Anning

"Imperial Shocking World Palm!"

Accompanied by Bai Lang's roar, a gust of wind surged through the training ground!

The 500-square-meter training ground was like a tornado rising from the ground, the fierce wind tossing the worn-out mats.

If Bai Lang hadn't been standing in the middle of it, these mats would have been blown to the ceiling in an instant!

The palm wind alone was already terrifying. If this palm strike had landed squarely on the wall, the concrete and steel-reinforced wall would have turned to dust in moments.

"With the power of 200,000 Volts of Current Propulsion, even a casual punch from me carries sixty tons of force, and my speed reaches an astonishing hundred meters per second!"

"When using martial arts, I can unleash a colossal force of seventy tons!"

"And these aren't even the biggest improvements. My control over my strength has increased by almost two levels, and my utilization of the internal current has also risen significantly..."

If Bai Lang's previous current utilization rate was comparable to 21%, his current rate had reached 42%.

A full doubling, with the most direct manifestation being his stamina and endurance more than doubling compared to before.

It was like he used to be leaky, but now he wasn't leaking as much.

Previously, practicing Current Propulsion could increase his power by a maximum of one thousand Volts per day, but now, actively practicing would increase it by two thousand Volts per day.

This was equivalent to earning a full Ability Point!

The benefits of improved strength control even allowed him to inflict massive damage with extremely minimal force.

If he encountered an opponent like Deathstroke again, he wouldn't need to go to such lengths.

He could simply use his current to stimulate the acupoints on the opponent's neck, precisely causing them to faint.

Bai Lang shook his head and tidied up the messy training ground.

"I can let Ryan and Susan practice their stamina here."

Just then, the phone in Bai Lang's pocket suddenly rang.

"Ring ring ring..."

It was an unfamiliar number. Bai Lang answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Sir, we are from Gotham Bank, regarding your student loan..."

The woman on the other end rattled on, but Bai Lang didn't listen much, only hearing that she wanted him to repay his student loan.

Bai Lang then remembered that the previous owner of this body had taken out a student loan from Gotham Bank for university.

The loan was $100,000 per year, but the interest rate was a staggering 40%.

(Note: Student loan interest rates in the US are very high. Even Obama only finished paying off his loans after becoming president, though he had the means to pay them off entirely, installments were more cost-effective.)

After four years of university, he now owed Gotham Bank $380,000, including principal and interest.

And since Gotham Bank was a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises, in other words, he now owed Bruce Wayne $380,000.

"Damn it! I thought the original owner saved $10,000 and was doing pretty well as a small-time cop, but I didn't expect to be this heavily in debt?!"

Bai Lang couldn't help but grumble to himself.

This more than $300,000 would be over 2 million RMB if converted.

What kind of normal person transmigrates and ends up owing over 2 million RMB?!

Fortunately, he still had an arcade and a Chinese restaurant, as well as the generous annual salary after becoming Detective.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to handle this $8,000 monthly loan payment.

Leaving the training ground, Bai Lang returned to the police station. Susan, Ryan, and the others were sitting around, chatting idly.

He checked the time; it was just about time for dinner.

"It's getting late. Do you guys want to grab something to eat? I know a pretty good Chinese restaurant in the uptown area. Want to try it?"

"Chinese food?"

Hearing Bai Lang's suggestion, Edward's interest was piqued. "Do they have Mapo Tofu? When I was in college, my roommate told me the tofu there was delicious."

"Oh right, who is Mapo? Is she a beauty or something?"

Seeing him about to ask more, Bai Lang quickly turned to Ryan and the others.

"What about you guys?"

"I heard that scrambled eggs with tomatoes has two different flavors, sweet and savory. Is that true?" Ryan also stood up, seemingly very interested in Chinese food.

"I think you guys will like it."

Bai Lang smiled and nodded, leading his five subordinates and the few existing police officers at the station, about ten people in total, to his Chinese restaurant.

They walked past the "Farmer's Chinese Restaurant" sign and went inside.

The restaurant was bustling with business, almost every seat taken.

Several uniquely shaped palace lanterns hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire dining area.

The walls were covered with red tablecloths, adorned with golden peony patterns.

Gardner was about to walk over as soon as he saw his boss's figure, but when he saw the group of police officers behind his boss, he instinctively wanted to avoid them.

Bai Lang casually found a table and sat down with Ryan and the others.

He felt an unprecedented sense of peace, the first time he had felt this way since arriving in this world.

