Too Busy to Get Away

In the dean's office, Duke watched TV while playing Fight the Landlord online.

It couldn't be helped. Work was exhausting, and even a dean needed to relax.

Sharpening the knife did not delay the chopping of wood! Only with a full and energetic state of mind could he devote himself better to work and serve the people... Ahem, this was the United States. He should say that only then could he better resist capitalism's sugar-coated bullets and remain steadfast in the core values of socialism.

Dean Duke worked fifteen minutes a day, signed a handful of documents, and spent the remaining seven hours and forty-five minutes paying to win in games, perfectly resisting the corruption of hedonism in the capitalist world.

Don't ask where he got the money to pay to win. It just so happened that his personal account number was the same as Arkham Asylum's account number. Dean Duke knew nothing about this. If he had known, he definitely would not have done it. It was all the bank's fault!

Perhaps his luck was bad today. After several hours, Duke had not won a single round. Just as he exited the game, a black shadow sprang in through the window. It was the filthy rich Dark Knight—Batman!

No wonder his luck had been so bad today. So it was this Bat Man's fault.

Duke sighed at Batman's overwhelming bad luck. The man had not even arrived, yet he had already sent his misfortune over hours in advance. He said irritably, "It's broad daylight. There's a door, but you had to come through the window. Don't you know you're a good guy now?"

The evil Saiyans had attempted to conquer Earth, and Batman and the others had stepped forward, becoming some of the most prestigious superheroes. Although they had