Could it be that we Viltrumites also had the genes of a romantic master?
A moment later, under Debbie's watchful gaze, Nolan and Leon took off toward the commercial district.
On the way, he confirmed once more, "So, Leon, you saved a girl just now, right?"
"That's right. She was trapped by a group of bad guys. I reasoned with them a little and got her out."
Leon's casual tone made Nolan frown.
She was no ordinary girl. After living on Earth for so long, he could still tell whether perfume was expensive.
After all, it had been carefully selected by Batman.
"Remember to explain things clearly to Marcia."
The moment the words left his mouth, the old man regretted them. Why was he teaching him this?
Was he afraid his daughter would be hurt?
Come on, at her age, she should—
She should—
He sighed and explained in detail, "You need to make it clear to Marcia that you picked up that scent while saving someone. Don't deliberately bring it up. It'd be best to pick the right moment..."
With countless thoughts running through his mind, Nolan and Leon quietly landed behind a tailor shop.
This was the shop of his old friend, Art.
On the surface, it was an utterly ordinary tailor shop. In secret, however, it was the most famous supplier of combat suits in the area.
The kind funded by the Global Defense Agency.
His own red-and-white combat suit had been made here.
Perhaps after Marcia's powers awakened, she would also get her own combat suit here.
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"Follow me."
Nolan moved up to the wall and opened a concealed little panel.
After pressing it, a ring of seams appeared on the smooth wall, and a hidden door opened.
He led Leon into Art's costume