[Ability Points: 14 (Earned whenever you make an impact on the world)]
After looking at the 14 Ability Points on the panel and thinking it over, Bai Lang decided how to allocate them.
First, he would upgrade Current Propulsion, dumping ten Ability Points straight into it.
The cells in Bai Lang's body rubbed against one another at high speed once more, rapidly generating electricity that gathered into the terrifying current coursing through him.
[Current Propulsion: 300,000 volts] → [Current Propulsion: 320,000 volts]
The power within him grew stronger again.
Next, he focused his thoughts on Power Control on the panel.
[Ability Points: 4] → [Ability Points: 0] [Level 1 Power Control: 85%] → [Level 2 Power Control: 25%]
In an instant, Bai Lang felt his senses grow sharper. It even seemed as though something had changed in his mind.
The current in his body could now split into threads, spreading throughout his entire body.
"I'm getting better and better at controlling my power..."
Crackle!
Bai Lang held out his index finger. Golden-red electricity danced at its tip.
This current was no longer as thick as two fingers, as it had been before. It was now about as thick as a small stick half a centimeter in diameter.
That was the limit of what Bai Lang could control after reaching Level 2 Power Control.
After tidying up the rental apartment a little, Bai Lang took a hot shower.
Gotham was a rainy place, and he felt awful if he didn't bathe every day.
That was especially true since the cells in Bai Lang's body metabolized dozens of times faster than an ordinary person's.
The sound of running water came steadily from the bathroom.
Under the cold white light, water pattered from the showerhead and poured over his muscular, statue-like body.
Bai Lang stood beneath the showerhead without moving.
Only after he felt completely refreshed did he walk over to the sink.
The sink was built with tiles. Toiletries sat on the white tiles, and a small mirror hung above them.
The smooth mirror reflected Bai Lang's figure.
He stood a meter and ninety-eight centimeters tall, and slabs of muscle covered his body, as though a giant dragon were coiled around it.
Up close, one could see Bai Lang's deep-set features and slightly sharp brows and eyes.
He was undeniably handsome, no matter what country he was in.
"If I hadn't crossed over, I'd probably have a few kids by now. Too bad I ended up in this godforsaken place, Gotham..."
He looked at his reflection and mocked himself.
If none of this had happened, he would probably have married his girlfriend by now...
After his shower, he went to check on the Chinese restaurant and the arcade and see how things had been going, and whether anyone had tried to cause trouble.
Fortunately, Gotham was orderly during the day.
Nothing major had happened.
Bai Lang also went to check on Night Crow.
Two rich men stood by the side of Park Street, with two supercars parked beside them.
"Fuck! Which sour-grapes-eating thief stole the cigarettes I just bought?"
"Shit! They're stealing something this worthless? Looks like it's time we got bulletproof windows for our cars..."
Just then, a little boy wearing ragged clothes, with messy hair and a pale face, walked past them.
"Kid, was it you and your buddies who stole our stuff?" One of the rich men, a portly man named Jackson, grabbed the boy and asked with a menacing look.
"I'll tell you this: I'd rather throw my stuff to the dogs than give it to poor people like you!"
Ignoring his companion's attempts to stop him, he flung the boy to the ground and cursed at him a few more times before getting into his car and driving away.
Bai Lang walked over to the boy. He recognized him as one of the Night Raven Gang.
The boy rubbed his leg, his eyes full of envy as he watched the luxury cars. But when he looked at his own clothes, his expression fell.
Bai Lang sighed and ruffled his messy hair. The shock from Current Propulsion also electrocuted a dozen or so lice.
Over the past few days, the Night Raven Gang had stolen plenty of expensive cigarettes, bags, and jewelry from rich people's cars.
Even after selling them at a discount, they had enough to eat bread and porridge three times a day.
Harley had also started helping some of them kick their drug habits, but it was no easy task.
Time flew by amid the rapid friction of his cells, and night fell.
For once, it wasn't raining in Gotham tonight.
A hazy yellow full moon hung high in the sky, bathing the night in a bright, brownish-yellow light.
