Powerful

A lower-level superpower beneath Current Propulsion and Magnetic Field Rotation.

It peaked at 500,000 volts. He could also force the current out of his body and unleash it as an attack.

Bai Lang had now reached the realm of [Current Propulsion]. The strengths of countless animals were gathered in one body: an eagle's eyesight, a leopard's speed, a bear's strength...

On top of that, the current inside him grew stronger as his cells rapidly rubbed against one another, and it continually stimulated his muscles.

Every part of his body grew stronger with every passing moment. He had terrifying senses dozens of times sharper than an ordinary person's, blistering speed that let him run a hundred meters in five seconds, a tremendous punch that packed nearly three tons of force, and skin as tough as bullhide.

Bai Lang stood six foot three, with yellowish skin, typical Asian features, and a handsome face.

Under the effects of Current Propulsion, his muscles gradually became like a fearsome dragon.

But before he had even sat down for half an hour, Deputy Chief Mark placed a laptop in front of him.

"You don't need to investigate the murder on Apollo Street anymore. These are several recent burglaries on Red Jazz Street. I suspect they were all committed by the same person."

Bai Lang looked at the information on the computer. Red Jazz Street had the highest crime rate in the area and was home to many gangsters.

And the Red Rose Bar was on that very street.

After reading through all the information, he sneered inwardly.

Thanks to Current Propulsion, he had overheard Mark and Kevin talking earlier. He knew the other man wanted him dead.

His face remained expressionless, but a hint of viciousness surfaced deep in his eyes.

"Okay. I'll investigate Red Jazz Street today."

As he left the police headquarters, Bai Lang looked at the file in his hands and wondered how to deal with this problem.

"Officer!"

A voice suddenly called out to him.

He turned to look. It was the same group of Black men from earlier.

They wore tattered clothes, and through the gaps in the fabric, he could see their skin stretched over their bones.

They had been released because of Kevin.

The man who had spoken was their leader.

"What is it?" Bai Lang asked, expressionless.

He wasn't friendly toward them. After all, they had tried to assault him earlier.

"We only followed Boss Kevin because we were desperate and needed food, Officer. Let me off this time, and I'll help you out, too."

Seeing the confusion on Bai Lang's face, the Black man glanced around. Once he was sure no one else was nearby, he lowered his voice.

"Don't go anywhere near Red Jazz Street. Our boss has already sent men there to wait for you."

Bai Lang was taken aback.

This was Gotham, a city where crime flourished, but... were there really any good people here?

Rain poured over Gotham, and thick clouds blanketed the sky. The Bat-Signal had appeared overhead.

The glass windows of the skyscrapers reflected the streets below.

On one side, tall buildings stood close together, neon lights blazed, and music and dancing filled the air.

On the other, there was no light at all. Low, yellow-brown houses lined the street, and coughing and cursing could be heard from inside them.

Batman stood atop Wayne Tower, the tallest building in Gotham, scanning the city below for the Joker and other criminals.

Bai Lang sat in the driver's seat. A small bag rested on the seat beside him. Inside was an outfit identical to Batman's.

But Batman's suit was packed with technology, while his own had none. It was just a costume.

Mark and Kevin wanted him dead. He couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

But if he killed someone and his identity was discovered, they'd execute him long before he ever reached the realm of Magnetic Field Rotation.

That was why he'd thought of disguising himself in Batman's outfit.

"I wonder if this is the movie universe or the comic universe..."

Bai Lang looked at the Bat-Signal outside and pondered.

If it was the movie universe, then aside from The Flash's somewhat broken powers, everything else was still manageable.

But if it was the comic universe...

Then he'd better wait until his Magnetic Field Rotation reached one million horsepower before coming out and acting tough.

But whether this was the movie universe or the comic universe, ordinary people were like animals trapped in cages.

They died in battles between superheroes and villains, pathetic and tragic.

Wasn't I the same? If I hadn't awakened the panel and gained superpowers, I might already be dead, Bai Lang thought with a self-deprecating smile.

Lately, he often saw the Bat-Signal in the sky and heard reports that Gotham's forests were growing at an alarming rate. He'd also heard that the Daily Planet was calling the man in the red cape Superman.

But he still hadn't gained a single Ability Point from the panel.

"I wonder when I'll get these Ability Points," he sighed, turning his gaze toward the entrance of the Red Rose Bar.

