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The valuable, handmade custom suit was instantly torn into rags. Anton took this opportunity to make his move.

He leaped forward and reached a glass curtain wall. He smashed the wine glass he had just held and threw the sharp goblet holder.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The sharp corner of the goblet pierced the throat of one of the gunmen.

The gunman gasped for air, his eyes wide in pain, spitting blood as he struggled to the ground.

His comrades, horrified, raised their guns to shoot.

The glass curtain wall shattered immediately.

However, Anton's whereabouts were lost behind the curtain.

"How can this be?"

"Where did he go?"

Whoosh!

As the gunmen were shocked, another two pieces of broken glass flew toward them, piercing the eyes of two gunmen.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"I can't see! I can't see! My eyes!"

They screamed in pain.

In just a few blinks of time, it became clear to everyone that there were four gunmen in total, and three had already been taken down.

The last remaining gunman was trembling, his forehead covered in sweat, and he felt an overwhelming sense of panic. 

He even began to think that it wasn't him attacking Anton, but Anton hunting him instead.

Offense and defense had swapped! What kind of opponent was this?

It wasn't that they hadn't gathered information on Anton. As far as they knew, Anton had never shown such terrifying skills before.

As the spokesperson for Batman, had this guy been trained to demonstrate his abilities?

The two sides remained at a standoff for ten seconds. The last remaining gunman was mentally on the edge, his spirit fraying.

He gritted his teeth, desperation in his eyes.

"Come out, raise your hands, or I'll kill everyone here! Aren't you Batman's comrade-in-arms? Are you just going to let us all die?"

The gunman was descending into madness.

"Don't! Don't kill us!"

The people lying on the ground were terrified, with some of the more fragile ones unable to hold back their tears.

The gunman could hardly bear the situation any longer.

The enemy hadn't shown themselves for a long time! His gun was held up the entire time, but it was useless.

His gaze flicked around wildly, then, without hesitation, he moved the muzzle and aimed it at a woman nearby.

"What—"

The woman collapsed on the ground, her lower body uncontrollably releasing, the stinking liquid wetting the edges of her skirt and flowing down her calf to the floor.

Just as the gunman was about to pull the trigger...

"Humph!"

A disdainful snort echoed from Anton's direction.

Whoosh!

A golden business card suddenly flew through the air, tracing a curved arc, like a bullet, and cut through the throat of the last gunman, severing his trachea.

The fate of the last gunman mirrored that of the one whose throat had been pierced by the broken goblet earlier. 

He vomited blood, his face quickly turning purple, and he lost his breath, dying in seconds.

 Anton stepped forward with a cold expression, picked up the gun from the fallen man's hand, aimed at the two killers whose eyes had been pierced, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Boom!

Both of them were shot in the head.

"Ended!"

Anton looked around, his tone low and calm. "The police have arrived. No one is allowed to leave now. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite. I hope you understand the gravity of the situation."

In the banquet hall, everyone could only feel the relief of surviving. They were too stunned to care about leaving. One by one, they collapsed on the ground and let out long sighs.

At this moment, someone noticed Anton's identity.

"Anton, it's you!"

Someone exclaimed.

Anton turned and saw that it was an old friend.

"Anton! Is he Anton Jameson? That director?"

"Not only is he a director, but he's also Batman's comrade-in-arms and an official member of the Justice League! No wonder he can join the Justice League!"

"Damn terrorist!"

People murmured in low voices. Another moment passed.

Ding, ding, ding!

The New York Police Department vehicles quickly arrived at the scene.

George Stacy led the police squad into the hall. Upon seeing the mess and several corpses on the ground, his face changed slightly, and he hurried over to Anton's side.

Seeing that Anton was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The two exchanged a few words.

Anton said, "The woman is on the balcony. She knows something. After you interrogate her, have the turtles put her in a temporary prison in the sewer. As for Daniel DeCobray, he's a bad luck case. You might not know much about him. You can try to interrogate him."

With that, he started walking toward the exit.

"Wait, where are you going?"

George was stunned. Seeing Anton's demeanor, it seemed he intended to continue his mission, so he persuaded him earnestly, "Anton, I'm not trying to stop you. What I'm saying is, the New York Police Department can help you. After all, this is New York. Do you understand?"

"No, there's no room for you to intervene in this matter!" Anton paused, his tone cold. "The enemy is dangerous, and they're after Batman."

"What?"

George was surprised. "For Batman?!"

Anton said a few more words, then walked toward his car.

"Do you really not need us to help you?" George couldn't help but shout.

"No, you don't need to come. We will solve this," Anton waved his hand as he drove off.

Boom, boom, boom!

The roar of the car engines echoed.

Before George, Anton sped away from the Columbia campus in his sports car. With a smooth flow, he disappeared, leaving no trace of the car's taillights.

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