I Made a Profit

BOOM!

The micro-missile was shattered by a red lightning strike and exploded, shaking a small area.

The surrounding debris and dust were blown away by the resulting turbulence.

Batman Bruce Wayne lunged forward, accompanied by the roar of tearing air, and instantly appeared before Bai Lang.

"Gotham doesn't need someone like you!"

His face contorted, his arm bulged, the power armor operating at its limit, his fist shattered a ten-centimeter thick stone block and smashed towards Bai Lang's jaw.

Bai Lang stood there dumbfounded, as if he had been scared senseless, and didn't react at all.

Several police officers hiding behind the wall looked on in horror, extremely shocked by the battle between the two Batmen.

"Both Batmen are so powerful, should we really open fire?" Jack felt his scalp tingle at the terrifying destructive power.

The communicator in his ear kept relaying orders from his superior, the Detective, to open fire.

"These two aren't human at all! They're bat monsters!" he roared in his heart, completely ignoring the furious orders from his superior.

BANG!

The massive fist landed squarely on Bai Lang's jaw. The force of over six tons felt like hitting cotton, unable to budge him even slightly.

Seeing this, Batman Bruce Wayne's face froze, his eyes filled with shock.

How is this possible?

His strength, amplified 28 times to over six tons, couldn't move the opponent?

Even the police officers watching from not far away were filled with astonishment.

They had seen Batman Bruce Wayne shatter a ten-centimeter thick stone block with this punch.

The force was at least several tons, yet this overwhelming power couldn't move Bai Lang an inch!

Bai Lang's physical condition at this moment had surpassed that of an ordinary person by tens of times.

His strength reached a terrifying sixty tons, his speed was an astonishing hundred meters per second, and his neural reflexes were incredibly sharp.

Without using internal electrical stimulation, the force his body could withstand was at least fifty tons!

Batman Bruce Wayne's single-handed strength was only 500 pounds, or 227 kilograms.

Even with the power armor's amplification of at least 28 times, it was only about 6 tons of force, which couldn't move Bai Lang at all.

Unless Superman from Metropolis next door came over.

Batman Bruce Wayne looked at the fake Batman, Bai Lang, in front of him with disbelief.

According to the information he had collected earlier, the opponent's strength was only five tons, and his speed was three seconds per hundred meters, with physical abilities several times that of a human.

The Anti-Batman Armor he was wearing was designed based on this data for targeted countermeasures.

But he never expected that the opponent's current strength far exceeded the information he had gathered!

This immediately made him feel like the Anti-Batman Armor he had built was a joke.

"Bruce Wayne, I'm not one of those lunatics who will play the game of superheroes catching criminals with you."

"Gotham doesn't need a vigilante, she needs change from the top down!"

Bai Lang's dark eyes flickered with a dim light.

"You've seen it yourself, haven't you? After becoming Gotham's vigilante, you were threatened with lives by Scarecrow and forced to do his bidding."

Batman Bruce Wayne roared, kicking the air with all his might, creating a deafening boom as he kicked towards Bai Lang.

"Even if change is needed, it doesn't require a butcher like you who slaughters lives!"

Bai Lang raised his hand and casually blocked the powerful kick.

Seeing his kick, amplified 28 times, being blocked so easily, Batman Bruce Wayne's ferocious face turned grim.

It seemed he was completely defeated in tonight's confrontation.

He needed to gather more information and find the opponent's weakness.

Bai Lang waved his hand and threw the opponent out, smashing him hard against the wall. With a loud bang, debris rained down on the fallen Bruce Wayne.

Bai Lang's figure then appeared in front of the chemicals.

He needed to destroy the batch of fear gas, not play house with Batman Bruce Wayne here.

This was his objective for the night.

He reached out towards the dozens of chemical containers in front of him, red electricity flashing and condensing in his palm.

BOOM!!

Terrifying currents shot out from his palm, like a red electric dragon, destroying all the chemicals and reducing them to a pile of residue.

[Ability Points +8]

A light blue notification box appeared before Bai Lang's eyes.

He moved, and his entire body instantly leaped out of the window next to the room, landing steadily on a truck outside.