It looked just like the end of the world in a myth.
As night fell, Bai Lang did as he had the previous night. Dressed in the Batman suit, he stood atop Wayne Tower and surveyed the whole city.
Batman Bruce's cape was made of special material and could be used to glide.
But Bai Lang's was just an ordinary piece of cloth.
However, he could coat the fabric in electricity and make it as hard as steel, allowing him to glide through the sky just like the real Batman.
"Guess this is what they mean by the poor relying on mutations and the rich relying on technology..."
Gliding through the sky, Bai Lang couldn't help thinking.
After gliding for a while, he saw several dark figures sprinting below.
They were at least faster than the fastest athletes in his previous life.
They were nearly fast enough to run a hundred meters in eight seconds.
But ahead of them, Bai Lang saw dozens of identical figures of Death.
Death usually only appeared when a life was born or ended.
Now that dozens of them had appeared at the same time, it meant that at least dozens of people had died all at once!
At the thought, Bai Lang's expression froze, and he immediately headed toward the scene.
The abandoned Gotham Mercy Hospital.
Several men and women lay dead on the ground, and viscous crimson blood covered the floor.
The rusty smell of blood mingled with the stench of the sewers.
Bai Lang looked at the dozens of bodies around him and the sixteen tattered spirits standing beside Death.
They were all poor locals from the neighborhood. They had heard someone was hiring here, so they had come looking for work.
During an economic downturn, one job could support two adults.
But they hadn't expected it to be a trap. There was no job waiting for them, only a monster that had brutally killed them all.
"I'm only sixteen, and I'm already dead..."
"I'm going to kill him! Let me go back! I'm going to kill him!"
"Waaah... I have three kids at home. What will happen to them now that I'm dead..."
"..."
Bai Lang listened to the spirits around him. Some were weeping, some were cursing, and some couldn't stop worrying about the children they had left at home.
His peaceful heart was suddenly stirred by a nameless surge of irritation.
He slowly turned his head and saw a tall figure nearby picking his teeth.
His face was expressionless, but a trace of brutality gradually surfaced in his black-and-white eyes.
As one of the Court of Owls' Talons, Ross had been sent with a companion to assassinate Killer Croc today.
Out of professional habit, he had learned everything there was to know about Killer Croc.
His strength was far beyond that of an ordinary person. He could lift objects weighing two tons with ease.
His skin was as tough as armor and could withstand most bullets and high-caliber weapons.
He could also heal rapidly, and even regrow lost limbs.
His sense of smell and hearing were far superior to an ordinary person's, and Killer Croc was even more formidable underwater.
According to the information Ross had received, Killer Croc would be committing atrocities at Gotham Mercy Hospital today.
That was why Ross had come: to find evidence of Killer Croc's crimes and then assassinate him.
The two of them moved forward slowly, making their way silently through the ventilation ducts.
Ross was completely shrouded in a dark cloak. Its jet-black fabric concealed his true outline.
An exquisite mask covered his face, carved with the image of an owl.
Cold light glinted through the eyeholes, making him look like a ghost walking through the night.
Killer Croc was much stronger than an ordinary man, so Ross had to proceed cautiously.
Thud!!
A loud noise came from somewhere.
"What was that?" Talon Ross exchanged a look with Jack beside him.
Both men looked puzzled.
"It must be Killer Croc..."
They cautiously made their way forward.
Soon, they reached a vent in the middle.
From there, Ross could see the room where Killer Croc was.
But the moment he looked down, Talon Ross froze.
When his companion saw him stop, he looked down in confusion.
The instant he saw what lay below, his pupils shrank.
In the room below, a huge stone pillar pierced a towering corpse and left it hanging upside down.
The corpse was grayish green, more than seven feet tall, and massively built, with muscles as hard as rock.
Its skin was covered in rough, hard, gray-green scales.
Blood kept flowing from the wound where the pillar had pierced it, running down the stone and pooling on the floor.
The corpse's face was twisted in a savage grimace. Its crocodile-like, folded features were frozen in disbelief.
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