Ventriloquist

"What are you planning to do?" Bai Lang asked.

"I'm looking for a way too, but a way for them all to survive this winter... it's all written in the law."

Harley Quinn shrugged helplessly, her thin strap almost falling off.

"Detective Bai Lang, after hearing what you said last time, I decided to be my true self. I want to try everything in this world..."

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, and that crazy smile seemed to be about to appear on her face again.

"Life is short, I want to do something meaningful, I want to sleep with everyone in..."

Seeing her about to fall into that manic state again, Bai Lang quickly grabbed her arm, and an electric current surged through him to stimulate her.

Harley trembled all over from the shock, rolling her eyes.

After a while, she recovered.

She looked at Bai Lang, panting, and asked, "Detective Bai Lang, what was that just now?"

"A stun baton."

"Can I see it?"

"No." Bai Lang shook his head.

How could he easily show this to someone?

He looked at the group of Night Raven Gang members in front of him. Some seemed to be suffering from drug addiction, their faces contorted.

Others seemed to have given up on themselves, just passing the time here, blankly staring at the sky.

But there were still some reading a tattered physics book, waiting for an opportunity to leap out of this swamp like a dragon breaking through the gates.

While Bai Lang was observing, a man, yellow and thin, skin and bones, stood up from beside the man reading the physics book and walked over.

"Boss, Mike stole a necklace. We can eat our fill tonight."

Although he was thin, his face was filled with excitement.

Harley nodded and looked at the young man reading the physics book.

"Very good! Mike is excellent! This way, all of us can have half a week's worth of bread porridge!"

Bread porridge was a food made by grinding hard bread and boiling it in hot water until soft.

Bai Lang turned his head and said to the excited Harley, "I permit you to steal some things from the cars of rich people on Park Street to supplement yourselves."

"But Harley, you need to teach them some professional skills, and you can't let them touch those drugs anymore. It's best to help them quit."

"I will ensure that all of them survive safely and live well."

Harley, who had just been excited, received such good news again.

She looked at the Asian youth in front of her with some surprise.

"Detective Bai Lang, are you serious?"

She didn't know why, but she felt like this person in front of her had undergone some subtle changes.

"I promise." Bai Lang replied.

Since Harley was the leader of the Night Ravens, Bai Lang's plan would be easier to implement.

There were thirty-eight people in the Night Ravens, thirteen women between the ages of 26-38, fourteen men between 12-48, and the rest were children under ten years old.

They were of various skin colors and races. The most educated among them was a university graduate who had only finished a few years ago and had previously worked as an accountant for a small company.

He still owed the bank student loans.

Bai Lang planned to have them start by stealing valuable items from the cars of rich people to solve their immediate problem of hunger.

During this process, they would need to quit drugs and learn the content Bai Lang had planned for them.

When the time was right, Bai Lang decided to withdraw his annual salary from the police station to transform this gang living in the vacant lot of a unfinished building.

The sun set, and time slowly passed, soon turning into night.

Several dark clouds hung high in the sky, obscuring the moonlight.

Drizzle fell densely on the rooftops of tall buildings, then flowed down the sturdy walls of reinforced concrete.

It flowed along the roadside, past the low houses, and finally into the sewers.

On Arkham Island, not far from the main city, the bat symbol had already appeared in the sky.

In Gotham City, Bai Lang, wearing the Batman suit, stood on top of Wayne Tower, overlooking the entire city.

These past few days, the real Batman, Bruce Wayne, had gone to Arkham Island to protect Dr. Arkham from being assassinated by the Court of Owls.

And Gotham was guarded by him, the fake Batman, Bai Lang.

[Ability Points +4]

A light blue prompt box appeared in front of Bai Lang.

He knew why this was happening; his figure in the Batman suit had been captured by surveillance.

For a time, Gotham appeared to have two Batmen on the surface.

Bai Lang paid no mind to this; he needed Ability Points to increase his strength, so he could protect himself in the events to come.

And changing Gotham also required immense strength.

Magnetic field powerhouses would find their growth incredibly slow without Dao.

Dao, in the Hai Hu worldview, was the deep-seated belief and pursuit within one's heart.

If one couldn't find their Dao, it would affect their power growth and ultimate achievements.

Therefore, to become a powerhouse, one had to find their own Dao.

His previous conversation with Death had also made him realize that his true nature was human.

These past few days, Bai Lang had been contemplating: what exactly was his Dao?

And now, he had finally understood. His Dao was to ensure that those at the bottom could also live well in this city.

To allow humanity to prosper and flourish.

He stood atop a skyscraper, overlooking the city below.

A crime was unfolding somewhere. Bai Lang's figure moved abruptly.

A black shadow tore through the air, plummeting downwards.

Gotham City, Upper East Side.

Members of the Joker's gang, their skin pale and faces painted with exaggerated makeup identical to the Joker's, were firing handguns indiscriminately in the street.

Glass shattered into fragments, and debris flew as they shot.

Bullets whizzed about wildly. These individuals didn't even care if they hit their own companions.

It was as if tonight was their wild party.

Bai Lang, clad in his Batman costume, landed steadily on the asphalt, which was already pockmarked with bullet impacts.

Several bullets tore through the air from different angles, heading straight for him at incredible speed.

But a thin defensive wall of golden-red electrical currents appeared before Bai Lang.

The iron bullets, carrying immense kinetic energy, struck the golden-red electrical wall.

Almost instantly, the hardened bullets melted into a pool of molten iron on the ground.

Bai Lang stomped his foot down hard on the ground. A small pit, three centimeters in diameter, appeared in the solid concrete.

Simultaneously, his figure flickered around the Joker's gang members.

"Bat... Batman?!"

"Hahahaha!! Batman, I'm going to take care of you for Boss Joker... uh..."

"..."

[Ability Points +4]

In a few breaths, Bai Lang had subdued all the Joker's gang members.

With his current strength, unless they brought out heavy weaponry, he was practically invincible.

But before he could even rest for a few minutes, the sound of a violent explosion echoed from not too far away.

Bai Lang handcuffed the Joker's gang members, then grabbed the more than ten of them and sprinted towards the explosion.

The explosion had occurred at a bank, and several police officers who remained in Gotham had already arrived.

Bai Lang handcuffed the group of Joker's gang members to a police car, then agilely moved towards the bank entrance.

The explosion had happened on the second floor of the bank, but the suspect was on the first floor.

As soon as Bai Lang entered, he saw a police officer gasping for breath on the ground.

He had a bloody hole in his body, and bright red blood flowed out, dyeing half his body crimson.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the air, causing Bai Lang to frown.

He shifted his gaze to a corner of the room.

There, a bald white man, appearing to be in his fifties or sixties, was crouched against the wall, a handgun still in his hand.

Beside him were several terrified hostages, their faces filled with panic.

"Mr. Scarface, is this really okay?" the white old man said to a hand-knitted Scarface doll in his hand.

"He's almost finished..."

The Ventriloquist, a middle-aged, stout white man, wore a timid expression.

"If we don't injure him, how can we escape the bank?"

His lips were tightly shut, but his voice came from his abdomen. At the same time, his hand was covered by the Scarface doll, making it open and close its mouth.

It looked as if the Scarface doll itself was speaking.

The hostages, witnessing this scene, felt a sense of unease and creepiness.