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Qin Yang's voice was full of encouragement, like a warm spring breeze blowing into Bruce's heart.

Alfred also smiled and said, “Master Bruce, your perseverance and determination have always been your most valuable assets.

I believe that through boxing training you will become stronger and more confident.

Moreover, this will be of great help to your future involvement in Gotham affairs.”

Alfred's voice was gentle and full of wisdom, like an elder giving valuable advice to a younger generation.

At this time, the atmosphere in the reception room became more lively.

We began to discuss in detail various details about boxing training, from the selection of training venue to the arrangement of training time, leaving no detail untouched.

Qin Yang said: "I think we can arrange the training venue in the basement of Wayne Manor.

The space there is large enough and relatively quiet without being disturbed by the outside world.”

There was a thoughtful and decisive look in his eyes, as if he was making an important decision.

Alfred nodded in agreement and said, "This is a very good choice, Mr. Qin Yang.

The environment in the basement is relatively closed, which is conducive to concentrating on training.

Moreover, we can make some simple modifications to the basement and add some facilities needed for boxing training, such as sandbags, boxing rings, etc. ”

Alfred's voice was steady and methodical, as if he was planning a grand project.

Bruce listened to them and said excitedly, "That sounds great! I'm already picturing myself training in a boxing ring in the basement."

His eyes were full of anticipation, like a child looking forward to his favorite toy.

Qin Yang smiled and said, “But, Bruce, you have to know that boxing training is very hard.

You need to have enough perseverance and patience.

Also, during training, you may get injured, which is inevitable.

But every injury is an opportunity to grow.”

There was a serious warning in his voice, as if reminding Bruce to be fully prepared mentally.

Bruce said firmly: "I know, Qin Yang.

I'm ready.

I am not afraid of hardship or injury.

I believe that through boxing training, I will become stronger.”

There was a fearless courage in Bruce's eyes, like a warrior moving forward courageously.

Alfred said with relief: "Master Bruce, I am very proud of your courage.

I believe that your parents in heaven will be happy for you.”

Alfred's voice was full of emotion, both his admiration for Bruce and his deep affection for the Wayne family.

Bruce finally made up his mind. There seemed to be two small flames dancing in his deep eyes. These flames were the determined light flashing in his eyes.

His gaze slowly moved from Qin Yang to Alfred, and every movement of his eyes seemed to be telling of the newly strengthened belief in his heart.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, like two firm hills, showing his unquestionable determination at the moment.

His tightly pursed lips were trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing the little bit of hesitation that remained in his heart, but more importantly, he was eager to try the challenge that was about to begin.

Bruce said resolutely: "Okay! I'm willing to try boxing.

I will use it to challenge myself and overcome my inner fears.”

The voice was low and powerful, like the sound of an ancient bell. Every word echoed in the space with a determination to burn the boats.

As he spoke, his chest rose and fell slightly, as if to give power to his words.

Qin Yang and Alfred smiled at each other, and there were too many emotions in that smile.

The corners of Qin Yang's mouth rose slightly, and that smile was like the first ray of sunshine shining through the gaps in the leaves in the morning, warm and full of hope.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, and there were faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, which were the traces of the many stories he had experienced. At this moment, these crow's feet were filled with relief for Bruce.

Alfred's smile was more reserved, his lips slightly pursed, revealing only a faint arc at the corner of his mouth, like an old gentleman admiring a piece of art that he had carefully cultivated and finally blossomed.

They knew Bruce had found his own path.

Qin Yang encouraged, “Bruce, I’m proud of you.

Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, never give up.

You have endless possibilities and potential.”

The voice is soft but powerful, and every word is like a seed full of energy, sown in Bruce's heart.

His eyes were full of sincerity, which was an unreserved trust and encouragement.

He placed his hand lightly on Bruce's shoulder, and applied a little force to his fingers, as if he wanted to transfer his strength to Bruce.

