Looks like I killed the wrong man, but... whatever

Shazo grinned and conjured a ball of black smoke.

The black flame landed on Alberto Falcone's blood-soaked mess, and in the next instant, it exploded and burned like oil, completely incinerating in just a few seconds, leaving nothing behind.

Despite the intense flames, Alberto Falcone's clothes were not burned; they merely burned away the bloodstains on them.

Batman frowned, making his own judgment. "A smokescreen!"

Shazo chuckled, "Think what you want, but there's no body now, so legally speaking, I'm not a murderer."

Batman scoffed, "The law is a matter for the police and judges. Batman follows his own rules. I saw you kill Alberto Falcone; in my eyes, you are the murderer!"

Shazo finally heard this and laughed heartily with satisfaction, "Hahaha, good! Excellent!"

"Batman has abandoned the law; you've torn off your cloak of Justice. From now on, I don't need to consider your Justice identity anymore."

"Of course, you can still call yourself Justice in front of me in the future, after all, you can say whatever you want, but I will only despise you in my heart."

Even with Batman's unwavering resolve, he couldn't help but feel extremely ashamed and indignant at this moment, his face Red Eye with excitement. "I will defeat you!"

As he roared, he slapped the mechanism between his hands, causing three sharp blades on his arms to spring out and attack Shazo head-on.

Then Batman swung his hands outwards, throwing several bat boomerangs that traced arcing trajectories, attacking Shazo from the side and even behind.

Finally, he tucked his left fist into his waistband and thrust his right fist straight out to strike Shazo's face, with three cone-shaped spikes popping out from the tip of his fist.

In less than a second, Batman's attacks came from all directions simultaneously, unleashing attacks Superman limits with his peak Taijutsu abilities.

But for Shazo, this was merely an attack that exceeded the limits of human capability.

If a standard had to be given, it would be that of Konoha Genin the Naruto World, a normal, not abnormal, Genin level.

With a smile, Shazo Zuo extended his left hand, holding six sharp blades in his palm. He then flicked two of them and threw them, knocking down all eight bat-shaped boomerangs.

His right hand caught Batman's heavy punch, ignoring not only the sharp cone-shaped spikes and the serrated edge of his palm, but also withstanding the high-speed impact of 200 kilograms, his whole body remaining completely still.

Shazo gripped Batman's right fist with his right hand, and his internal energy surged into Batman's body like a torrent, compressing his internal energy and leaving him defenseless.

Then, Shazo used an electric current to stimulate Batman's muscles, forcibly instructing them to tense, thus achieving the effect of immobilizing him.

However, this move is only effective when there is physical contact; once the grip is released, he will regain his freedom and ability to resist.

Shazo sighed inwardly. Although the DC universe was highly inclusive, its rules were much stricter, and it severely suppressed external Chakra, allowing users to exert less than one-tenth of its power.

Otherwise, he could have manipulated Batman like a puppet.

Shazo forcibly restrained Batman, but only horror was seen in his eyes, not panic.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly worthy of being Batman! Such unwavering resolve makes him an exceptional talent for cultivation and martial arts, though it's a pity his brain isn't quite up to par."

Shazo, holding the remaining four blades, said mockingly, "You must have watched my surveillance video before you came. You must have seen how I could control bullets and Grenade shrapnel, and you also saw how I controlled the batarangs just now. Why would you use these useless things to attack?"

"Does it mean they look down on me and don't care about me at all, or do they simply not value me enough?"

Batman's facial muscles were also tense, preventing him from speaking, but his eyes were changing, becoming deep and serious.

He had clearly realized his mistake, knowing he had made a grave error of arrogance. He shouldn't have fought this Esper Powers criminal today; instead, he should have conducted a thorough investigation and made meticulous preparations.

Once you have a complete grasp of the enemy's intelligence, then set up targeted traps before launching a surprise attack or ambush.

I just don't know if I'll have another chance to make up for my mistakes.

Shazo Zuo laughed heartily. He could see that Batman was prepared to die, but still hadn't given up hope.

"This is so much fun! It's so much fun!"

