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Red electrical arcs flashed all over Bai Lang's body.

In just a few seconds, the power within him increased by 50%, and his physical fitness continued to grow under the continuous surge of such powerful currents.

He couldn't even estimate how strong he was now.

Bai Lang reached out and pinched the transparent cuticle on his body, feeling a texture like tough leather.

His skin seemed to have become incredibly resilient; an ordinary kitchen knife would require considerable force to leave even a white scratch on him.

He closed his eyes, sat on the bed, and felt the powerful electrical current emanating from everywhere in his body.

He tried to use his willpower to restrain the suddenly surging currents.

Tonight, Gotham was destined to be sleepless.

Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne lay in a chair, covered in wounds. On the screen in front of him, all the combat footage he could collect of that Super Batman was displayed.

"Young Master Wayne, don't take such risks next time," butler Alfred said, looking at the red marks on Bruce Wayne's hands and the wounds on his body with concern.

"Gotham needs Batman, Alfred," Bruce shook his head, looking at some of the collected data in his hand.

"But isn't there already a Batman? He's Super Batman."

Hearing this, Bruce turned his head to look at Alfred, his eyes flashing with determination.

"No, he's not. He's just a person with power, an unstable factor causing immense destruction with great power."

"I will find him, and then I will change him," Bruce Wayne said, his hands typing on the keyboard.

Immediately, a detailed blueprint of a suit of armor appeared on the screen – it was the Anti-Batman armor he had designed to counter the newly appeared Batman.

At the same time, a scene of Bai Lang surrounded by red electrical currents was playing beside it.

Seeing his determination, Alfred sighed and shook his head.

"That red light looks like some kind of highly condensed energy, but when it struck the person wearing the iron armor, they suffered injuries as if electrocuted."

Hearing butler Alfred's analysis, Bruce Wayne nodded. "This situation also needs to be considered. The Anti-Batman armor needs to use insulating materials and be able to withstand the opponent's immense strength."

"I have a premonition that Gotham is about to descend into chaos. The death of one Joker will inevitably lead to another, not to mention that strange and powerful person in metal armor, and the fake Batman..."

Thinking of this, he immediately made a decision: "Alfred, please tell Fox that the blueprints and materials for the Anti-Batman armor are basically finalized. Have him notify me when it can be built."

Colorful neon signs flickered, displaying images of two men holding guns, one in white and the other in blue.

Beside them was a string of English letters, "Contra" – Soul Soldier.

This was the arcade that Bai Lang had the remaining members of Bane's gang maintain.

As soon as Bai Lang pushed the door open, the noisy sounds rushed towards him.

Mixed with the rhythm of electronic music, the beeps of game consoles, and the cheers of teenagers.

Looking at the laughing teenagers, Bai Lang's eyes held a hint of envy.

When he was young, he also envied those who had their own game console, but now that there were so many, he could no longer return to the innocence of his childhood.

The arcade interior was spacious and bright, with walls covered in various posters.

At the cashier's counter, a young white boy saw him enter and immediately stood up to walk towards him.

"Boss Bai Lang, our arcade only made a thousand dollars this month." The boy's face was a little anxious.

Bai Lang shook his head, signaling him not to worry.

"It's okay, Mick. Help me call Gardner and the others to the restaurant."

Mick nodded and turned to walk towards the depths of the arcade, while Bai Lang turned towards the Chinese restaurant next door.

A room in the restaurant.

"Boss, our restaurant made nearly ten thousand dollars this month!"

Gardner, a chubby white man, had a flushed face at this moment, like a child waiting for praise.

"I told you not to call me boss." Bai Lang looked at these burly men with rough faces and tattooed arms and felt a little speechless.

These were the few people he had kept from Bane's gang.

"Batman asked us to find you back then, so if you're not the boss, who is? Mick? That kid is just a temporary leader, and besides, he's too young," Gardner said.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Bai Lang shook his head. "You used to be in Bane's gang. Do you know a mercenary named Deathstroke?"

Deathstroke was quite an influential figure in the DC Universe. If he could find the man and make him change some things, perhaps he could influence the world and gain Ability Points.

Hearing Bai Lang ask about someone, Gardner thought carefully and realized he didn't know anyone by that name.

He turned to ask his companions, "Do you know him?"

"No idea." His companions all shook their heads, indicating they didn't know such a person.

"We don't know, boss, but you could try going to a place," Gardner said, turning back to Bai Lang.

"Where is it?"

"The basement of the Iceberg Lounge, that's where the casino is, and it's also the intelligence hub for Gotham's entire underground dark world."

Hearing Gardner's words, Bai Lang finally remembered that the Penguin's Iceberg Lounge had a dedicated basement for illegal activities.

Bai Lang nodded and was about to leave.

Gardner called out to him, "Boss, what should we do next?"

Bai Lang looked back at the people in the room, each looking at him with hopeful eyes.

He felt in his heart that he had made the right decision.

"Let's set a small goal first: take down the Wayne Group next door."

After Bai Lang left, the five people sitting in the room gathered together.

"What do you think 'taking down' the Wayne Group means?"

"What else? It must mean taking over the Wayne Group with guns and firepower!"

Gardner shook his head, "How is that possible?! Did you forget? Boss is a Detective! Batman left us with him to reform, telling us to follow the right path."

"So I think Boss probably wants us to make our initial assets, like the restaurant and arcade, even bigger than the Wayne Group's."

The other four heard this and immediately gave him a thumbs-up.

"Gardner, you're still the smartest!"

WHOOSH!!

Heavy rain suddenly poured down from Gotham's sky.

The previously clear sky had turned pitch black at some point.

Muffled thunder roared through the clouds.

Bai Lang flagged down a taxi and got in, preparing to head to the Iceberg Lounge.

However, the moment he sat down, he sensed something was wrong.

Next to the driver, someone was now sitting, holding a pistol pointed at Bai Lang's head.

This person wore a black mask, covering their eyes and part of their face, with a cascade of jet-black hair that exuded wildness.

They were even wearing a black, form-fitting cat-ear suit that accentuated their alluring figure.

In an instant, Bai Lang knew who this woman was.

Catwoman.