Strength Analysis

On the television, a dignified and elegant female host in a red gown stood in front of Arkham Asylum, holding a microphone and speaking.

"…Although Arkham Asylum… cough cough!"

"Sorry… cough cough!" the female host said, breaking into a violent coughing fit.

"Cough! Cough… ah… uh… hey!"

However, as the female host coughed, she let out strange laughter from time to time.

On this television broadcast, she laughed eerily at the audience across Gotham.

"Cough cough cough! Hey… hehe… hehehe…"

Bai Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the television, or more precisely, on the female host opposite the screen.

The host's hair had inexplicably turned green from blonde, and her entire face had become unnaturally pale.

Her eyes strained wide, as if trying to pop out of their sockets, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards uncontrollably.

Despite her body trembling, trying to suppress her laughter, the eerie smile that stretched to her ears and her wild, unrestrained laughter couldn't be stopped.

Seeing the pale hand resting on the female host's shoulder, Bai Lang knew the Joker had arrived.

The pale hand returned to the female host's shoulder, then pushed her away. She fell stiffly.

At this moment, a man in a purple suit, with green hair, a pale face, and a wide grin appeared on Bai Lang's television screen – the Joker.

"Good evening! Every citizen of Gotham City!"

The Joker aimed his gun at the camera, laughing wildly and presumptuously.

"Before we begin our grand tour of terror and destruction… let's send a warm greeting to Gotham's golden boy, Mr. Bruce Wayne!"

With a BANG, the screen instantly went black.

Even though the television had lost its picture, Bai Lang, with over 100,000 volts of Current Propulsion surging through him, could still hear the Joker's voice from the outskirts.

However, this was not easy; it required an extremely strong will to distinguish it.

Clearly, Bai Lang did not possess this condition at the moment.

But he knew the final scene's location.

Before that, if he could capture the Joker before Batman, Bruce Wayne, he should be able to gain Ability Points.

Or, he could take some other measures to create ripples of influence in the world.

Bai Lang lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and fully activated the rapid friction of his internal cells.

Every cell was like a madman fighting its surrounding cells, while Bai Lang was the commander-in-chief of all cells.

[Current Propulsion 103,000 Volts] → [Current Propulsion 104,000 Volts]

The next morning, he retrieved the files of the people who had died in the abandoned factory.

"That's strange, these people were all from the Iceberg Lounge," said Ryan, another detective, from the side.

Bai Lang looked at him and nodded.

"Perhaps the Joker has some connection to the Iceberg Lounge."

In the original body's memories, Ryan was a relatively good friend.

"Then shall we investigate together?" Ryan suggested.

"With the Joker causing panic throughout the city, the top priority is to capture this madman as soon as possible."

Although Bai Lang didn't know where the Joker was at this moment, following the current clues, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"You two shouldn't investigate this case!" a voice came from behind.

Bai Lang turned his head and saw the two white police officers who had previously mocked him in the archives.

The taller, fatter one on the left was Hunter, and the shorter, leaner one on the right was White.

"Why do you say that?" Ryan asked.

"Last night, there were other officers who didn't share your idea, but when they went to investigate the Iceberg Lounge, they ran into the Joker, and one of them ended up like that," Hunter on the left replied.

"Then we must go even more."

Hearing that the Joker was at the Iceberg Lounge, Bai Lang became even more determined to go there to investigate, preferably catching the Joker today.

Watching Bai Lang and Ryan's retreating figures, White and Hunter couldn't help but shake their heads inwardly.

"Knowing that officers have fallen victim there and still going, they're truly fools."

"Several detectives have already gone there; it's not a place for junior officers like us to get involved."

In their opinion, Bai Lang and Ryan would either become cold, pale corpses after encountering the Joker or be driven away by the detectives there.

Getting into the police car with Ryan, Bai Lang immediately drove towards the Iceberg Lounge.

The two quickly arrived at the Iceberg Lounge.

Second floor of the Iceberg Lounge.

As soon as he entered the second floor, Bai Lang saw three detectives conversing with Oswald, the owner of the Iceberg Lounge.

Bai Lang stared at the fat, pale-skinned man with the long, pointed nose.

He recognized him instantly as Penguin.

Among the three detectives, the portly Black detective frowned upon seeing Bai Lang and Ryan arrive.

His gaze fell on their chests. There was nothing there, indicating they were just regular officers.

"This case is dangerous. You rookies don't need to get involved."

Penguin nodded beside him.

Before Bai Lang could say anything, Penguin's henchmen began to push them out.

"Officers, our boss requests that you leave."

Bai Lang stood firm. The burly men couldn't budge him.

He looked at the younger officers standing next to the three detectives and asked, "Detective, they are also officers. Why can they investigate this case?"

Hearing this, the Black detective exchanged glances with the two White detectives beside him, then scoffed.

"They're different from you. They're with us. Unless you're also with a detective, or... you become a detective yourself."

"So you mean if we become detectives, we'll be qualified to investigate this case, right?" Bai Lang stated.

"I think you young people need more experience. You might be forty or fifty before you become a detective?" Ollie sneered at Bai Lang and Ryan beside him.

Bai Lang gave him a deep look, then led Ryan away from the Iceberg Lounge and back to the police car.

"They're going too far!" Ryan fumed beside him.

Bai Lang's expression remained blank. There was no hint of indignation or anger.

He had already had the opportunity to become a detective, but due to certain personal factors, he had told Director Gordon he needed to consider it.

There were two types of detectives: the first type was stationed at headquarters, investigating homicides and other serious crimes.

The second type was assigned to police stations in Gotham City or the countryside to manage public order.

But at this moment, not becoming a detective was no longer an option.

He took out his phone and dialed Director Gordon.

"Hello? Officer Bai Lang, what is it?"

"Director Gordon, I've made up my mind. I agree to become a detective."

Gordon on the other end of the line burst into laughter.

In his eyes, Bai Lang was an upright young man.

Completely different from those cops colluding with the mob, he was a promising talent worth nurturing.

"Excellent. Return to the police station immediately. I'll prepare a promotion ceremony for you."

Ryan, who was still complaining nearby, widened his eyes when he heard his good buddy speaking to the director.

What shocked him even more was that the director actually agreed?

Wait, Bai Lang, who the hell are you? You get the director to promote you to detective with just one phone call?

Wayne Manor, the Batcave.

In front of a massive screen, Bruce Wayne was intently watching the images displayed.

The screen was playing footage of Bai Lang, dressed in the Batman suit, going on a killing spree at the Red Rose Bar.

And the subsequent massacre before entering Bane's warehouse.

The later footage had been sent to his email by an anonymous person.

The video ended with a fake Batman carrying a gangster towards a warehouse in front.

"Reaction speed far beyond that of a normal human, immense punching power of at least five tons, and even some unknown ability to sense enemies..."

Bruce Wayne frowned, analyzing the strength of this Batman imposter frame by frame.

"It looks like it's time to start working on an anti-Batman armor."