Bronze Tiger

That night, in the lower city.

Roaring music echoed along Panya Street, Negan Mountain Street, Negan Mountain Avenue, Negan Mountain West Street, 7th Avenue, and the Negan Mountain district, a seductive, mocking tune that pulsed through the dark alleyways.

It was a song known domestically as the "Bulgarian Demon King's HOP," that song... Sexy girl... Fuck... The moment it started, the Bulgarian Demon King's seductive figure would vividly appear in one's mind.

The entire eastern part of the lower city was enveloped in the seductive sound of... Sexy girl... Fuck... Behind him, a continuous stream of police cars, roadblocks, and cordoned-off streets. The police had already set up ambushes in several locations, but due to the chaotic planning of the lower city, with its numerous small streets and alleys, coupled with some daredevil reporters and crowds gathering to watch the commotion, the police were completely ineffective. They could only watch as Alex rode his motorcycle unimpeded, the soundtrack of... Sexy girl... Fuck... accompanying him, followed by the wail of sirens and the angry shouts of police officers as he sped away.

Finally, when the System had played enough, the sound of... Sexy girl... Fuck... around Alex gradually faded. Alex then steered his motorcycle into an alley, took a few turns, and easily shook off the pursuing police and fearless reporters.

In the lower city, western district, within a dark alley beside Yopigo Highland Avenue.

Alex rode a specially modified motorcycle, its lines sharp and angular, exuding a strong mechanical feel. The headlights were dimmed, barely providing enough light to see in the darkness as he slowly advanced, the engine's hum barely audible.

"Feeling good... haha!" The System's arrogant, triumphant voice rang in Alex's ears. "I could have controlled the sound wave frequency to resonate internally, strengthening your physique and enhancing your control over your body and Magnetic Psionics."

"But you just refused to cooperate." The System chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll keep picking fun background songs to make you, this superhero, famous."

"Alright, thank you!"

Alex thanked it calmly. He had been having fun too. Good, this could continue. Let's see who could outplay whom.

Though the System seemed to be causing trouble by playing music randomly, it had never interfered with his private identity. It only played background music to cause trouble when he was acting as a superhero.

Moreover, it never played the music for too long. It always waited until he had made his appearance, fought, and left the scene before quietly turning off the background music, allowing him to escape safely.

From this, Alex could tell that the System was truly useless and cowardly. Even it feared his true identity being exposed, which could lead to his death.

Even though the System had provoked him by playing music for two hours today, leading to him being pursued by the lower city police, it had always been mindful of his safety. For example, it would sometimes lower the music volume so he could clearly hear his surroundings, the sounds of cars, movements before gunshots, footsteps, and even the motorcycle's fuel level, not daring to let him consume too much. It had never placed him in a truly dangerous situation.

Therefore, this trick of the System truly disappointed Alex. He had initially expected the System's punishment to be electric shocks, but now... he was just disappointed!

"You..."

Without paying further attention to the System, Alex drove his black motorcycle, its dim headlights parting the blurry car windows as he navigated the road ahead, neither fast nor slow.

In his mind, he was contemplating the various forces in the lower city. After he had taken down many factions, the Severed Hand Gang had once controlled most of the lower city, nearing complete dominance.

But subtly, criminal forces from other districts seemed to be stirring, eyeing the lower city.

Alex had unexpectedly learned from the Russian Gang that they, as representatives, were cooperating with criminal forces from other districts to infiltrate the lower city, though their exact intentions were unclear. However, due to Alex's appearance, their plans had failed.

"They're cooperating with Al Swan, what are they trying to do in the lower city?"

Alex frowned slightly. During the process of killing the core members of the Russian Gang, he had discovered Al Swan's involvement in these gang conflicts.

This made no sense.

Given the Swan family's momentum, their assets and influence were almost on par with the upper aristocracy of Central City. Why would they get involved with gangs at this point?

This completely baffled Alex. Was this going to ruin the Swan family's future? Was the Swan family really that foolish?

"It seems I need to inquire about their intentions during the Central City Brotherhood's party. Is this Al Swan's personal action, or the Swan family's action!"

Alex pondered this with great seriousness.

The situation in the lower city was now largely settled, and he absolutely did not want anyone else interfering in this territory.

Did they think his hard-earned territory was so easily taken?

The sounds of distant sirens gradually faded, as if separated by another world. The small street was quiet, with only the faint hum of the motorcycle's engine.

The wind was a bit cool, brushing past Alex's black trench coat. He rode his motorcycle slowly forward, on the hazy, dim street, his dim headlights like a battle saber cutting through the darkness.

Suddenly.

A tall, dark figure stood in place. Under the dim moonlight, it revealed a tall, strong silhouette, exuding a fierce, tiger-like aura.

The headlights shone directly from the ground to his feet. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, as solid and unshakeable as a mountain peak, giving an impression of immovability.

Alex tightened his right hand, and with a 'creak,' he braked the motorcycle.

'Snap!'

With a flick of his thumb, the light suddenly switched to high beams. The intense, piercing high beams were like bayonets in the night, illuminating the tall figure.

The incandescent high beams shone on his powerful physique. He wore a black tank top, his arms were strong, his back broad, his waist taut, and his fierce eyes held a deep, unfathomable glint – the look of a predator eager to strike. His face was as serene as still water, and his upright form was like a majestic mountain, inspiring an unshakeable feeling.

He stood there, his gaze fixed on Alex from behind the high beams, like a ferocious beast that had locked onto Alex's presence.

"Bronze Tiger!"

Alex blurted out the name almost without thinking, having already concluded who it was.

At this time, at this place, besides Bronze Tiger, who was always by Jack's side, Alex couldn't think of anyone else who would block his path.

This was the renowned Bronze Tiger from DC, who had defeated Batman in hand-to-hand combat multiple times.

"I'd like to spar with you." Bronze Tiger's voice was deep and magnetic, exuding a sense of stability and security.

But the glint in his eyes intensified. His fingers twitched slightly, his muscles were both relaxed and taut with explosive power, and his breathing was regulated as if a volcano was about to erupt.

This was the first time he had encountered such a powerful human since leaving the League of Assassins. Seeing a worthy opponent, he couldn't resist the urge to spar.

"I have no other intentions. I have a good impression of what you do, and I simply wish to spar with you." Seeing that Alex wasn't making a move, Bronze Tiger explained calmly.

He meant nothing more than wanting to fight.

Alex understood the feeling of a martial artist who had reached the peak of human physical limits and combat skills, someone who had few human opponents in the world. That feeling of seeing a worthy adversary, an itch from the inside out, a strong desire to engage in a fight.

"Certainly. I'm grateful for how you've looked after Jack."

Alex suddenly understood, chuckled lightly, dismounted his bike, took off his smooth silver mask, removed his black trench coat to reveal his combat attire, placed the trench coat on the motorcycle, and walked towards Bronze Tiger.