"What exactly is going on with Metropolis right now? I noticed that violent crime here doesn't seem as frequent as in Gotham, but the evil aura hanging over the entire city is no less intense."
Raymond gazed with interest at the scene on the artificial beach in the distance and asked in a somewhat uncertain tone.
Since this artificial island was filled with luxury villa districts built for the wealthy, the beach was packed with sexy women in bikinis and young men showing off their toned muscles bare-chested.
The people they served ranged from wealthy individuals in their thirties to those in their sixties or seventies.
Whenever the latter took a liking to someone, all they had to do was wave a hand, and the former would immediately approach with fawning smiles like servants.
There were also plenty of men in black suits patrolling nearby, their bulging waists suggesting they were carrying guns.
But they were not bodyguards. They were the managers of the bikini-clad women and muscular young men.
The moment anyone tried to escape or failed to provide proper service, they would be taken away for a "talk."
When they were sent back, their eyes were usually filled with fear and despair. They could only abandon all dignity and individuality, becoming special "goods" displayed on shelves.
Yes, their role here was not that of people, but merchandise and playthings for the rich to choose from.
Many of them were even teenagers or children specifically meant to satisfy certain perverse desires.
Anyone could guess that this business certainly involved crimes such as kidnapping, abduction, and human trafficking.
And whoever ran it could not possibly be some legitimate company, but rather an organization with mafia and gang-like ties.
Just as Bruce Wayne had mentioned, ever since Superman disappeared, all the