Gotham Master, Bruce Yu

The night fog in Gotham Harbor, carrying the salty smell of the sea, wandered among the rusty container jungle of Third Pier.

Bruce Yu's crocodile-skin boots rolled over a plump Guangdong specialty. He glanced at his watch—23:47, seventeen minutes later than the agreed time.

"Are you the ' Collector ' from the forum?"

A scarred man with gold teeth emerged from the shadows, wearing a twisted brass ring on his right index finger, the face of which was engraved with the Penguin Gang's umbrella-shaped pattern.

His overcoat was stained with the stench of the Fish Market, and his left hand was always in his pocket, the outline of the gun barrel faintly visible beneath the fabric.

Yu's Sharingan Golden Light faintly in the darkness. Twenty meters behind Scarface, inside a container, several gunmen with rapid heartbeats were panting against the metal sheet.

Further away, in the crane operator's seat, a sniper was chewing on a cigarette, his crosshair already locked onto his temple.

"Where's the merchandise?" Bruce Yu asked.

Scarface snapped his the Snap, and two henchmen dragged over a lead-gray metal box.

An eerie green light seeped from the seams of the container, spreading into a miasma-like fog in the humid air.

The moment the lid was lifted, a prismatic ore was exposed to the moonlight, its surface covered with honeycomb-like natural etched pits.

"99.9% pure Kryptonite Crystal, picking up the ore with tweezers, green light streaming between his missing front teeth. "Even the LuthorCorp can't get this quality. You're lucky. We like doing business with locals. Here you go."

Uchiha Yu merely glanced at it indifferently, then laughed and said, "When you were adulterating the Uranium Ore, didn't you consider that Gamma Ray would burn through the Lead Lining?"

"What! What do you mean!? I don't understand what you're talking about!" Scarface suddenly took a step back, his exposed expression revealing his true feelings.

"I was just making this up, but I'm really not satisfied with your performance. So it's true or not, right?"

As he spoke, he bent down and flicked a small amount of green powder from beside the box with his index finger. "Fluorescent Powder? You guys are so perfunctory even when you're doing counterfeiting?"

"Fuck!" The scarred man took two steps back. "Laozi said it's true, and that's the truth! Leave the money! Or your life is in danger!"

Bruce Yu laughed. "Getting angry and trying to double-cross me? Since you're a local, don't you know who I am?"

"Bang!"

Before Bruce Yu could speak, the group raised their hands and fired!

In the 0.1 seconds it took for the bolt to be pulled back, the Second Order Genetic Lock was suddenly opened!

Although his current physical strength makes him immune to firearms, there's no guarantee that the Gotham gangs won't come up with some high-tech equipment.

With their Observation Haki fully activated, the bullet trajectories of the seven gunmen unfolded like a slow-motion video!

As the first bullet grazed his ear, his fist had already pierced the scarred man's diaphragm!

"Third intercostal space."

The finger bone pierced the scarred man's chest cavity, and the next second Bruce Yu appeared in front of a gunman behind a container!

One clap of the palm!

"Click!"

The neck bone was twisted and broken!

A guy with decent reflexes had barely fired his shotgun when his Mangekyō Sharingan instantly analyzed the distribution of shrapnel. He dashed through the gaps in the barrage, leaving afterimages, and his bloodied fingertips gripped the shooter's throat.

The crisp sound of a shinbone breaking Resonance with the shrill cries of seagulls as Yu, standing on his convulsing body, looked up into the sky.

The instant the sniper scope's reflection pierced his pupils, his body suddenly rippled, and the bullet pierced through the illusory image he left behind!

Clone Technique!

Bruce Yu appeared in front of the crane's cockpit door, hundreds of meters in the air, and ripped open the iron door with his bare hands, leaving the sniper stunned! Before he could react, Bruce Yu snapped the index finger that was about to pull the trigger!

The sniper, sweating profusely from the pain, cried out, "No! Don't kill me! My boss is Penguin!"

"Oh? Then I'll go get some QQ coins to spend."

As the Batmobile's turbo engine ripped through the thick fog and searchlights swept across the twisted bodies scattered on the ground, Bruce Yu was wiping bloodstains from his knuckles with his scarred suit jacket.

Seventeen gang members lay sprawled in the shadows of the container in bizarre poses, like green and yellow toy soldiers whose joints had been broken by children.