Alfred said with relief: “Master Bruce, I will arrange everything for you.

I hope you can find your true self in boxing."

The voice had a calmness and elegance that was unique to a butler, like the long-lasting sound of a bell in an ancient castle.

He bowed slightly, his movements graceful and respectful, a small gesture that showed his respect for Bruce and his wholehearted support.

There was a subtle expectation in his eyes, just like an old gardener expecting the seedlings he had carefully cared for to grow into towering trees.

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The basement of Wayne Manor was converted into a spacious and bright training room.

The ceiling of the basement is very high, supported by solid steel beams, which are carefully wrapped with a layer of fire-proof insulation material, giving off a faint metallic luster under the light.

The walls are painted a soft off-white, which makes the entire space appear more spacious.

There are posters of various fighting skills hanging on the wall. These posters are carefully framed in wooden frames. The edges of the frames have exquisite carved patterns, as if telling ancient stories.

The characters on the wall chart are lifelike in their movements, and every muscle line is depicted very clearly. There are also detailed text explanations next to them, with neat and beautiful fonts.

There is a boxing ring in the center, and the four corners of the boxing ring are fixed with thick ropes made of tough linen material. Each rope is woven tightly and firmly, and there is a layer of anti-slip wax coating on the surface.

The surface of the boxing ring is made of thick rubber and wood. Walking on it will feel slightly elastic, as if injecting vitality into the boxer's footsteps.

The boxing ring is surrounded by a metal fence with small frosted particles on the railings to increase friction and prevent boxers from accidentally slipping during fierce confrontations.

Next to the boxing ring, there are various training equipment.

There are rows of dumbbells with a non-slip rubber coating on the surface. The scale numbers on them are clearly visible, showing different weights.

There are also various elastic ropes. These elastic ropes are brightly colored, including red, blue and yellow. The elastic coefficient of each elastic rope is different to meet the needs of different training intensities.

There is also a large sandbag next to it. The outer surface of the sandbag is made of wear-resistant leather with dense stitches on it. These stitches are like small snakes entwined on the sandbag.

The sandbag is filled with a mixture of fine sand and rags, and when the fist hits it, it makes a dull and powerful sound.

Qin Yang was doing boxing training with Bruce, while Alfred was giving careful guidance.

Qin Yang was wearing a loose sports vest with some light sweat stains on it, which were traces left by his previous training.

The collar of the vest was slightly deformed, showing that it had accompanied Qin Yang through many hard training times.

She wore a pair of black sports shorts with white decorative lines on the edges, making her legs look longer.

He was wearing a pair of professional boxing shoes on his feet. The laces of the shoes were tied tightly and there were many small breathable holes on the uppers, which could keep his feet dry during intense training.

Bruce was wearing a dark blue training suit made of a lightweight, breathable high-tech fiber that could quickly absorb sweat and dissipate it.

He wore a red boxing mask on his head, which covered his ears and most of his head tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

His eyes were full of concentration, staring closely at Qin Yang's every move.

On his hands he wore a pair of thick boxing gloves, which were black in color with white brand logos on them.

The palm of the glove has a layer of soft sponge, which can reduce the impact on the hand when the fist hits, while the outer layer of the glove is tough leather that can withstand strong impact.

Alfred was wearing a neat butler uniform, a white shirt with a black vest and trousers, and a pair of shiny leather shoes.

He stood aside, his eyes never leaving the two people who were training.

Qin Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead. When he raised his arms, the muscle lines on his arms were clearly visible. That was the result of his long-term training.

He gently wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and the moment the sweat was wiped away, the skin on his forehead turned slightly red.

He smiled at Bruce and said, "Bruce, you've improved so fast! That punch was so powerful that I almost couldn't resist it."

There was surprise and approval in his smile, and excitement in his eyes.

Bruce panted, but his eyes sparkled with excitement as he said, “Thank you for the compliment, Qin Yang.

This is all thanks to your company and Alfred's guidance."

His chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed like he was trying hard to absorb energy from the air.

His hair was soaked with sweat, with a few strands sticking to his forehead and cheeks, making him look a little disheveled, but also with a different kind of determination.

Alfred walked over with a smile, his gait graceful and steady, like a swan gliding on the lake.

He was holding two bottles of water in his hands. The bottles were made of transparent plastic, with small condensed water droplets on the bottles, sparkling with crystal light under the light.

He said, "You two have worked hard, drink some water and take a rest first.

Master Bruce, your progress is truly remarkable, not only in boxing, but more importantly, your mentality is also gradually changing."

Bruce took the water and gently held the bottle with his fingers, his finger joints turning slightly white from the force.

He glanced at Alfred gratefully, his eyes filled with genuine gratitude.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he simply said: “Alfred, thank you for your care and support all the time.

And Qin Yang, your company makes me feel unprecedented warmth and strength. "

Qin Yang patted Bruce on the shoulder and said, "We are friends, so we should support each other.

Besides, I am also very happy to see that you are facing life so positively now."

When he patted Bruce's shoulder, the force was just right, like a gentle breeze.

There was a sincere smile in his eyes, and that smile was like the warm sunshine that could melt ice and snow.

The three of them sat in a corner of the training room, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

They sat on a soft carpet, dark grey with simple geometric designs.

The pile of the carpet was so soft that when they sat down, it was like sitting on a cloud.

Alfred changed the subject and said, "Master Bruce, you seem to be particularly interested in Gotham's news and files recently?" His voice was still so steady, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Bruce nodded, his hair swaying slightly as he moved his head up and down.

There is curiosity and determination in his eyes, a desire to explore the unknown and a firm determination to change the status quo.

He said seriously, “Yes, Alfred.

I felt that as a member of the Wayne family, it was my responsibility to get to know this city and try to understand how it worked.

Only in this way can I do more for Gotham."

As he spoke, his hands unconsciously clenched, as if he was already working hard for the future of Gotham.

Qin Yang encouraged, “Bruce, your idea is amazing.

To understand a city is to understand its past, present and future.

I believe you will find your own way to change Gotham."

His eyes were full of trust, his hands were placed on his knees, and his body was slightly leaning forward, showing his attention and importance to Bruce's words.

Alfred nodded in agreement, moving his head gently in an elegant and slow motion.

There was a hint of relief in his eyes, like a wise man seeing his disciple walking on the right path.

His hands were crossed in front of him, with his fingers gently intertwined, showing his calmness and restraint.

Alfred suggested, “If you need, I can help you organize some relevant information and files.

At the same time, I can also introduce you to some people who have a deep understanding of Gotham and may be able to provide you with more help. "

Alfred stood straight, his posture like the oak tree in the manor that had stood the test of time but remained tall.

There was a sincere enthusiasm in his eyes, a loyalty and concern that showed he was willing to give everything for his master.

His hands were placed neatly in front of him, his fingers were long and well-defined, his nails were neatly trimmed, and they had a healthy light pink luster. His white shirt cuffs were buttoned neatly, without a single wrinkle, and he had an exquisite bow tie at his collar. The silk texture of the bow tie had a soft luster under the light, like a crescent moon in the quiet night.

Bruce looked at Alfred gratefully.

His eyes were full of sincere gratitude, like a traveler who suddenly saw the light after groping in the dark for a long time.

There seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes, which were the lights of emotion and trust.

His brows relaxed, no longer as often as before, as if all the sorrow was dispelled by Alfred's words at this moment.

He opened his lips slightly, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. His teeth were white and neat. In the moment when his lips were slightly opened, they looked like a row of soldiers waiting for inspection.

Bruce said gratefully, "Thank you, Alfred.

Your help means a lot to me.

I will read the materials carefully and try to establish contact with those people.”

His voice trembled slightly, a mixture of excitement and gratitude surging in his throat.