"It's said that Batman often suffers defeats, injuries, and even crippling or death in skirmishes, but he's invincible when he's well-prepared."

"Alright! I'll give you a chance to showcase your intellect, intelligence, and combat Talent."

"I won't kill you or cripple you today, I'll just teach you a lesson so you won't disregard me next time."

Shazo dropped the blade in his left hand and slapped himself 100 times in five seconds with both hands.

The barrage of slaps produced a series of loud "smack smack smack smack" sounds, making Batman's head buzz and leaving him completely stunned.

He was completely stunned.

Shazo's slaps were no joke; he could deliver force precisely to the face even through the helmet, making each slap incredibly painful.

In just a few seconds, his face was completely swollen, and he also suffered a mild concussion.

But what's even more serious is the shame. From childhood to adulthood, Batman has never been slapped by a man, not even by his father.

But shame did not rob Batman of his reason. He quickly realized that his body had regained sensation, and without uttering a single harsh word, he stumbled away.

Shazo didn't take it to heart and continued to make his own calculations.

"I was just going to hide the money and retrieve the car the Joker brought when Alberto Falcone opened fire with a submachine gun. That's unusual."

"Although the Falcone Family is powerful, I've never heard of them being this arrogant."

"Oh dear, is that stretch of road I passed their important transaction location, or a secret, shady factory?"

"Interesting. I need to go back and take another look. Maybe today I can find the Falcone Family's Achilles' heel and force them to seek revenge against me."

"Hehehe, it's too much trouble for me to hunt down gangsters. It's much easier to let them come to their deaths on their own."

An hour later, Shazo scratched his head awkwardly, realizing that he seemed to have killed the wrong person.

Well, the guy in front of me, Johnny Vitti, is the nephew of "The Romans" Carmine Falcone, and a legitimate member of the Falcone Family.

Alberto Falcone, who had previously used a submachine gun to shoot at Shazo and was then brutally beaten by Shazo until his body was completely destroyed, was, although he was the son of Carmine Falcone, an outcast of the Falcone Family.

Alberto harbors resentment over being abandoned and transforms into a "Holiday Killer," attacking members of the Falcone Family.

Because of his bloodline, he always had access to accurate intelligence from within the family, which enabled the "Holiday Killer" to succeed in his attacks, making him a rising star among serial killers.

Alberto Falcone's objective today is to ambush Johnny Vitti, Shazo is driving through the area where Johnny Vitti is preparing to conduct a drug deal.

Alberto mistook Shazo for a patrolling gang member and opened fire indiscriminately, which resulted in his own death.

When Shazo returned to the site of the attack, he happened to run into Johnny Vitti making a deal.

Both sides suffered heavy losses, Johnny Vitti was taken prisoner, Shazo reaped a windfall, making a very lucrative fortune.

In fact, Johnny Vitti didn't know that Alberto was the "Holiday Killer." It was Shazo, while interrogating Alberto to obtain information about the "Romans," inadvertently synthesized all the information and deduced the conclusion.

Shazo licked his lips, smiling as he comforted himself, "Okay, okay, I didn't exactly kill the wrong person, did I? Alberto was also one of Falcone's men, right?"

"To destroy this kind of family-run gang, the most important thing is to take out the leader, but then you have to kill all their relatives and blood relatives to completely destroy them."

"Yes, they all must be killed, not a single one can be spared. I'm not wrong, hehe, I'm not wrong!"

After consoling himself, Shazo snapped Johnny Vitti's neck and wrote a large Chinese character for "empty" in his blood to show that he was not the serial killer from "Roman Holiday".

Then he left, completely satisfied.

Batman, riding the Batmobile, stumbled back to the Batcave, where he was finally rescued by Alfred Pennyworth, the butler.

To the old butler's surprise, the young master's face was swollen from the beating, a situation that completely defied medical principles.

But the old butler had no time to investigate. He used the best anti-swelling and bruise-reducing ointment and cold compresses, and it took more than half an hour for Bruce Wayne to recover somewhat, at least enough to take off his helmet.

