Third-Generation Bat Armor

This time, he fitted his Bat Armor with a pair of Adamantium claws.

He also added back the Bat Cape he had previously discarded, though his cape was no ordinary cape.

He had woven it from Vibranium threads and precious memory-metal materials.

Its functions were roughly the same as the original version's: when electrified, it hardened.

This allowed it to glide and defend against attacks.

But because it was made of Vibranium, its toughness was far beyond anything the original could match.

"Boss, is this your Third-Generation Bat Armor?"

"It even has a cape. It looks so cool!"

"And these Adamantium claws look incredibly destructive too."

"By the way, does the Third-Generation Bat Armor have a new codename?"

"The first generation was called the Standard Bat Armor, and the second was called the Swift-Flying Bat Armor. So what about this third generation?"

As she looked at the Third-Generation Bat Armor standing before her, 2B's eyes were filled with fervor.

Loren raised a hand and gently stroked the Third-Generation Bat Armor, unable to hide the fondness on his face.

Then he smiled. "Where did you get all these codenames? Even I didn't know about them."

"Hehe, I came up with them myself when I had nothing better to do."

"Since you like naming things so much, I'll let you name this Third-Generation Bat Armor too."

"Sure. The focus of this Third-Generation Bat Armor is its Adamantium claws, so let's call it the Ripper Bat Armor!"

"Uh, you really are a naming genius."

"Boss, want to have a match with me?" 2B asked eagerly.

"Fight again? You just disarmed me once. My old back can't take that kind of abuse from you."

Hearing that, 2B blushed and hurriedly explained, "Boss, that's not what I meant. I meant fighting. Use your claws against my Miao saber. Didn't you also want to test my limits?"

"Fight? Forget it."

"I don't want to get beaten up. At maximum output, you can unleash nearly twenty tons of force."

"Even with the Bat Armor on, I can only exert around eight tons at most."

"We're not even in the same league. Any technique is just a fancy trick in the face of absolute power."

"So even if I fought you, I still wouldn't be able to test your limits. You need a stronger opponent."

"But where am I supposed to find a stronger opponent?" 2B said dejectedly.

"That'll take time. We'll run into one eventually. After all, this is the Marvel Universe." Loren smiled.

"Boss, I'm starting to understand why you didn't kill Tony Stark before. True masters really are lonely!"

"Hah, it's good that you understand. It means you've improved again." Loren yawned.

Over the past few days, he had thrown himself into upgrading and modifying 2B and the Bat Armor, neglecting both food and sleep.

Although he had injected the Perfected Super-Soldier Serum, his body was not made of iron. He could still feel exhausted.

And now, he had clearly reached his limit. It was time to catch up on sleep.

"2B, go do your tests by yourself next. I need to get some sleep. I'm exhausted."

As he spoke, Loren headed toward the bedroom.

The moment 2B heard Loren say he was going to sleep, it was as if a keyword had been triggered.

She immediately became excited.

"Boss, you're going to sleep? Perfect! We can test my temperature-regulation function. I'll go warm the bed for you right now!"

With that, 2B hopped into the bedroom first like a little rabbit, then slipped naked beneath the covers.

Then she slowly extended her long, snow-white legs from beneath the blanket and crooked a finger at Loren.

"Boss, come quickly!!"

"..." Loren.

Seeing such a provocative sight, Loren could not help raising a hand to slap his forehead.

Then his face took on an expression like Huang Bo's.

"Not again. Are you ever going to stop?!!"

Under 2B's attentive care, Loren soon fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, 2B had already left, and he had no idea what she had gone off to do.

However, Tifa had taken over 2B's shift and was lying beside Loren.

"How long did I sleep?" Loren sat up and stretched, looking at Tifa with some curiosity.

"Boss, you started sleeping at ten yesterday morning. It's now five in the afternoon. You slept for a full thirty-one hours."

"Thirty-one hours? That was quite a while. But damn, that sleep felt great! I finally feel alive again."

As he spoke, Loren sprang to his feet in one smooth motion.

"Where's 2B?"

"She went out just now. She said she was going to conduct physical tests and hasn't returned yet."

"Mm, let her do what she wants. By the way, did anything happen while I was asleep?"

"Nothing troublesome happened, but Stark Group sent you an invitation."

"Stark Group sent me an invitation?"

"Boss, did you forget?"

"The Morgan Family is one of Stark Group's shareholders. You hold twenty percent of the shares, making you the second-largest shareholder after Tony Stark."

"They have to invite you when they host an evening showcase for their latest technological achievements," Tifa reminded him.

"What? I'm the second-largest shareholder of Stark Group? How did I not know about this?" Loren looked utterly bewildered.

"Boss, you can't be blamed for that. The Morgan Family has an enormous estate and has invested in hundreds of top companies around the world."

"You only took over the family business recently, so it's perfectly normal that you didn't know."

"Besides, these affairs were originally managed by your former butler, Freddie."

"He probably didn't want you to worry too much, so he didn't hand over all the official business to you," Tifa explained.

Loren silently nodded. In Freddie's eyes, he had still been worthless trash that could not be propped up.

So naturally, Freddie would not hand all the family affairs over to him, a spoiled young master. That was understandable.

"Mm, although Freddie was a spy my aunt planted beside me, he really was capable at getting things done."

"That much is undeniable. If he hadn't betrayed me, he would have been a valuable assistant."

"But having you by my side is just as good now, and I can trust you even more."

"Boss, Tifa will definitely manage this family business well for you. I won't let you down."

"Mm, I believe you have that ability. By the way, when is the evening event?"

"Seven tonight."

"Seven tonight? Then there's not much time left! Hurry up and get me changed. I want to see how that pretentious bastard Tony Stark puts on a show!"