Full of Money Power

Sophia Falcone looked to be around thirty years old—white women's ages were always hard to pin down.

Some you thought were adults were actually only fourteen or fifteen.

And others you thought were young were already in their thirties or forties.

As an Italian, Sophia's nose was striking, followed by a pair of bright, large eyes filled with fury.

A head of smooth black hair draped over her shoulders, and she wore a black evening dress, casually thrown over with a coat.

She looked more like a noble socialite than a mafia boss.

Her gun barrel seemed to point casually at Li Ang.

Li Ang's body immediately tensed.

Though he didn't want to make a move, if forced, he couldn't keep hiding any longer.

If no one else were around, Li Ang would have acted long ago.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, if he revealed his strength, endless trouble would await him.

Even Superman Clark didn't dare expose his true identity, let alone him.

What's more, Li Ang had a woman and child to look after.

"Relax."

Sophia's voice turned husky and low: "As long as you behave, I won't kill you."

'Like hell I'd believe you.'

Li Ang could only let go of the South African woman and walk over.

"What's your name?"

"Li Ang."

"Li Ang? Good. Call your boss."

Li Ang took the phone Sophia handed him.

He naturally didn't know Penguin's number, but he knew Frank's.

Frank was also one of Penguin's trusted aides.

Soon, the call connected.

"Who is it?"

"Frank, give the phone to Boss Cobblepot quickly—something's happened."

Frank didn't ask further, just replied, "Hold on."

Not long after, Penguin's gloomy voice came through the line: "I hate bad news the most, Li Ang."

Hearing Penguin's voice, Sophia snatched the phone directly.

"Too bad, Penguin, you have to hear this."

Sophia Falcone spoke into the phone.

"Sophia!"

Penguin clearly knew her; his voice carried some surprise.

"You bastard killed someone from our Falcone family and kidnapped my brother. Tit for tat—how about I blow up your Iceberg Lounge?"

Sophia immediately said, her voice filled with rage.

The Iceberg Lounge was what Penguin cared about most, his proudest achievement.

With that, she had a grip on Penguin's lifeline.

Penguin on the other end was silent for a long time before saying, "It's just an Iceberg Lounge. You don't think I'd care, do you?"

Though he said that, anyone could tell how he felt.

Penguin Cobblepot continued, "Besides, Sophia, you should be grateful to me. I helped you take out your competitors. From now on, the Falcone family is yours."

"That's right."

Sophia let out a laugh, but her smile was cold: "I should thank you, you scumbag. But I also need to give the family an explanation. I'll have your men buried with me, and your club too."

"Wait."

Penguin quickly said, "If that's the case, I won't bother killing that idiot Alberto. He'll know his sister doesn't care about him—isn't that a good show?"

Hearing this, Li Ang keenly caught a flicker of joy in Sophia.

Clearly, she cared deeply about her brother, not as she pretended.

"What do you want?"

"The question is, what do you want, Sophia?"

Sophia fell silent.

She didn't want to reveal her intentions, but Penguin seemed to have already guessed them.

If not for her concern for her brother, how could she have moved so fast?

The moment Penguin had his men take her brother away, she retaliated against the Iceberg Lounge.

This truly caught Penguin off guard.

But Penguin had already won.

"Time's almost up, Sophia."

"What do you mean? Penguin!"

Sophia was flustered.

Then Penguin Cobblepot prompted, "If you don't understand, go take a look outside."

Sophia immediately pushed through the crowd, signaling Li Ang to follow her and see. Her gun never stopped pointing at him.

Once outside, Sophia shuddered instantly.

There, in Gotham's dark sky, a massive light had appeared without warning.

The light projected onto the clouds, forming the shape of a bat.

The Bat-Signal!

"Hahahahahaha!"

Penguin burst into laughter over the phone.

"Move!"

Sophia hung up at once, knowing they couldn't stay.

She kept Li Ang at gunpoint and headed back inside.

But the moment they entered the club, chaos had already erupted.

"Boom!"

With a few low explosions, the entire Iceberg Lounge filled with smoke in an instant.

"Ah!"

"Crack!"

Screams and the sound of breaking bones rang out through the club.

Clearly, Batman had already made his move.

"Damn it!"

Sophia didn't flee—she charged straight in.

In the smoke, she couldn't see a thing, only vaguely making out a dark shadow darting through the haze.

Only Li Ang was unaffected. His enhanced vision let him clearly see Batman's agile figure.

Batman's suit was packed with high-tech gear—grappling hooks, a bat-cape, projectors, and a whole arsenal strapped to his body...

Could a regular rich kid afford such a high-end COSPLAY?

From head to toe, it screamed three words.

Money Power.

"Bang bang bang!"

Sophia didn't hesitate—she opened fire at the shadow.

"Everyone fall back!"

She shouted as she fired.

Her men snapped to attention, retreating toward the exit while shooting at Batman.

Batman dodged and weaved, and when he couldn't avoid it, he turned his back, using his cape to block the bullets.

"Ding ding ding!"

The bullets all ricocheted off, and then he locked onto Sophia.

Like a human bat, he lunged straight at her.

But Sophia, utterly unscrupulous, bolted for the exit, yelling, "Li Ang, stop him!"

Li Ang wasn't stupid—he quickly stepped aside.

But Batman had already set his sights on him.

Seeing Li Ang in a uniform and likely a gang member, Batman showed no mercy, aiming to take him down as fast as possible before resuming the chase.

Facing the attack, Li Ang had no choice but to defend.

Batman was ruthless, striking directly at his joints.

They said Batman never killed, but after he "taught" someone a lesson, they wished they were dead.

"Boom!"

Li Ang blocked Batman's attack, which clearly caught Batman off guard, before he continued striking at Li Ang in rapid succession.

As the human embodiment of Fighting Essence, possessing mastery over nearly every fighting skill in the world, Batman's offense was razor-sharp—truly fluid and seamless.

No matter the angle or movement, he could launch an attack, and he never once let up.

Li Ang could only react on instinct, relying on his own Speed.

All martial arts under heaven—only speed cannot be broken.

Even so, he still took several hits from Batman, though they were nothing more than a minor nuisance.