Only after removing his helmet could Bruce see, through his swollen eyes, just how horribly his face had been reduced to a slit.

Alfred asked with concern, "Young master, who did you meet tonight?"

Bruce, gritting his teeth against the pain, replied in a low, booming voice, "I found the killer who murdered the Joker, the Esper Powers."

--

"He was very strong; he took advantage of my arrogance and carelessness, pushing me to the Extremis of death—"

The old butler felt a chill run down his spine, and only his good manners allowed him to control himself and prevent him from screaming.

Bruce continued, "Fortunately, this madman is a megalomaniac; he didn't kill me. Instead, he let me go, allowing me to come back and prepare to challenge him again."

"Heh heh, Alfred, I've really made a big mistake this time."

"But I assure you, I will never be arrogant again, and I will never attack any enemy rashly before I am fully prepared."

"Next time, I might not have another chance."

The old butler breathed a sigh of relief, "Young master, it's the best outcome that you think this way."

Because the swelling in their faces wouldn't go away, Batman and Bruce Wayne disappeared for a whole month.

It wasn't until Christmas was approaching that Bruce Wayne appeared at high-society social events. He once again made a high-profile purchase of a hotel, just so that his new female companion could enjoy playing in the central pool in the hotel Main Hall.

Such an extravagant and ostentatious display once again refreshed everyone's understanding of Wayne's level of extravagance.

But no one dared to say anything to him; in fact, everyone praised Bruce for his straightforward and generous nature.

Because Bruce Wayne is a genius, a business genius. He certainly spends a lot, but he earns even more.

Since Wayne Group is thriving under Bruce's management, what's wrong with him spending a little more money?

This is a good thing.

After all, it's possible to earn that money yourself.

After spending a fortune, the greedy business hyenas turned green with envy and swarmed around Bruce Wayne, trying to sell their businesses and products, while many others sought investment.

Bruce Wayne skillfully navigated these people, making accurate assessments and judgments. He closed several deals amidst the clinking of glasses, impressing everyone with his shrewdness and competence, and they put away their unrealistic greed.

The conversation then shifted, and before anyone knew it, everyone was talking about the newly emerged serial killer, "Sora."

This is an unprecedented madman who has been killing people every night for the past month, and doing so in a very high-profile manner.

The Falcone Family and Maroni family became the biggest victims. Whether their family members were in their heavily guarded homes, hiding in Arkham Asylum, or being the Jail, they could not escape the killings of "Empty".

"Every time he killed someone, he would draw the victim's blood and write a large blank character on it."

"I've seen that Chinese character in the photo. The meaning of this character is very complex, representing the sky, emptiness, nothingness, space, and so on. It's even related to Buddhist beliefs."

"What a mysterious killer! And he only kills gangsters and criminals, so he must be a good person, right?"

"I think he's a good person, but Commissioner Loeb of the Police Department definitely won't think so, haha."

Not far away, Commissioner Gordon frowned, his fingers gripping the wine glass so tightly that his fingertips turned white.

He was deeply conflicted.

After a month of frenzied killings, Falcone Family and Maroni family are on the verge of collapse.

The Maroni family, in particular, suffered a devastating blow when even their Clan Leader was trapped and killed in their castle by "Kong," leading to the complete collapse and disintegration of the family organization.

The remaining members of the Maroni family fled, and their remaining assets even became a battleground for other gangs.

The Maroni family is on the verge of destruction, Falcone Family is in no better shape.

If it weren't for the Clan Leader Carmine Falcone's cunning and caution, managing to evade the "Void's" attacks four times in a row, their fate would have been exactly the same as the Maroni family's.

However, the situation of the Falcone Family was also extremely bad. Allies such as Johnny Vitti and Carl Vitti, as well as middle-level core members led by Milos and Grappa, were almost all Carnage by "Kong".

Falcone was already teetering on the brink of collapse, barely clinging to life.

Just as Gotham's high society was discussing "empty," Carmine Falcone used a double to escape Shazo's attack once again.

Shazo couldn't help but exclaim, "Carmine truly lives up to his reputation as a mainstay of the Gotham mob; he's really resilient."