As he spoke, his body unconsciously leaned forward, as if he wanted to get closer to Alfred to express his deep gratitude.

She raised her hand slightly, as if she wanted to hold Alfred's hand, but felt that this was a bit too impulsive, so she slowly lowered it and tapped her thigh lightly with her fingers, as if she was beating a rhythm of gratitude.

In the following days, Bruce continued to train hard with Qin Yang's company, and also studied Gotham's news and files in depth with the help of Alfred.

Every morning, before the first ray of sunlight completely penetrated the heavy curtains of Wayne Manor, Bruce had already gotten up.

His bedroom was decorated simply yet elegantly. The huge bed had exquisitely carved bedposts and the bedspread was made of dark blue velvet, which was soft and warm to the touch.

There is a small bedside table on one side of the bed, on which is placed a bronze table lamp. The lampshade is made of off-white frosted glass, emitting a soft glow.

Bruce got up from the bed. He was wearing a set of white cotton pajamas with a faint dark pattern on it, which was a simplified pattern of the Wayne family logo.

He gently rubbed his sleepy eyes, still a little sleepy in his eyes, but when he thought of today's training and research tasks, his eyes immediately became determined.

Bruce came to the training room where Qin Yang was already warming up.

Qin Yang was wearing a black sports suit with the zipper only zipped up to his chest, revealing the white vest underneath.

There was a towel hanging around his neck. The towel was a little damp, which was the trace left by him wiping the sweat when he was warming up earlier.

Qin Yang saw Bruce come in and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. His smile was as bright as the morning sunshine.

"Morning, Bruce."

His voice was full of energy, echoing in the empty training room.

Bruce smiled back and quickly changed into his training gear.

When training, every move Bruce made was filled with power and determination.

The speed of punching was getting faster and faster, and each punch was accompanied by a whistling sound.

His eyes were focused and blazing as he stared at the imaginary enemy in front of him, as if that was the embodiment of Gotham's dark forces.

Sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the floor of the training room.

Qin Yang accompanied him in training seriously, pointing out some problems in Bruce's movements from time to time.

"Bruce, you can adjust the angle of your punch so that the force will be more concentrated."

Qin Yang said this while personally demonstrating the correct movements.

The muscles in his arms bulged as he moved, the lines smooth and powerful, like a carefully crafted work of art.

……

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While studying the news and files of Gotham, Bruce sat in the spacious study of Wayne Manor.

The walls of the study are dark wooden in color, exuding a faint woody scent.

There are old oil paintings hanging on the walls, and the scenery in the paintings is either the ancient streets of Gotham or portraits of ancestors of the Wayne family.

There is a huge bookshelf in the study, which is filled with all kinds of books, from classical literature to modern science, from historical biographies to local documents of Gotham.

Bruce sat in front of a large desk made of thick mahogany. The table top was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the light of the desk lamp.

The desk was littered with news clippings and files that Alfred had sorted out for him.

The news clippings were neatly bound together, the edges sewn with fine thread, and each page was marked with the date and keywords of important events.

The file is made of thick kraft paper and tied with a red string. When you open the file, you can see detailed written records and some black-and-white photos. The photos record the scenes of Gotham in different periods, including bustling streets and crime scenes in dark corners.

Bruce read the information carefully, his eyes moving quickly between the lines.

Sometimes he frowned, as if he had seen some dark and heartbreaking events; sometimes he had a pensive expression, as if he was thinking about how to find clues to solve the problem from these events.

His fingers gently flipped the papers, making a slight rustling sound that was particularly clear in the quiet study.

He gradually discovered that although this city was full of darkness and evil, there were also countless people who silently contributed and worked hard to change the status quo.

In those news reports, there are doctors providing free medical treatment to the poor in simple clinics, their eyes full of care and determination; there are teachers sticking to their posts in dilapidated schools, patiently teaching children in difficult situations, their faces filled with smiles of hope; and there are policemen fighting criminals on dangerous streets, they are brave and fearless, and never flinch even if they are injured.

