I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

Emma took out the Sony camera she had just bought from her bag, took two pictures quietly, and if she wanted to take another picture, she had already entered a nightclub with neon signs.

Emma was carrying a big bag and was about to follow, but was stopped by someone.

"ID card" A strong man was guarding the door.

"I left my ID card in the villa and didn't bring it with me." Emma.

"Girl, let's go, go back and take it and come back."

"Wait a minute, I swear I'm eighteen and I'm from one of the richest families in New York."

"Everyone here is rich, go ahead, the nightclub has no legs, you can't run, etc." He yelled and suddenly covered his ears, listened for a moment, and then moved away.

"Okay, you can go in."

"Forehead"

"You can go in if someone is there." The big man shrugged and made a gesture of invitation.

Emma looked puzzled. Could it be that she had been discovered?

But after thinking about it, Emma gritted her teeth and went in. This was her chance.

As long as I can get hold of his scandal, I can force him to agree with me

"Be careful, don't let them find out, otherwise" Emma walked down the stairs, looked around, and hid behind the bonsai under the stairs.

"Oh Dad, the game has begun." Emma pointed the camera at Winston, who was talking and laughing with the woman, and was about to press the shutter, but one hand blocked the view.

The shutter was finally pressed.

"Who?" Emma suddenly raised her head and saw someone who was indeed familiar.

Edward shook his head slightly with a faint smile.

Emma saw the fleeting depth and solemnity in Edward's eyes, which even made Emma think it was an illusion, and the guilty feeling of being caught immediately made Emma speak first

"What are you doing and why are you here?"

"We're here to talk business." Edward pointed upstairs. "I heard that this is my private box, so I turned around to find the way and talk about business by the way. How about you?"

"I" Emma was embarrassed for a moment, how should she tell him that she was here to secretly film her father's cheating?

"I heard that the bar here has been renovated into a nightclub, so I came to take a look and enjoy it." Emma held up her camera and shook it.

"Hehe." Edward looked at her with an ambiguous expression, "Let's pass by the idea that happened by chance."

"how do you know"

"If you want to come to investigate, you don't even bring your ID card."

"Ah, you know." Emma suddenly remembered that you had asked him to let me in when she was expelled just now."

"This bar belongs to Mr. Wayne, and I happen to be able to talk." Edward looked in the direction of Emma's camera and saw Winston talking to a young girl in a red dress. He shrugged.

“Would you like a drink?”

Emma also looked out from the inside of the bonsai, and saw Winston taking the girl upstairs. She looked at Edward with resentment in her eyes.

"I really want to take pictures." Edward asked helplessly.

Emma blinked and nodded. As long as there is this threat, she can be free.

"Okay, let's take a picture, only one." Edward raised his hand.

Emma glanced at Edward strangely, and used her imperfect telepathy ability to try to read Edward's memory, but the only script she could find was the Iron Man 1 script.

"Crack." Emma snapped a picture of the back of the two people going up the stairs, and she felt a little happier, but it was a bit more strange.

Emma turned around with the camera to conceal her true intention of coming, but suddenly, her gaze was attracted by the blond man in front of the bar.

"Christan why is he here?"

Kristan was chatting and laughing with someone, and seemed to be in a much better mood than at home, but the figure behind the person who was talking to Kristan

Hey, that's the weirdo I met in the afternoon who had bloody scenes in his mind. It was so disgusting.

Edward also followed Emma's gaze.

Christan was leaning against the bar counter, and standing opposite was the pervert Emma met in the morning, with messy hair like an artist, and pale to the point of paleness.

"I, I feel a little uncomfortable"

"A breath of fresh air will help, but a better option is for me and me to go out for a walk, the outside is more open." The weirdo suggested.

"Okay." Christian felt a little dizzy, sleepy, and wanted to sleep.

Christan was supported by the strange man and turned and left the nightclub through the back door.

"It doesn't feel right." Edward quickly ran to the bar, and under the perverted gaze of the waiter, he sniffed the wine glass that Christian had just drunk.

"I've been drugged." Edward concluded, Emma's face turned pale, and she turned around and chased after him

"Christan"

Edward followed in front of Emma, ​​helping to clear away the chaotic crowd. This movement caused a lot of complaints, and there was a lot of cursing in the hall.

"Why is it so noisy?" Winston looked downstairs strangely and saw a familiar figure.

"Why is she here?"

"Where did they go?" Emma quickly rushed out the back door.

The orange lights at the intersection emitted bright light, but could not shine into the dim alley. On the trash cans at the intersection, the flies were startled, and there was a buzzing sound.

In a dark place deep in the alley, there is a black car parked with the trunk open, and a weirdo is trying to put Christian into the trunk.

"Let him go!" Emma yelled, and just as she was about to use her ability, a swift shadow flew past her, and the air flow brought up her long golden hair.

"Hey, Thief Sun." An empty wine bottle hit the weirdo on the shoulder. The weirdo felt pain, shrank his hand, and looked fiercely in the direction where the bottle flew, but his vision was blocked by a big black foot.

"go away"

Following Edward's kick, the weirdo was kicked to the ground. The force that should have knocked him out was just fine, but the weirdo was fine.

The weirdo glared fiercely, took out a butterfly knife from his pocket, and forced Edward back.

"Ed"

In a hurry, Emma chased after him and subconsciously wanted to use her ability to protect Edward, but behind her, a voice she least wanted to hear suddenly appeared.

"Emma Grace Frost" Winston's voice was full of sullenness, and the suppressed extreme anger made his voice vibrate.

"Dad." Emma bit the bullet and turned her head.

Taking advantage of this gap, the strange man's butterfly knife spun, forcing Edward back again, took the opportunity to turn around and get into the car, and quickly activated the accelerator.

Edward stopped after two steps, and the people in the car also took a look back. There was no anger, only coldness and calmness, and in the indifferent eyes, there was a scarlet light that is impossible for human beings.

Edward flicked his right foot nonchalantly.

It was as hard as an iron plate, that is to say, if it was an ordinary person with such a foot, his foot might be broken.

"I was still guessing what it was, but I didn't expect it to be this damn thing."

However, being able to use this thing to do things is really amazing.