The truck driver felt a sudden jolt and, without thinking, prepared to drive away.

But Bai Lang knew the truck was loaded with the remaining fear gas.

So, naturally, he wouldn't let the truck leave with the fear gas.

He flipped into the driver's cabin and, with his current flowing, destroyed the truck's braking system.

Seeing this, the driver immediately pulled out his pistol, intending to shoot him. But before he could fire, a fist the size of a sandbag gently landed on his face.

Blood splattered, and even a few teeth were shattered.

Bai Lang went to the back, destroyed all the fear gas, and then left the scene.

Bruce Wayne, clad in the Anti-Batman Armor, brushed off the stones from his body and stood up.

The supercomputer within his helmet had already recorded the battle footage from moments ago.

He clenched his fist, his expression grim.

Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne sat before his computer, the display showing the footage of his fight with Bai Lang.

"After a 28-fold amplification, the power of this punch was at least six tons, yet it had no effect on him at all..."

"A speed of at least two seconds per hundred meters, a massive strength of twenty tons..."

"And that powerful red current, a body impervious to blades and bullets..."

His gaze shifted to another display screen beside it.

There, a figure in a blue, form-fitting suit, with an "S" emblem on its chest and a red cape, was flying through the air, terrifying red energy shooting from its eyes.

"Is it really you..."

"Beep beep beep..."

The communicator suddenly rang, and Bruce answered.

"Young Master Bruce, you were looking for me?"

Fox's voice came from the other end. He had a stuffy nose, seeming to have caught a cold.

"Fox, take care of yourself. I need you to upgrade the Anti-Batman Armor for me..."

"Ummm, what aspects do you need upgraded?" Fox asked.

Bruce Wayne stared intently at the figures on both screens, his voice low.

"Replace all the missiles in the weapon system with pulse weapons. Upgrade the power armor too, to at least amplify my strength to over 20... 30 tons..."

Bai Lang changed back into his Batman suit, then put on his clean white shirt.

Beside the alley entrance on Park Street, he often saw pale, gaunt drug addicts.

These addicts wandered the streets like walking dead.

Bai Lang frowned, looking at these addicts. He didn't have a good impression of them.

[Ability Points: 30 (Gain by influencing the world)]

He checked the Ability Points he had gained tonight.

"Destroying this fear gas earned me another 22 Ability Points. I'm putting them all into Current Propulsion."

As Bai Lang willed it, all the Ability Points on the panel poured into the Current Propulsion superpower.

[Ability Points: 30] → [Ability Points: 0]

In an instant, he felt a warm current spread throughout his body.

At the same time, his cells, already in high-speed friction, became even more frenzied under the influence of the warm current.

The speed at which electricity was generated increased, faster and faster.

In less than three seconds, he felt the electricity within him increase by at least a third!

[Current Propulsion: 206,000 Volts] → [Current Propulsion: 266,000 Volts]

Crackling!!

Red arcs, faintly tinged with gold, danced on Bai Lang's skin.

Once he had control of all the electricity within him, he returned to his residence.

As soon as he opened the door, a graceful figure pounced on him.

She nuzzled around his neck like a kitten, and Bai Lang even felt her gently nibbling at his skin.

The graceful figure was Catwoman. Although the effects of the fear gas had worn off, for some reason, it had inexplicably ignited a certain desire within her.

Catwoman had already removed her mask, revealing her beautiful face.

Her skin was as fair as snow, and a blush spread from the roots of her ears to her cheeks, making her look stunning.

Her eyes were filled with a confused passion, like a little wildcat in heat.

She held Bai Lang, her body temperature rising rapidly.

Just as their lips were about to meet, Bai Lang stopped her head with both hands.

His body was very honest...

"Do you know what you're doing, Ms. Selina?" Bai Lang said in a low voice.

The magnetic male voice sent a tremor through Catwoman Selina.

She let out a soft hum, hugged Bai Lang tightly, and leaned in.

"Of course, I know what I'm doing, Detective."

"For me, sleeping with a handsome and righteous man like you... is a win-win..."

As the words fell, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Bai Lang.