"You said you wouldn't kill anyone." Batman's vocal processor emitted a low, sandpaper-like hum.

Yu threw the aluminum briefcase at the Batmobile's hood. "They attacked me. I was just acting in self-defense. I have to set some rules for the Gotham black market. The local gangs are so rude!"

Batman looked at the gang members scattered on the ground, somewhat angry.

But Batman's usual methods are not much different from Bruce Willis's, the only difference is that Bruce Willis is a bit heavier.

Unable to defeat Bruce Yu, Batman could only watch Bruce leave.

"They're gone."

Batman suddenly looked up and saw a man barely clinging to life on a container. He flew over with his grappling hook and said, "The details of the deal."

"Green stone." The gunman gasped in pain.

Batman frowned, and the gunman coughed twice. "Batman, could you call an ambulance for me?"

When Bruce Yu pushed open the gilded door, the pianist was playing Debussy's "Clair de Lune".

There were more blonde, blue-eyed women here than fruit platters, and the men were all dressed like celebrities.

This is a club that Penguin opened specifically to whitewash his image and portray himself as an upper-class person.

At the door, two black bodyguards, seeing Bruce Yu Gate of Opening by himself, were a little surprised and immediately came to greet him.

"Sir, this is a VIP area. If you do not have an invitation, please leave immediately. Thank you."

A strange Golden Light flashed in his eyes, and the two bodyguards stood frozen in place, letting Bruce Yu walk in.

He stopped in front of the neon-lit punching power test machine, where the electronic screen displayed a record of "987 pounds" set by an unknown person.

"Too light."

The second stage of the Gene Lock suddenly activated, and the muscle fibers tightened like steel cables. The moment the fist left the sensing area, the alloy support emitted a dying metallic groan, and sparks from the exploding display screen and an alarm sounded at the same time!

"Bang!!!"

The machine exploded!

Now, the dashboard will be forever stuck on the red "ERROR" light.

Two drunk men passing by thought they were drunk, so they rubbed their eyes and went up to the punching bag. They even punched the bag, and when they saw the number on the meter, they boasted to each other that they were now strong enough to kill a bull.

Before the cigar smokers in the billiard hall could recover from the loud noise, Bruce had already picked up his maple cue and headed toward the snooker table.

The Golden Tomoe Mangekyo Sharingan the kaleidoscope spun in his iris, and he calculated the entire path of the cue ball's impact. Every shot he made resulted in at least two balls being potted. It looked powerful, but he hit the balls just right so they didn't fly away.

However, the table could not withstand the continuous impacts. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the green velvet surface, and the oak table collapsed with a crash the moment the last Black Ball fell into the pocket.

The people at the other tables were stunned, but they didn't think much of it, assuming that the tables might be of poor quality.

"Huh? Why isn't anyone coming to cause me trouble?" Bruce Yu looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he simply headed to the next location to cause trouble.

The blonde, blue-eyed beauties in the roulette gambling area suddenly fell silent.

The chips Bruce toyed with his fingertips transformed into calculable parabolas in his Observation Haki, each bounce a mockery of probability.

"Android 17, odd number, black."

When the ivory ball landed precisely in the predicted spot for the ninth time, the dealer wearing the emerald ring suddenly convulsed and collapsed—under the influence of Observation Haki, the ring's sound waves had already revealed the vibration frequency of the magnetic mechanism.

"It's still the same gentleman, he's got it all."

The dealer reluctantly announced the result, and all the hot girls screamed!

"Marvelous!"

"That's so cool, handsome guy!"

"It's Miracles! You've won ten games in a row!"

"My God! I wonder if you're just as good in bed!"

Stephen Fang's voice came through. "If he unleashes his Tail, he can send several of you flying into the sky at once!"

As the security chief, wearing an ostrich leather vest, approached, wiping away cold sweat, Bruce was building a makeshift pyramid with 5 million chips.

"Mr. Cobblepot, would you like a glass of brandy?"

"Lead the way."

He stood up as he spoke, without even glancing at the chips behind him.

A hot girl suddenly shouted, "Your chips!"

Bruce Yu didn't even turn his head. "Those beautiful women who were just standing behind me, let's break up."

"Ahhh!"

The foreign women screamed, they were all soaked by Bruce Yu!

"Da da da".

