This Isn't My Gotham (Seeking Collection! Seeking Follow-up Reads!)

Night.

Amidst the pitch-black clouds, the Bat-Signal lit up as usual.

Meanwhile, after Bai Lang had fully adapted to his own strength, the current within his body surged astonishingly.

The current in his body coalesced, transforming into terrifying, deep crimson high-voltage electricity.

[Current Propulsion: 163,000 Volts] → [Current Propulsion: 164,000 Volts]

Good, the distance to 200,000 Volts was getting closer.

Even if he encountered that sniper again, his keen senses and superhuman reflexes would be enough to dodge.

Unless there was more than one sniper, or perhaps other high-caliber lethal weapons.

He was currently wearing a suit identical to Batman's, preparing to head to the New City Royal Hotel to find Deathstroke.

His muscular figure appeared in the shadows of the street alleys. A few drunkards blinked, and it felt as if their eyes had played tricks on them.

"Did something just run past me?"

Finding nothing visible, the drunkard lay back down on the ground and snored loudly.

Meanwhile, Bai Lang was returning to Gotham City from Gotham Forest at a terrifying speed of three seconds per hundred meters.

Gotham was surrounded by water on three sides. To the west was the ceaseless Gotham River, and to the south, adjacent to the sea, was Gotham Port.

Only the north was covered by forest.

New City bordered Crime Alley. Perhaps because the Detective stationed there was quite competent, the crime rate in this area was abnormally low.

Bai Lang stood on the rooftop of a tall building, gazing at the Royal Hotel across the way.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind howled past. Beside him, a black silhouette appeared without anyone noticing.

It was Batman—Bruce Wayne.

In fact, Bai Lang had noticed him long ago. Not long after he entered Gotham wearing the Batman suit, the Batmobile had appeared behind him.

"We need to talk." Batman, Bruce Wayne, deliberately lowered his voice.

"Bruce Wayne, I don't want to talk to you." Bai Lang looked at the brightly lit building opposite.

With his superhuman eyesight, he could see through each window, clearly observing the scenes inside, trying to find Deathstroke's figure.

"I know you're looking for him."

Even with his focus magnified tenfold, Batman, Bruce Wayne, couldn't see the detailed situation inside the opposite building. However, he had also gone to Penguin's place.

Clearly, he had learned something from Penguin.

Thanks to the appearance of Super Batman that night, he barely had to lift a finger; Penguin had given him the information.

Just standing there, the other party had surrendered their weapons.

This made him realize that the power possessed by that individual was truly world-shattering.

It was a power beyond the mundane, which ordinary people couldn't resist.

It further solidified his resolve to make that person restrain himself.

Seeing that the pseudo-Batman beside him remained silent, Batman, Bruce Wayne, continued:

"You killed the Joker, but a few days ago, another madman appeared in the fashion district who calls himself 'the Joker'."

"Your method of eradicating them completely won't change Gotham, nor will it make Gotham better!"

Batman, Bruce Wayne, tried to persuade him, but when he turned around, he found that Bai Lang was nowhere to be seen beside him?

At this moment, Bai Lang had already located Deathstroke's room.

He completely ignored Batman, Bruce Wayne, who was rambling on beside him. He bent his knees, his muscles bulged, and with a sudden surge of strength.

BOOM!!

The entire person shot out like a cannonball, carrying a sudden burst of overwhelming speed, forming an unstoppable impact.

Bai Lang, with a suffocatingly powerful air pressure, charged straight towards the room where Deathstroke was located.

Inside the room, Deathstroke had clearly noticed the arrival of the black figure outside the window.

Such a terrifying aura instantly made his face contort in shock.

Amidst this tremendous roar, the black figure, like a meteor, crashed heavily into the room of the Royal Hotel.

BANG!!

The concrete floor instantly cracked, spreading outwards like a spiderweb from the center of the black figure.

Lights flickered, and dust billowed!

Smoke and dust exploded throughout the room, agitating the air and spreading further.

Deathstroke ignored the burning sensation from the electric shock on his body, grabbed the alloy sword lying nearby, his expression tense, his gaze fixed on the figure within the smoke.

[Ability Points +4]

Bai Lang stood at the center of the rift, looking at the prompt box that appeared before him, as if sensing something.

He turned his head to look behind him and saw that Batman Bruce Wayne's face was filled with apprehension.

Looks like he's already planned dozens of ways to deal with me in his head...

Bai Lang thought to himself.

Tonight's primary objective wasn't to kill or seek revenge, but to gain Ability Points.

To achieve a mighty power of 200,000 Volts in one go, thus no longer fearing ordinary bullets.

This was also why he chose to descend from the sky and land heavily on the Royal Hotel.

Since Batman Bruce Wayne was here, the expenses for the entire night would be covered by him.

Fortunately, Deathstroke's sniper helper wasn't here.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light cut through the room.

Bai Lang instinctively dodged to the left and saw Deathstroke swinging an alloy sword at him.

Currents surged within his body, concentrating between his fingers. He extended two fingers, pinched the alloy sword, and then applied force.

Clang!

The alloy sword instantly shattered into pieces.

In an instant, Deathstroke knew that this person was Super Batman, who had fought him yesterday!

Thinking of this, his injuries began to ache faintly.

A dark figure was rushing in from outside the window – it was Batman Bruce Wayne, wearing the same suit.

"Your methods will only cause massive destruction and won't change Gotham!" Batman Bruce Wayne said angrily, seeing the surroundings that looked like ruins.

"It's fine, this isn't my Gotham." Bai Lang gave a self-deprecating smile.

After transmigrating for so many days, he still couldn't adapt to this city full of sin.

Every day after work, he could see gangsters beating people in alleyways, the slums were filled with busy people, and riots would occasionally break out in homeless camps.

Everything indicated to Bai Lang that this was not his city.

He shook his head in his heart, and one arm instantly shot out, grabbing Deathstroke, who was trying to escape.

The other party still wanted to attack him, but Bai Lang's entire body was filled with high-voltage current at this moment.

Not to mention Deathstroke was wearing a metal suit. The powerful current flowed directly through it, electrocuting him severely, making it feel like an eternity inside the metal armor.

The powerful current was ravaging his body.

"But this is my Gotham!"

Batman Bruce Wayne couldn't hold back anymore. He walked up to Bai Lang and roared.

Bai Lang saw that the camcorder he had set up had recorded all the previous scenes. He nodded.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, you're paying for everything tonight."

Batman Bruce Wayne: "What?"

"Alright." Bai Lang used Current Propulsion to disguise his voice to sound exactly like Batman Bruce Wayne.

However, his height of 1.98 meters was a head taller than Bruce, making him look like a large and small version when standing in front of him.

"I'm in a great mood right now. I'll teach you a lesson, Bruce Wayne."

Carrying Deathstroke, Bai Lang felt something in his heart.

Looking at Bruce Wayne before him, he said:

"Gotham is now like a tree full of worms. If the worms aren't cleared out, the tree will eventually turn to dust."

"Your actions have indeed struck down criminals who are like worms, but at the same time, they have left behind the worm eggs of crime on this great tree of Gotham."

"Why is there a second Joker? Essentially, it's because the worm eggs of crime still remain in Gotham."

As Bai Lang spoke, he tightened his grip on Deathstroke's neck with his right hand, applying constant pressure, seemingly contemplating whether to kill him for a big score.

Bruce Wayne in front of him stood still, carefully pondering Bai Lang's words.

[Ability Points +4]