"

Only after he was done cursing did he feel that he was ruining his performance. The fatso hurriedly diverted everyone's attention. "See that? For money, these people can even pretend to be women to protect these rich people."

However, after saying that, he felt disgusted again, and simply jumped to the next step. "But now, their 'owners' are in our hands. I declare that from tonight onward, anyone can go to their homes or their companies, and squeeze everything out of them.

"And I'll be here to ensure that they agree to this 'largest charity donation' in American history." The fatso's eyes were full of excitement and fanaticism. "Go, guys, take back everything that should have belonged to you in the first place. This world will ultimately belong to us! Make America great again~~"

After that, the criminals surrounding the upper class started to beat them up on the live feed and tear off the valuables they were wearing.

Whether intentionally or otherwise, expensive watches, jewelry, suits and leather shoes were flashed in front of the camera, and the criminals who got them shouted excitedly, "We're rich!"

"I've never worn a watch worth millions in my life."

"These leather shoes… Hm, they're not as comfortable as commemorative sneakers."

…

The fatso immediately gave the crossdresser a dark look. This d*mn pervert had almost ruined his perfect performance. Thankfully, he had held back from throwing up on the spot.

Gritting his teeth, he tilted his head at the two brawny men. "String this guy up at the entrance and teach him a lesson – the especially miserable kind."

The two brawny men looked at each other in bewilderment. How miserable was that?

In any case, they still dragged this crossdressing bigshot out. A moment later, there was a cry of pain outside the door. "Ah, no, no. I'm not a bodyguard. I'm just a corporate spy who came in to take sneak shots."