Two bouncers stood there with clubs in their hands and pistols tucked into their waistbands.

He'd also gone to look from a distance at the locations of the burglaries. Kevin's men were already lying in wait at each of them.

Even though he had a gun, if he dared show his face there, he'd be dead in minutes.

It made him feel out of place. He couldn't fit into this city at all.

"Brrring, brrring!"

His phone suddenly rang. Bai Lang answered.

"Hello?"

"Fuck you! Bai Lang, get over there and investigate that string of burglaries! Shit! Figures a useless mutt like you can't understand a word..."

On the other end, his superior, Deputy Chief Mark, was still spewing abuse.

Bai Lang expressionlessly hung up and picked up the small bag, heading for the restroom nearby.

"Shit! He actually hung up on me!"

Deputy Chief Mark stared at his disconnected phone and swore.

Bai Lang was the most timid officer under his command. Mark had only sent him to investigate a murder, but he'd ended up offending the owner of the Red Rose Bar.

The owner, Kevin, was one of the most powerful gang leaders in all of Gotham. He was ruthless and filthy rich.

Most people at the police station had been bought off by Kevin, including Mark.

So when Kevin told him to get rid of Bai Lang, Mark had fabricated a burglary case without hesitation and sent Bai Lang to investigate it.

But he hadn't expected the man to dare hang up on him!

His eyes gleamed with malice.

You're just a lowly cop. Just wait—I'll make you pay!

Mark looked toward his living room.

A naked figure lay on the sofa, struggling.

Mark hung up and slowly walked toward them.

The closer he got, the more lecherous his grin became!

Wearing a black Batman suit, Bai Lang walked step by step toward the entrance of the Red Rose Bar.

The two bouncers recognized the Batman outfit and immediately drew their guns.

Bai Lang suddenly moved. Boosted by a thousand volts of current, his speed and strength were astonishing.

Before the two men could even aim at him, they had already lost consciousness.

Bai Lang walked into the bar. Lights flashed wildly as the DJ worked the turntables, while several topless women danced onstage.

Some of the bouncers saw his Batman suit and thought Batman had really come. Some fled in panic, while the others, who had never seen Batman, rushed forward to challenge him.

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly rang out, and the crowd instantly erupted into chaos.

Bai Lang darted forward, passing through the crowd in an instant and kicking up a faint gust of wind.

A Black bouncer who had fired the shot immediately raised his pistol and aimed at him.

A feeling of dread welled up inside him, growing unbearably intense!

Bai Lang swung his hand hard, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.

The Black bouncer with the gun didn't get a chance to fire before Bai Lang struck him dead.

The other bouncers pulled out their guns and aimed at Bai Lang.

But Bai Lang was simply too fast. He weaved between them, and every time he appeared, another bouncer fell.

In less than a minute, he had taken down all ten-plus armed bouncers.

He glanced up at the security camera in the corner of the bar and strode deeper inside, toward Kevin's office.

Just as Bai Lang, dressed as Batman, was slaughtering his way through the bar, Batman—who was nearby pursuing the Joker—suddenly changed expression.

"Alfred, did you say you saw 'me' on the citywide surveillance system, killing people at the Red Rose Bar?"

Bruce Wayne, wearing his Batman armor, asked in utter bewilderment.

His butler Alfred sounded grave on the other end.

"That's right, Young Master Wayne. Someone is impersonating you and slaughtering gangsters."

Recalling the footage he'd just seen and the data the computer had calculated, Alfred felt a shiver of dread.

"Young Master Wayne, I must tell you that the impostor can run a hundred meters in under five seconds, and his strength is a terrifying three tons."

Batman's expression darkened at those words.

With physical abilities that incredible, and dressed in the same Batman suit while killing people in a bar, could he be some kind of superfan?

His expression solemn, he said, "We need to catch this guy as soon as possible. He might be a supervillain even more powerful than Bane!"

After all, Bane would never think to commit crimes dressed as Batman.

Alfred couldn't help feeling astonished at his words.

He knew how strong Bane was. Compared with Bane, the man in the surveillance footage would be like an egg thrown against a rock.

But if Young Master Wayne said so, he must have his reasons.

"Tell me where he is. I'm going to catch him right now!"

Batman sat in the Batmobile, its engine roaring like a beast as it sped toward the Red Rose Bar.