He knew very well what was bringing this about.

The formidable power brought by 200,000 Volts of Current Propulsion, a strength sufficient to resist ordinary bullets.

Edward and Ryan casually ordered a few dishes from the menu and started chatting.

Bai Lang took the opportunity to go to the kitchen.

"Gardner, how much did the restaurant earn a few days ago?" he asked, walking up to Gardner.

"Over eleven thousand US dollars. After deducting our living expenses and the restaurant's monthly operating costs, we made over eleven thousand US dollars in profit."

Gardner counted on his fingers. "Oh, right, boss. We have some ideas on how to defeat Wayne Enterprises."

"We plan to use the entertainment industry to crush them and take down Wayne Enterprises."

"Also, Mick has been tinkering with controlled nuclear fusion lately. He says if he can get that working, it'll put Wayne Enterprises in the dust."

Hearing that they were all working towards the goals he had set, Bai Lang nodded with satisfaction.

These ordinary people had joined the underworld because they couldn't survive otherwise. Now that they had legitimate jobs, they wouldn't have to engage in illegal activities.

"That's great. I need to pay off my student loans, so transfer eight thousand US dollars from the accounts for me. For the remaining few thousand, take Mick and the others out to have some fun for a while and enjoy life."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

"Oh, and don't forget to pay taxes!"

Bai Lang didn't want the tax authorities knocking on his door the next day.

Mapo Tofu, Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes, Hot and Sour Beef Tripe, Stir-fried Pork with Peppers...

Several of Bai Lang's favorite dishes from his past life were neatly arranged on the table.

He picked up a piece of egg with his chopsticks and chewed it slowly.

The sweet and sour tang of the tomatoes combined with the savory egg aroma exploded in his mouth, causing Bai Lang to nod involuntarily.

If only there were no criminals, no troublesome matters, how wonderful Gotham would be.

After eating, Bai Lang's phone received a notification that eight thousand US dollars had been deposited.

Gotham was always rainy at night, drizzling incessantly.

Passing by a street near his home, Bai Lang saw the old man and his child setting up a stall selling tacos again.

However, he seemed to be in some trouble. Several tall, burly black men were standing in front of the stall, arguing with him about something.

"Please, sir, I still have to feed my child!" the old man pleaded.

But one of the black men opposite him directly reached for the money box.

"Hey, old man, taking your money is a compliment. We're out of work too!"

Bai Lang's expression darkened. He pulled out the gun from his waist and quickly walked forward.

"I don't think you guys like eating bullets, do you? Huh!"

The black men were stunned by the sound.

The one who was grabbing money initially wanted to curse, but upon seeing Bai Lang's height, which was a head taller than theirs, and the dragon-like muscles on his body, he immediately backed down.

"Put the money back!" Bai Lang commanded.

It had to be said, the deterrent effect of firearms was quite significant.

After the black men returned the money, they even paid for the tacos they were holding.

"Thank you so much, Officer Bai."

The wrinkles on the old man's face crinkled together, forming an awkward smile.

"What flavor would you like? Chicken or bacon?"

"Spicy, with chicken."

Bai Lang looked at the child in the old man's arms. The four-year-old child had his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, and his small face was full of exhaustion.

"How much?"

"Uh... you don't have to pay, Officer Bai!"

Bai Lang glanced at the menu on the stall, then placed a two-dollar bill on the counter.

He then turned and took his taco, not minding the old man's calls, and returned to his rented room.

"I've never been so relaxed. Even after starting work in my past life, the pressure was constant..."

He lay on the bed, watching the news playing on the television.

A male host in a suit and tie stood near Arkham Asylum.

"Arkham Asylum has issued a warning regarding the Joker's escape. Citizens are advised to be vigilant of this mentally ill patient..."

Meanwhile, at the Taylor Street Warehouse.

Batman Bruce Wayne emerged for the first time in the Anti-Batman Armor.

Just earlier that day, Director Gordon's men had discovered Joker's flayed skin at Arkham Asylum.

So, he had just met with Gordon to inquire about Olivia, a survivor of the previous bombing.

But he learned that Olivia had been taken by someone suspected of being a dismembering pervert to the exit warehouse on Taylor Street.

Therefore, he rode his Bat-cycle here.

However, he noticed a police car parked outside the warehouse.

At the same time, a strong smell of blood wafted out from inside.

Batman Bruce Wayne frowned, then strode inside.