The dim red corridor lights swallowed all footsteps. Bruce Yu, who was walking ahead, asked, "Why is it getting darker and darker?"

"Oh, sir, please forgive our oversight, the light bulbs here haven't been repaired."

"Oh, it's so magnificent and ornate on the outside, but you can't even bear to change the light bulbs, right?"

Just then, a bright light suddenly pierced through the darkness from behind Bruce Yu!

"Bite--"

The knife tip bent at a right angle at the back of Bruce's neck, and the blood from the clenched hand dripped onto the camel hair carpet!

"Are you going to tickle me?"

The person who stabbed him was dumbfounded! What kind of person goes out wearing iron underwear?

With a few punches, Bruce Yu arranged for the supervisor and several thugs to undergo bone separation surgery.

The Crystal chandelier reflected a cold light onto the silver cutlery. The Penguin poked at his medium-rare Wellington steak with the tip of his umbrella; blood soaked into the puff pastry, but the Penguin had little appetite.

He's eaten too much of this stuff; he's tired of it.

The Elliot Family's second-in-command was using a caviar spoon to gesture about the division of power in the dock area.

Suddenly, I was interrupted by the screeching sound of a rusted door hinge.

"Squeak~"

"Mr. Cobblepot, your 'surprise appetizer' has arrived."

The Penguin put down his knife and fork, and without him saying a word, several of his men pushed the door open on their own.

But when they pushed the door open, they found the corpse of the casino manager!

"My casino manager." The Penguin's monocle slid down to the tip of his nose. "Are you all still standing there?"

Just as the two security guards had drawn their pistols halfway, Bruce Yu slightly raised his eyelids and activated Genjutsu without any cost, causing the two security guards to fall unconscious to the ground.

Everyone here is an expert in the black market, and they all immediately drew their guns!

However, before the gun barrels could be raised, a terrifying pressure swept across the entire area!

Apart from the Penguin who was deliberately left behind, everyone else fell into a coma!

"What! What's going on?!" The Penguin stood up, bewildered and terrified, holding his umbrella.

Bruce Yu shrugged. "The King's Haki, maybe I'm too intimidating. Now, it's just you and me left. Could you take me to your little treasure vault? Consider this a request."

The Penguin understood perfectly, and quickly pushed aside his chair and headed for the back door, saying, "Just take it all, don't kill me."

Bruce Yu's leather heels slammed against the marble steps, the echo sending shivers down the Penguin's neck.

Five metal doors twisted into scrap metal behind him; the excuse of not having the keys became a tool for Bruce Yu to demonstrate his power under his fists.

Upon reaching the last door, the Penguin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This door is so thick that even Bullet can only make a small dent. To open it, you'd need a tank to push down the wall or a combination Gate of Opening.

However.

With a loud "bang!", the Penguin turned around in a daze!

The black fist pierced through the thick wall, making the vault's security seem particularly comical at that moment.

Bruce Yu didn't mince words and immediately crawled into the pit.

He casually kicked aside the scattered Picasso fakes and Sharingan his Sharingan.

He casually grabbed a gold bar, and the dull thud of his fingers sinking into the metal made the Penguin's apple bob. That strength was terrifying!

"Where's the green stone?"

"They're all on the auction list!" The Penguin pointed the tip of his silver umbrella towards the southeast corner. "That three-hundred-carat Colombian Emerald..."

The Golden Brick grazed Cobblepot's ear as it crashed into the bulletproof wall, the Havok sending three rows of antique gun racks flying.

Yu's pupils shrank to pinpoints. "Radioactive green stones, not these glittering junk!" His heel crushed the jade scattered on the ground. "Who gave you the audacity to try and fool me with uranium ore for that shipment at the docks?"

The Penguin's monocle cracked into a spiderweb pattern. "I swear to the Romans... it wasn't me!"

Yu grabbed the Penguin's purple tie, the sound of tearing silk was extremely unpleasant. "Your men used Kryptonite to lure me onto the Dark Web, and now you're telling me it's just temporary work?"

Suddenly, the sound of machinery whirring filled the treasure vault as twenty automatic machine guns emerged from behind the relief!

The Penguin had just raised the corners of his mouth when he saw Golden Light flash in the eyes of the guy in front of him!

The Penguin was momentarily dazed. When he awoke, he was dumbfounded to see that all the machine guns in the vault had been bent over, their barrels glowing red! It was terrifying!

