Devour the Doomsday.
Chen Mo stood there, feeling the energy gradually subsiding within him and the new abilities he had acquired, and nodded with great satisfaction.
"Belch."
He let out a loud burp without any regard for his image, and then wiped his mouth with his hand.
The Doomsday steak was indeed delicious, with firm and chewy meat. However, there were too many bones, which were a bit tough on the teeth. Overall, I would give it an 8 out of 10. It was arguably the best main dish I've had since coming to DC.
Having dealt with Doomsday, Chen Mo cracked his neck and rapidly deployed his sensory network in all directions.
He quickly located Lex Luthor.
The bald man was fleeing desperately out of Night City like a frightened mouse.
"Now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time to do some light exercise to help digest."
Chen Mo chuckled softly, his figure blurred, and he tore through space.
Above Night City, a heavily armored stealth fighter jet sped through the clouds.
Inside the cabin, Lex Luthor stared intently at the pilot with a dark expression.
"Idiot! Increase altitude immediately! Turn the engine to maximum power!"
"But, sir, we're already at our maximum cruising altitude. Pulling up any further might cause the aircraft to lose pressure," the pilot reported, sweating profusely.
"I'll push the price up if I tell you to! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"
Luthor roared impatiently, "Once we leave Night City and reach the backup base in Metropolis, everything will be under my control."
He leaned back in the leather seat, straightened his clothes, and gave a cold snort.
"Hmph, that Asia is probably dead by now. Once I arrive at the Metropolis Base, I'll regroup, and this city, and indeed the entire world, will still be under my control."
"Really? You're quite adept at making empty promises. Will Metropolis ever pay salaries on time?"
A mocking male voice suddenly rang out in the cabin.
The driver froze, gripping the control stick tightly with both hands, his eyes wide open, cold sweat dripping down his face.
Luthor turned his head sharply, his face showing a look of utter disbelief.
Beside him, in the previously empty passenger seat, Chen Mo was sitting with his legs crossed, looking at the interior of the fighter jet with great interest.
He was still holding the cigar he'd just bought a couple of days ago in his right hand!
"You..."
Luthor reacted extremely quickly; before he could even finish speaking, his right hand instantly reached for the hidden defense switch under the seat.
Pressing that switch will instantly eject his seat and detonate the fighter jet, buying him time.
But Chen Mo was already fed up with him, so nothing he did would be of any use.
"Alright, bald guy, stop struggling. It's annoying to watch you struggle."
Chen Mo frowned in disgust and casually slapped him.
Pfft!
One of Earth's giants, Lex Luthor, Superman's go-to villain, turned into a pile of mangled flesh without any resistance.
Blood mixed with mechanical parts was splattered all over the ground.
Chen Mo withdrew his hand, not even glancing at the pieces of flesh on the ground.
"It's only because Superman is an older child soldier, otherwise how could you have become a villain alongside Superman?"
He stood up, his figure blurred again, and he instantly disappeared into the cabin.
Only the driver, who was nearly scared to death, was left, staring blankly at the wreckage that belonged to his boss scattered all over the ground.
Inside the core secure room on the top floor of the Nite Owl Tower.
Thomas Wayne stood in front of the giant tactical screen, the image frozen on the screen being the moment when Chen Mo used his tentacles to completely devour Doomsday's head.
His mask lay on the table, revealing a slightly tired yet still cold face.
The escape route was open, but he didn't leave immediately.
Because he knew he couldn't escape.
Swish.
The air distorted slightly, and Chen Mo's figure landed directly in the center of the safe house.
Nite Owl's gaze instantly fell on Chen Mo.
0.1 second.
In just a fraction of a second, Nite Owl completed countless scenario simulations in his mind.
Success rate of escape: zero.
Success rate of counterattack: zero.
Success rate of negotiation: unknown.
Without any hesitation, Nite Owl decisively removed his hands from the terminal, turned around, faced Chen Mo, and slowly raised his hands.
This is a surrender gesture that even the France would say is absolutely standard and flawless.
"I surrender." The Nite Owl's voice was calm and even.
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down.
Nite Owl is a shrewd man who knows when to yield.
"If you know you can't win, raise your hand immediately. You're better than that bald guy; at least I don't have to get my hands dirty."
Chen Mo strode up to Nite Owl and unceremoniously grabbed his crown.
The Nite Owl did not resist, but simply watched him calmly.
"Since we've admitted defeat, let's make the most of our remaining value."
Dozens of black and red tentacles surged from Chen Mo's palm, instantly piercing the Nite Owl's head and enveloping his entire body in Blacklight.
The sound of bones cracking was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
In just a few seconds, Nite Owl completely transformed into a pool of dark red liquid and merged into Chen Mo's body.
The massive memory database was rapidly analyzed by the Blacklight Virus.
Chen Mo closed his eyes and quickly scanned the information in Nite Owl's mind.
He was searching for clues about the mastermind behind everything, the Batman Who Laughs.
A moment later, he opened his eyes with some disappointment.
No.
Aside from the messy infighting among the tycoons, there was no substantial information in Nite Owl's memory about the mysterious crystal or the interdimensional black hand.
"What a piece of trash."
Chen Mo pursed his lips, turned around and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the safe house, looking down at Night City, which was still shrouded in acid rain.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
At least the world's two biggest problems have become history.
All Foods Processing Plant with an underground warehouse.
The Joker sat on a pile of scrap metal, idly fiddling with a pistol in his hand.
V stood a short distance away, vigilantly watching the surrounding movements, his finger tightly gripping the trigger.
Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the air, and Chen Mo's figure materialized out of thin air in front of the two of them.
The Joker immediately dropped his pistol and jumped down from the pile of scrap metal.
"Mr. Chen, how is the situation?"
"Nailed it."
Chen Mo casually brushed the dust off his hands, his tone as indifferent as if he had just gone out to buy groceries.
" Luthor is dead, Nite Owl is dead, and I also cleaned out their lair while I was at it."
The Joker froze, his eyes widening instantly.
He knew Chen Mo was very strong, but he didn't expect his efficiency to be so outrageous.
How long has it been? Only half an hour. And those two mountains weighing down on Night City have been so easily leveled?
The Joker couldn't help but smile, and he burst into loud laughter that echoed through the empty warehouse.
"That's wonderful! Hahaha, Mr. Chen, you're simply a god!"
Chen Mo looked at the Joker's excited face and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
I've paved the way for you.
Chen Mo patted the Joker on the shoulder and said calmly, "You'll have to clean up this mess."