Seeing Jude pull out a small, exquisite handgun, Alfred looked embarrassed.
"Sorry, Mr. Herbert, but a lighter won't solve the problem. I heard Lucius say that you created a high-powered destructive weapon. Hurry and take it out—now is the time."
"Heh... Alfred, do you know? Ordinary people's greatest cognitive flaw is judging by appearances. Because of that, they often pay a heavy price."
As Jude spoke, he activated the jet system on his Gravity-Adhesion Shoes. White mist blasted from beneath his feet, launching him several meters away into the battle zone.
"Hahaha, look who's here! The great Mr. Jude Herbert!"
One arm of Bruce's Bat-suit had already been forcibly wrecked by a Talon. Seeing Jude suddenly appear nearby, he could not help shouting.
"Get out of here! Their target is me. Leave Gotham!"
"Hahaha, Bruce, it looks like you're in pretty bad shape. I came all this way specifically to save you. That kind of rejection makes me very sad."
"How did he just call the young master by name?" Butler-Man cried out.
"Alfred, do you think the Court of Owls still doesn't know who Batman is?" Ivy sighed.
Alfred immediately fell silent. Of course, he understood such a simple truth.
With a light twist of his wrist, Jude spun the gun around. The Memory Nickel-Alloy Effect activated, and the palm-sized handgun abruptly expanded until it was as large as a Desert Eagle, its muzzle aimed at a Talon several meters away.
"Buddy, know why I exposed Batman's identity? Because none of you are leaving today. Prepare to be baptized. Time to try out my new toy."
Upon discovering that some babbling guy had suddenly popped up behind him, the Talon raised his curved blade and slashed at Jude.
Jude immediately pulled the trigger. The Ultra-High Composite-Grade Medium-Particle Compressor hidden