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But Du Mu did have a point.

Bruce knew full well that the plan itself was a double-edged sword.

In his own hands, it was insurance. In the enemy's hands, it would be a disaster.

After all, he had even written contingency plans for dealing with himself—the kind that practically wanted to drive himself to death. Equal treatment for all.

To prevent that worst-case scenario, he needed to devise a plan to counter the countermeasure plan.

But that still wasn't safe enough.

Because the enemy might also steal the plan for countering the countermeasure plan.

So, to be safe, it would be best to keep another card up his sleeve and devise a plan to counter the plan that countered the countermeasure plan—or leave even more backups, with plans to counter the plans that countered the plans that countered the countermeasure plan...

In short, Batman always had a PLAN B.

And if PLAN B wasn't enough, there were PLAN C, PLAN D, PLAN E...

Bruce finalized the framework of this nested-doll scheme at lightning speed, while his expression remained unchanged.

"You didn't come looking for me just for this, did you?"

"Of course not."

Du Mu said cheerfully, "I came to ask you for some stuff."

"What stuff?"

"A lot of things. For example, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin formula, Bane's Venom formula, Poison Ivy's toxins, and so on."

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "What do you want those for? They shouldn't be of much use to you, should they?"

He didn't think Du Mu needed such external tools.

For someone capable of going head-to-head with Angel Gabriel and Satan's son, messing around with these flashy tricks was completely unnecessary.

"Can't I like collecting things?"

Du Mu certainly had no use for them himself, but that didn't mean the people under him wouldn't