Starling City is also Star City.

Renovated from the abandoned old factory of the Quinn Group, the Vuitton Bar is renovated.

basement.

The lights are bright.

Various instruments are arranged in an orderly manner, and complicated lines are spread on the ground in a mess.

This is an underground warehouse that he has been moved to.

"Listen to my Oliver, don't go against them! Give them whatever they want!" A beautiful woman was retracing and following a man's footsteps, persuading in a hurry.

"Salad, you don't understand." The man took off his green hood suit and put it in a simple clothes hanger, calmly answering the woman with an anxious look on her face.

Oliver Quinn.

One of the successors to the Quinn Group's billions of properties.

In Starling City, you may not have heard of the mayor's name, but you must know Quinn Group and Merlin International! These two companies are almost the most famous and powerful companies in Starling City. To be honest, the two major companies have made a lot of contributions to Starling City's economy.

Just as Wayne Group has influenced all aspects of Gotham City, the significance of Quinn Group and Merlin International to Starling City is also different from that. The two major group companies are like a mixed network that has won over many wealthy people and allies, becoming a chain of interests rooted in Starling City and constantly expanding outward.

The prototype of a regional consortium.

"I don't understand, but I understand that you can't anger them anymore! I've been in that organization for many years, I've received their training, and listened to their philosophy! Don't anger them anymore, the league will no longer have any good tempers." Sala pleaded.

Salad Lance, the daughter of a small police chief in Star City named Quentin Lance, Oliver Quinn, was also a member of the Assassin League. She has been in the league, so she deeply knows how crazy the alliance is when performing missions.

Oliver looked at the salad.

"Please!" Sala looked earnest: "This is different from the last time! The last time can only be considered an issue within the league, so Nisha has the right to give me freedom. But this time it is different. Even Nisha has no right to terminate the missions taken by the league."

"Where is Nisha?" Oliver asked.

"What?"

"Nisa Al Gul, where is the daughter of the master of the Assassin League, the ninja master Lei Xiaogu?"

"What do you want to do?" Sala was a little anxious.

"I want to talk to her in person," Oliver said.

"Oliver." Another female voice rang.

"What do you have to say, Felicity?" Oliver turned his head to look at the woman talking.

The woman had beautiful blonde hair and pretty facial features. The fingertips of her right hand subconsciously turned a pen and said cautiously: "I think it's better for you to listen to salad this time. We've seen the way of doing that organization last time..."

"Stop talking, I can't give his address, and he hasn't contacted me either." Oliver interrupted Felicity.

"You must do your own thing?" Salad looked at Oliver disappointed: "I really don't want you to go against Nisha again, and the league to go against it. This is my fault. If I didn't return to Star City, it wouldn't attract the attention of the league, and it would be even more impossible to discover the secret you want to hide."

"It's not your fault, salad." Oliver stroked salad's hair, held her in his arms, and comforted softly: "In the more than five years of my death, there were several people who helped me that I needed to be grateful for for the rest of my life! Stor was one of them. He gave me those things and I had to save them for him until the day he came to pick them up."

"Sorry, can I ask, what are those things?" Felicity raised her hand curiously. She hated her curiosity that was too strong and always came to the bottom of anything that was interested in, but she could not control it. After the words were said, she wanted to realize something, and smiled awkwardly and said again: "Of course, there is no need to say anything in a difficult situation. I just want to satisfy my curiosity."

"It's a magical serum stock, like," Oliver paused, "Milakuru."

"Okay, I need to go home." Oliver finished dressing up and walked backward to the stairs where the exit was, gestured to Sala, saying, "If you contact Nisha, please tell me. Goodbye."

Felicity looked at Salad in a daze, then looked at the silent veteran John Diguel, shrugged, turned around and looked at the screen behind him again: "When he answered this, my curiosity became even greater."

...

Villa Quinn.

Oliver pushed open the door and stepped forward, closing the door casually.

"You finally came back to Oliver. It is not commendable to keep the guests waiting." Moira Quinn walked out and said to Oliver.

"I'm deeply sorry, mother." Oliver responded a little coldly.

"Since you have started to be in charge of the affairs of Quinn Group, please receive the guests well." Moira Quinn was obviously used to Oliver's coldness. He rubbed his hands and clenched his fingers, moved away, and took Oliver to the living room in the room.

"Nisa?"

The first time he entered the living room, Oliver saw a person who made him feel familiar and even nervous.

Nisha Al Gul!

Assassin League Ninja Master Daughter.

"You finally came back to Oliver, I thought you would come back a little later." Oliver's sister, Sia Quinn, who accompanied her mother to pick up the guests, jumped up from the sofa and said.

"Why are you here?" Oliver smiled at his sister and looked at Nisha who was getting up quietly.

"Nisa came with me."

A male voice distracted Oliver's attention from Nisha, who was dressed in women's clothing.

"Mengo Storm." Mengo handed Oliver his right hand and smiled: "I hope this visit won't make you feel abrupt, Mr. Oliver Quinn."

"Just call me Oliver." Oliver glanced at Meng Ao in a daze, slowly reached out and held the hand he handed it to him, glanced at Nisha who was silent beside him. Although her heart was confused, her face was as dull as water. She asked tentatively: "We don't seem to know each other. Are you and Nisha very familiar?"

Oliver couldn't help but be nervous. He wanted to ask Salah to ask her to meet Nissa for a negotiation, but after returning home, he actually met Nissa and a somewhat stranger at home. If Oliver didn't have any guesses and associations in his heart, he would probably have spent those nightmares like a nightmare for those years, which made him transform from a rich family with a dandy family into another person's hell experience.
Chapter completed!