Bzzzt!!
Red arcs of electricity flickered all around Bai Lang.
In just a few seconds, the power within him had grown by 50%, and the powerful current continued to enhance his physical abilities.
Even he couldn't estimate how strong he was now.
Bai Lang reached out and pinched the transparent layer of keratin covering his body. It felt like cowhide.
His skin seemed to have become incredibly resilient. An ordinary kitchen knife could only leave a white scratch on him if someone pressed hard.
He closed his eyes and sat on the bed, feeling the powerful current coursing through every part of his body.
He tried to use his willpower to rein in the current that had suddenly surged within him.
Tonight, Gotham was destined to be sleepless.
Wayne Manor.
Bruce Wayne lay in a chair, covered in wounds. On the screen before him played every combat video of Super Batman he had managed to collect.
"You mustn't take such risks again, Young Master Wayne." Alfred looked 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 as he looked over the information he had gathered.
"But we already have a Batman, don't we? He's Super Batman, after all."
At those words, Bruce turned to look at Alfred, his eyes shining with determination.
"No, he isn't. He's just someone with power—a volatile threat with enough strength to cause massive destruction."
"I'll find him, then change him." As Bruce Wayne spoke, his hands flew across the keyboard.
Detailed blueprints for a suit of armor appeared on the screen. It was the Anti-Batman Armor he had designed to counter the newly emerged Batman.
Beside it played footage of Bai Lang surrounded by red electricity.
Seeing that Bruce was set on this course, Alfred shook his head and sighed.
"That red glow looks like some kind of highly concentrated energy. But when it struck the man wearing iron armor, he suffered injuries that looked like electric shocks."
Hearing Alfred's analysis, Bruce Wayne nodded. "We need to account for that, too. The Anti-Batman Armor will need insulating materials, and it must be able to withstand his immense strength."
"I have a feeling Gotham is about to descend into chaos. With the Joker dead, it's only a matter of time before another one appears. Then there's that strange, powerful man wearing metal armor from head to toe, and the false Batman..."
With that, he made up his mind. "Alfred, tell Fox that the Anti-Batman Armor's design and materials are basically finalized. Have him let me know when it can be built."
Multicolored neon signs flashed images of two men in white and blue, each gripping a gun with both hands.
Beside them was a string of English letters: "Contra."
It was the arcade Bai Lang had previously had the remaining members of Bane's gang set up.
As soon as Bai Lang pushed open the door, a cacophony of noise hit him.
Electronic music blended with the beeps of arcade machines and the cheers of teenagers.
Watching the boys and girls laughing happily, Bai Lang felt a hint of envy.
As a child, he had desperately wanted a game console of his own. Now he had more than he could count, but he could never return to the innocence of his childhood.
The arcade was spacious and brightly lit, with all kinds of posters covering the walls.
A white boy at the front counter saw him come in and immediately got up to approach him.
"Boss Bai Lang, our arcade only made a thousand dollars this month." The boy looked a little uneasy.
Bai Lang shook his head, signaling that he didn't need to worry.
"It's fine, Mick. Get Gardner and the others to meet me at the restaurant."
Mick nodded and headed deeper into the arcade. Bai Lang turned and walked toward the Chinese restaurant next door.
In one of the restaurant's rooms.
"Boss, our restaurant made nearly ten thousand dollars this month!"
Gardner was a chubby white man. His face was flushed, and he looked like a child waiting for praise.
"I told you not to call me boss." Bai Lang looked helplessly at the few burly men, their faces covered in flesh and their arms covered in tattoos.
They were the men Bai Lang had kept from Bane's gang.
"Batman told us to come find you. If you're not the boss, then who is? Mick? He's only a temporary leader, and besides, he's still too young," Gardner said.
"Forget it. Let's not talk about that." Bai Lang shook his head. "You used to run with Bane's gang. Do you know a mercenary called Deathstroke?"
Deathstroke was a fairly prominent figure in the DC Universe. If Bai Lang could find him and get him to change, perhaps he could influence the world and earn Ability Points.
When Bai Lang asked about him, Gardner thought hard but realized he had no idea who that was.
He turned to the men beside him. "Any of you know him?"
"I don't know." They all shook their heads, saying they had never heard of him.
"None of us know him, Boss, but you could try a certain place." Gardner turned back to Bai Lang.
"What place?"
"The basement level of the Iceberg Lounge. There's a casino down there, and it's also the information hub for Gotham's entire criminal underworld."
At Gardner's words, Bai Lang remembered that the Penguin's Iceberg Lounge had four underground levels dedicated to illegal activities.
Bai Lang nodded and was about to leave.
Gardner stopped him. "Boss, what should we do next?"
Bai Lang turned to look at everyone in the room. Each of them gazed at him expectantly.
He felt that he had made the right decision.
"Let's start with a small goal: take down the Wayne Enterprises next door."
After Bai Lang left, the five men still in the room huddled together.
"What do you think he means by 'take down Wayne Enterprises'?"
"What do you think? We use guns and firepower to seize Wayne Enterprises!"
Gardner shook his head. "How could that be?! Have you forgotten? The boss is a police captain! Batman left us with him so we could turn over a new leaf and go straight."
"So I think the boss wants us to grow our starting assets—the restaurant and the arcade—until they're worth more than Wayne Enterprises."
The other four immediately gave him a thumbs-up.
"Gardner, you're the smart one!"
Whoosh!!
Rain suddenly poured down over Gotham.
The sky, which had been clear just moments earlier, had turned pitch-black.
Thunder rumbled overhead.
Bai Lang hailed a taxi and got in, ready to head to the Iceberg Lounge.
But as soon as he sat down, he sensed something was wrong.
Someone had appeared beside the driver. She was pointing a pistol at Bai Lang's head.
She wore a black mask that covered her eyes and part of her face. Her glossy black hair spilled around her, giving her a wild air.
She was dressed in a black, skin-tight catsuit with cat ears, which accentuated her beautiful figure.
Bai Lang knew who the woman was instantly.
Catwoman.
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