After your body

"Damn it!" Seeing that Clayface was trying to separate a part of his body to snatch the Pearl, Roland used his binding power to roll the mud into his hands.

At that moment, Batman descended from the sky, holding a small steel canister. He sprayed the canister onto Clayface's body, freezing him solid.

The extremely low temperature prevented the Clayface from deforming easily, so he could only stay motionless in place.

"This is... anti- Clayface spray?" Roland asked.

"Liquid Nitrogen," Batman explained. "I've been preparing for this ever since Clayface escaped, and it's come in handy."

How did you get here so quickly?

"The Batmobile has been on standby, of course it'll be here soon." Batman hoisted Clayface onto his shoulder. "I'll take him back first. Be careful, that Pearl is valuable, don't let anyone steal it."

"I'm going to put it at Auction House and wait for the next time I get it," Roland said.

Batman didn't answer, but shot his grappling hook into the ceiling of the Auction Hall and left with his Clayface.

Roland found the hidden Auctioneer and handed him the Pearl, saying, "There was an accident this time, let's sell it to him at the next auction."

"Okay, this disturbance is a security issue on our end. We apologize for the inconvenience..." The Auctioneer's expression was somewhat bitter. Even with increased security, they couldn't stop Clayface from changing size at will.

How about we follow the suggestion above and make Batman our security advisor? While Batman doesn't seem poor, they're still part of the Wayne Family business. In all of Gotham City, is anyone richer than them?

"By the way, your Bible signed by Albert Einstein sold for $80,000. I wonder what your bank account number is...?"

"I don't have a bank card, so why don't you give me cash?" Roland said.

"... Okay." The Auctioneer nodded, found the Finance Manager, and brought out a bag of money for Roland.

"Priest, would you like us to deliver this?" the Finance Manager asked, looking at Roland carrying the bag of money as if he were afraid Roland would be robbed as soon as he stepped out the door.

"No need." Roland shook his head and rode away with Jason.

Before he had passed two Green Lantern, he was surrounded by a group of people wearing black burqas and masks.

Behind this group of people was the young girl who had worn Arabian Style embroidered robe at the previous auction, quietly watching Roland.

"Robbery? You really think you're risking your life for money... And girl, shouldn't you be looking for Bruce? I wasn't competing with you at the auction." Roland got off his Motorcycle and asked with a sneer.

"Don't be nervous, we won't rob you." The girl smiled, and the group of men in black pulled out Rope and fishing nets, surrounding Roland.

"Huh?" Roland was taken aback. What did this mean? Was he going to assault her?

Despite having this thought in mind, Roland showed no mercy, stomping his foot and charging straight at the group.

"Such strength! This is beyond human capabilities." The girl wasn't too surprised to see several of her men being sent flying, and she ordered them to continue surrounding them.

"Hmm, was I too lenient?" Roland looked at the person he had knocked away who could still get up as if nothing had happened, without even spitting out blood, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

However, these people seemed to have nothing particularly special about them other than their resilience and martial arts skills. Roland clapped his hands, "Want to come again?"

"Of course." The largest man in black stepped forward, drew the same Ancient Blade that Bruce had won at the auction, and slashed at Roland.

He was as imposing as a rugby player, and his horizontal slashes were incredibly imposing.

Roland twisted his body, leaning back to dodge the knife, then delivered an elbow strike that split the man's eye, followed by a knee strike to the man's abdomen.

But the attack was blocked, and the man seized the opportunity to counterattack, kicking out and striking Roland in the chest.

"Oh, a martial artist?" Roland dusted off his chest. "In terms of martial arts skills, you're not much weaker than Batman. Who are you?"

Batman's close-combat skills are basically at the pinnacle of human ability, so this guy can't be some nobody. Could he be one of the Court of Owls' Talon? But his appearance doesn't quite match.

"I don't know who I am either, but that doesn't matter." The man roared, drawing his knife and charging forward like a tiger emerging from the forest.

"With your skin color, there are plenty of people who don't know who their father is, but I've never seen anyone who doesn't even know who they are," Roland said, dodging the slash and teasing the man's dark skin.

"Hmph!" The man twisted the direction of his knife with his waist strength, but Roland had already taken the opportunity to close in on him, unleashing a storm of knee strikes and elbow strikes that rendered him unable to fight.

Seeing this, the others launched an attack on Roland, Shuriken, Kunai, and throwing knives covering Roland surroundings.

"So many flying gadgets, are Ninja?" Roland used his binding force to knock them all down, then the Suit the remaining ones. Although they were skilled in martial arts, they were far inferior to that burly African Man.

"Why don't you just surrender? I don't hit women," Roland said, walking up to the girl with a rope.

"Oh, what a gentleman..." the girl smiled, drawing her dagger. "It's a pity gentlemen are always so easily hurt..."

Roland took a single step, bridging the distance between the two, and delivered a powerful, ground-to-ground blast that knocked the girl unconscious.

"Didn't you say you don't hit women?" Jason was taken aback.

"What a joke, do you think I'd tell the truth to my opponent?" Roland cracked his knuckles, tied up the people on the ground, and then dialed 911.

The Police arrived quickly, and the sheriff in charge asked Roland, "Hello, this is Li. Did you call the police?"

"Yes." Roland nodded.

"You said she brought people to kidnap you, and her purpose is most likely to rape you?" Sergeant Li pointed at the girl who had just woken up and was looking at Roland resentfully.

"Yes." Roland nodded in agreement.

"Is there some misunderstanding?" Sergeant Li looked at the girl. "Do you have anything to say?"

"There's no misunderstanding." The girl snorted. "It's exactly as he said."

"Uh..." Sergeant Li was stunned. He was Asian, and the way he looked at Roland was like looking at Tang Sanzang who was so indifferent to the Queen of the Women's Kingdom. He couldn't help but mutter, "Is the power of faith really that strong?"

"Well, come with me, we're going to the station to make a statement," Sergeant Li said, leading everyone into the police car.

Upon arriving at the Gotham City Police Department, Roland was taken to a Dark Room where a Police patiently asked him various questions, taking his statement for over an hour.

"Um, Officer, haven't we finished asking all the questions we needed to ask?" Roland couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, okay... it'll be ready soon, just a moment." The Police took the documents and left. A short while later, the girl from before came back in.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" Roland was taken aback.

"Let's talk about procreation."

"Are you serious?" Roland's breathing quickened.

Then, Gordon burst through the door with an elbow strike, asking, "Roland, are you alright?"