This is an alien girl

This caught Batman off guard.

In Gotham, few people could hold out under his assault.

After all, most of Gotham's super-criminals weren't known for their physical prowess—even Penguin couldn't withstand more than a few moves against Batman.

"With abilities like yours, why join a gang?"

Batman stopped and didn't press the attack.

He analyzed the situation: Li Ang had no combat skills whatsoever, but his raw physical attributes alone made him difficult to handle.

Li Ang's traits were simple—fast, strong, and unafraid of pain.

Almost inhuman.

Seeing Batman staring coldly at him, Li Ang immediately said, "Shit, I'm not one of her people!"

"But you're one of the Iceberg Lounge's people."

Batman spoke.

He naturally knew Li Ang wasn't part of the Falcone family.

"Just trying to survive. Not everyone's born with a silver spoon."

Li Ang replied coldly.

Getting jumped into a fight for no reason—even if it was Batman—didn't earn him any goodwill.

"GCPD!"

Just then, police sirens finally rang out outside.

Gotham's officers arrived even slower than Batman.

But that was normal.

Li Ang turned to look, only to find Batman had vanished without a trace.

The officers opened all the passages to ventilate the smoke, finally clearing the air and revealing the scene inside.

The Iceberg Lounge was riddled with holes, covered in bullet marks and bloodstains, with plenty of dead bodies.

James Gordon's face darkened. "These damn gangs are the tumors of Gotham."

Then they immediately secured the scene.

With so many dead, there had to be an accounting.

Before long, Penguin showed up.

"Jim!"

Penguin spread his arms wide and called out warmly.

But Commissioner Gordon didn't look at him, only snorted coldly. "Ozzy, was this your doing?"

"How can you wrong an innocent man?"

Penguin Cobblepot put on a wounded expression. "The Iceberg Lounge has always been a legitimate, lawful entertainment venue. Who knew it would draw someone's envy?"

"If you're a good man, then Gotham has no bad guys left."

Commissioner Gordon sneered.

Penguin didn't mind. He looked at Li Ang and the others, a genial smile suddenly spreading across his face. "You all did well. Bonuses for everyone, and two days off."

Then he went to deal with the Gotham Police Department.

Everyone gave their statements, even Penguin.

After all, the Iceberg Lounge was his turf.

By the time everything was wrapped up, it was nearly dawn.

Bald-headed Victor finally approached Penguin and asked in a low voice, "Should we retaliate?"

"Retaliate for what?"

Penguin's face was expressionless. "What's the point of retaliating against them?"

"We're gangsters, not brainless idiots. Never do anything without profit."

"Of course, we need to soothe the boys."

Wayne Manor.

A Batmobile crashed through the tunnel like a bumper car into the hidden Batcave, trailing sparks and lightning.

The hatch opened, and Bruce Wayne jumped straight out, pulling off his helmet.

"Young Master, from your grim expression, tonight didn't go smoothly."

An aged voice sounded. Alfred stood with a tray bearing hot coffee and a warm, damp towel.

Bruce Wayne's mind was fixed on one thing: Li Ang.

This was someone he'd never seen before. If he didn't investigate Li Ang thoroughly, he wouldn't be able to rest easy.

He wished he knew every single person in Gotham.

He picked up his coffee, ignoring the wet towel, and said to Alfred, "I need to investigate someone."

"Already done."

Alfred truly lived up to the title of 'Butler Hero.'

Having been with Bruce Wayne for so long, he understood his character perfectly.

At the Supercomputer, Li Ang's information was indeed displayed.

"He came to Gotham incognito, bringing along a 'daughter.'"

"But clearly, she's adopted."

"As for his past, it's classified as Top Secret by the authorities."

Alfred set the tray aside and said, "Young Master, you need to think carefully. This could be some Mysterious Department..."

But before he could finish, Bruce Wayne had already started cracking the 'Top Secret' files.

"Alright, you've never been any different."

Alfred had no choice; he was long accustomed to Bruce Wayne's nature.

Soon, the files were cracked.

When Bruce Wayne opened the Top Secret information, everything recorded was laid bare.

Li Ang's personal details, along with records of his life in Ohio.

It all seemed unremarkable—just the ordinary life of a young American, spending his days either picking up girls or doing nothing.

But then, Bruce Wayne clicked on a satellite video.

Though the footage was blurry, the scene was vaguely discernible.

In the video, a spaceship landed on Earth, and Li Ang walked straight over, opening the hatch.

Then... a girl crawled out from inside.

"Oh, that's not good."

Alfred said in his pure British accent, "It seems this girl is an alien."

Bruce Wayne nodded.

"What's worse is that someone helped cover their tracks. Otherwise, even in Gotham, they'd have been found by now."

"Well, should we start considering the possibility of aliens destroying Earth?"

Alfred made a joke, but Bruce Wayne actually furrowed his brow.

Seeing this, Alfred had to say, "Don't take it so seriously. Maybe she's just a refugee."

As Bruce Wayne's butler, he had always been optimistic, a ray of light in Bruce's life.

"What I'm thinking about is whether there are other aliens on Earth."

Li Ang got a few days off.

The Iceberg Lounge had been damaged, so it would obviously need a few days of renovation.

At the very least, the bullet holes had to be patched up.

And after this incident, it was unclear whether the Iceberg Lounge's reputation would suffer.

But that was Penguin's headache.

Before leaving, Penguin even encouraged Li Ang a couple of times, as if he really thought highly of him.

With the freshly issued thousand-dollar bonus in his pocket, Li Ang planned to buy something for Kara.

But even though dawn was approaching, most shops were still closed.

Li Ang could only head to the nearby Chinatown.

Sure enough, even though it was just past five in the morning, the breakfast shops were already open.

He bought a few steaming meat buns, along with two cups of soy milk and some fried dough sticks, then hurried back.

Fortunately, the Diamond District was right next to Chinatown. With Li Ang's current Physical Fitness, he jogged back at a controlled pace without even breaking a sweat.