"You lackey of the Jashin! Do you think you can subdue me like this?"
Bane struggled for a while, and then found himself being forcefully forced from a sitting position into a kneeling position.
This middle-aged man, who looked somewhat thin, had arms that seemed to possess boundless strength; he simply couldn't break free.
This reminded him of his own time when he was weak and vulnerable, a time when he too was subjected to such humiliation.
"Mr. Bane, if you still haven't learned to use honorifics and respect my God, I wouldn't mind twisting your arms into a pretzel."
Jones exerted a little force, Bane's thick arm twisted several dozen degrees, the tough bones creaking as if they were about to dislocate.
As a devoted follower of Xu Xiao, after experiencing the power bestowed upon him by Xu Xiao, Jones now places the latter's existence above all else.
If it weren't for the oracle stating that Bane was chosen by Xu Xiao, Bane, given his disdain for the God, would have killed him long ago.
You can't fight city hall. The sound of bones shifting in his arm and the excruciating pain made Bane break out in a sweat.
In the end, even Bane, who had grown up in prison, chose to avoid a confrontation and spoke in a gruff voice:
"I admit my offense against the God just now, I apologize!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the immense force on his arms vanished, and a smile appeared on Jones's face.
"That's right, we must maintain respect for our gods!"
As he spoke, Jones very helpfully snapped Bane's dislocated arm back into place, then sat back down on the sofa as if nothing had happened.
" Madman! These people who believe in Jashin are all Madman! Laozi shouldn't have come!"
' The Jashin these guys worship is indeed something special; that power is simply beyond the reach of ordinary people!'
Having suffered such a great loss for the first time, Bane, who always preferred to solve problems with violence, encountered someone even more violent than himself, and there was no way to resolve the situation.
He thought that only people in certain places were so fanatical about faith, but he never expected that there would be such people in Gotham.
Moreover, it seems the Jashin worshipped by the other party has taken a liking to him, which makes Bane somewhat uncomfortable.
'But even Jashin could never make me submit. I'll see what you're up to!'
'If you do anything to me, I'll fight you to the death and make sure you get away with it!'
Having made up his mind, Bane looked at Jones without saying a word, while the medicine bottle on his back continuously pumped out medicine to repair the damage to his arm.
"How are you feeling? Judging from your expression, this must be the first time you've been treated this violently. Should I call a doctor for you?"
"Need not!"
Bane replied coldly, but still spoke with a hint of curiosity:
"Is this the power bestowed by the God you worship? What conditions are required, a blood sacrifice? Or some other ritual?"
Bane traveled extensively and encountered many cults, whose members often performed inhumane blood sacrifices or other evil rituals to appease the God they served.
"I thought you weren't interested. Of course, not the rude stuff, but this."
Jones, no longer keeping them in suspense, pulled a bottle of pale purple injection solution from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"This is a gift from our God. Just one injection will transform you, granting you superhuman strength."
The pale purple injection is Aberrant Serum of a higher level than the Symbiote, and it is also a super drug that can be stably manufactured at present.
Although a Virus Core is needed to complete the set, that's not something that's suitable to be shown.
"A single vial of medicine can have such a powerful effect? Are you sure?"
Bane himself was a super genius. He had undergone the military's super soldier experiment, which allowed him to regain his freedom.
After his release from prison, he replicated and perfected the drug that had worked on him, turning it into his most prized creation, ' Venom,' the liquid contained in the vial on his back.
Although it requires constant injections, ' Venom ' grants him Superman strength. While the amount isn't huge, it's still a very successful biochemical agent.
As an expert in biochemical agents, Bane looked at the vial of medicine that was supposedly a gift from God and couldn't help but ask a question.
"Why not? With just one vial of this potion, you can become a being far more powerful than me, even surpassing the very definition of the human species. After all, you are more favored by our god than I am."
Jones looked at Bane with a hint of envy as he spoke.
If it weren't for the fact that the same type of enhanced individual cannot take the same series of drugs repeatedly, he would have already been tempted to do something wicked; all he felt was envy for Bane.
"Don't try to fool me. I'm an expert in this field. There's no such potion as yours in this world; it's unscientific."
After saying this, Bane fell silent again, as if the God themselves were not scientific beings.
"Do not question my god, Bane; it is your honor to be favored by the God."
As Jones spoke, he pushed the potion on the table toward Bane.
"This potion requires a special item to unleash its full power. Since you're an expert in this area, you could take it and study it."
"However, let me make this clear first: this is a gift from my God to you, and there is only one. If you waste it, you will only regret it."
Bane glanced at the potion on the table, his eyes flickering, but he eventually reached out and picked it up.
"Are you sure I can take it with me?"
"Of course, my god only instructed me to give it to you. As for whether to take it away or what to do with it, that's your choice."
"Once you accept the potion, you will know why my god needs you, and then I will give you the other half of the power."
After Jones finished speaking, he walked to the side, opened the door, and gestured for them to enter.
"You're always welcome to come back to me; perhaps we'll become new friends."
Bane clutched the potion, his eyes filled with uncertain emotions, before finally tucking it into his pocket for safekeeping and striding away.
As they brushed past each other, Bane spoke coldly:
"I will try it. If it works, I wouldn't mind having another God to believe in."
"Believe me, you will."
After getting into the Hummer he had brought with him, Bane whispered "Fall back" into his earpiece before driving away from the estate.
Jones watched the other vehicle disappear, then smiled, turned back into the house, and knelt before the statue.
"My God, everything went according to your instructions. The potion has been given to him, and this fellow should soon be under your command."