Bruce Yu produced a sturdy backpack from who-knows-where and started tossing gold bars into it like bricks, without even looking up. He said to the Penguin, "This is the interest for not speaking to me properly."

The Penguin swallowed hard; he was truly at a loss now.

The broken Crystal chandelier swayed in the draft, and prism-like light spots swept across the Penguin's bluish cheekbones.

He was wiping the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth with a gold-threaded handkerchief when the gust of wind from his bat-cloak overturned the last intact champagne glass.

"Now they're even regulating charity galas?" The Penguin slammed the broken silver umbrella against the wall studded with Batarang. "This is a legitimate business—"

"Twenty-seven gun smuggling locations." Batman's voice sounded particularly chilling. "They were just shut down three minutes ago."

The Penguin's alligator-skin gloves crushed the gold-plated fork.

He glanced at the monitor in the corner—and there were indeed seven police armored vehicles surrounding his underground casino.

From this angle, you can clearly see the evidence bag that Commissioner Gordon is waving in his hand.

"Fuc*! fuc*! fuc*!"

The Penguin is furious! His money was stolen, his men were beaten, and now his business has been shut down!

"Tell me, what happened?" Batman stepped onto the table.

"That yellow-skinned madman," the Penguin suddenly ripped off his bandages, revealing a bleeding brow, "Stole half a ton of gold bars from me! Damn it, he ripped five alloy doors open with his bare hands! That's terrifying!"

Batman's equipment is scanning the five-centimeter-deep shoe print on the floor. Judging from the pattern, the intruder did indeed crush the wooden floor with just leg strength, which is far beyond the limits of what humans can do.

A black multi-functional glove suddenly caught a photograph. "Is this what he's looking for?"

"Who knows what kind of junk this is!" The Penguin kicked over a torn painting. "That bastard ransacked my jewelry vault, then swaggered off with the gold bars, cursing all the while! Like I owed him something!"

At this point, the Penguin suddenly looked up.

The curtains in front were being blown wildly by the wind, but there was no sign of Batman.

"Damn it! Damn it! They're all damned bastards!"

Metropolis Daily Planet Editorial Department

Morning light streamed diagonally into the office area through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Clark Kent's workstation was in the third row, by the window.

He arrived at work half an hour early today—his shirt, which had been wrinkled while intercepting a meteorite in the Himalayan Mountains last night, was now perfectly ironed, and the collar still smelled of freshly ground Brazilian coffee beans from the coffee machine.

"Clark!" The sound of Lois Lane's high heels, mingled with the smell of ink, pierced the air as a stack of documents slammed onto his keyboard. "Something's happened at Gotham Harbor. Seventeen bodies have been found in the port, and a huge box of jewels is missing."

She tapped the top crime scene photo with her finger; the burn marks on the victim's neck gleamed an eerie bluish-gray in the morning light. "The editor-in-chief said this case could make the headlines this week, but someone needs to go and smell the fishy odor of Gotham Bay. What do you think? Who should go for a murder like this?"

Clark's pen nib smeared a blot of ink on the interview notebook.

Just as he was about to shake his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of green light in the gap between the materials—the edge of a cropped photograph of evidence, half a prism-shaped ore, was glowing with a dark fluorescent green.

"Kryptonite Isotope Detection Report ..." He muttered the cut-off fragments of the document as his Adam's apple bobbed, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of his coffee cup.

When Lois noticed that his knuckles were white, Clark had already gotten up with the materials in his hand.

"Remember to bring a bulletproof vest if you go!" Lois shouted towards the elevator. "Gotham isn't safe, be careful!"

The elevator doors reflected Clark's taut jawline.

He gazed out the window on the 18th floor through his glasses, a surge of emotions welling up inside him.

Just as Superman stepped out of the building, Bruce Wayne received a phone call from a newspaper inside the Batcave.

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Clark has gone out. I asked his girlfriend, and she said he went to Gotham!"

Even without the bat mask, Bruce Wayne made a similar sound. "The surveillance fees will be deposited into your account as scheduled," he said, before hanging up.

He put his phone aside and looked at the screen. Several days ago, he had tested Bruce Yu's combat skills against several supervillains, and he already had a result in mind.

Bruce Wayne couldn't possibly survive against Superman!

Batman stared at a box that could completely shield against radiation, silently contemplating his next plan to eliminate Superman.