During a training break, Bruce said to Qin Yang and Alfred with emotion: "I began to understand that Gotham is not a city that cannot be saved.

As long as we are willing to work hard, we can find a way to change it.”

His voice was full of emotion, like a traveler lost in the desert who finally saw the direction of an oasis.

There was a new hope in his eyes, a beautiful vision for the future of Gotham.

His body was a little breathless from the training he had just done, but his spirit was extremely high.

He stood in a corner of the boxing ring with a bright light behind him, which cast his figure on the ground, forming a firm silhouette.

Qin Yang and Alfred smiled at each other, they knew that Bruce had found his direction.

Qin Yang's smile was bright and sincere, and his eyes sparkled with admiration and trust for Bruce.

His cheeks were slightly red from training, like a ripe apple.

His hair was a little messy, but it didn't affect his energetic image at all.

Alfred's smile was more restrained, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and there was a kind of relieved tenderness in his eyes.

He stood there, his posture still upright, like a wise man witnessing a great moment.

Qin Yang encouraged, “Bruce, I deeply admire your determination and courage.

I believe that under your leadership, Gotham will usher in a brighter future."

The voice was full of power, and every word was like a seed of hope, sown in Bruce's heart.

Qin Yang stared at Bruce without a trace of hesitation or doubt in his eyes.

His hands clenched unconsciously, as if transferring his strength to Bruce.

Alfred said with relief: “Master Bruce, you have grown into a responsible and visionary young man.

The Wayne family and all of Gotham will be proud of you."

The voice was low and solemn, like the sound of an ancient bell echoing in the manor.

He bowed slightly, an elegant and respectful gesture that showed his respect for Bruce.

His eyes were filled with pride, the joy of watching the seedlings he had carefully nurtured grow into towering trees...

-

In a late-night conversation, Bruce said to Qin Yang and Alfred: "Thank you for your company and support.

Without you, I might still be wandering in the darkness.

But now that I have found my path, I am ready to fight for Gotham's future."

The sound echoed softly in the room late at night, carrying a deep emotion.

There was only a dim desk lamp on in the room, the light swaying in the darkness, as if telling of Bruce's inner fluctuations.

He sat on a soft sofa made of dark brown leather that felt smooth and cool to the touch.

Bruce leaned forward slightly, his hands on his knees, his eyes filled with genuine gratitude.

Qin Yang and Alfred held Bruce's hands tightly. They knew that the young heir was ready to face the challenges of the future.

Qin Yang's hands were warm and powerful. He held Bruce's hands tightly, as if he wanted to transfer all his strength to Bruce.

Qin Yang said firmly: “Bruce, we are with you.

No matter how many difficulties and obstacles we face, we will face them together."

The voice was unequivocal, like the sound of a huge bell in the silent night.

There is a blazing fire in his eyes, a kind of loyalty that will never leave you.

His body was trembling slightly as excitement surged through his body.

Alfred said solemnly: “The Wayne family will always support your decisions and actions.

Master Bruce, please lead us to a brighter future."

His voice was as solemn and serious as the oath in an ancient castle.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes full of respect.

He stood straight, like a loyal knight swearing an oath to his lord.

In the study of Wayne Manor, the night was deep and as thick as ink.

Outside the window, the bright moon is like a silent watchman, quietly sprinkling the cold moonlight into the room, as if covering the room with a layer of silver gauze that is as thin as a cicada's wing but exudes a mysterious atmosphere.

The moonlight shines through the window frames with exquisite carvings, forming mottled shadows on the ground. The shapes of the light and shadows look like ancient and mysterious runes, hinting at the secrets that are about to be revealed.

In the study, the huge bookshelves are like rows of silent giants, filled with all kinds of books. The gold-stamped words on the spines of the books occasionally flicker faintly in the moonlight, like elves hidden in the darkness peeking quietly.

In the corner of the room, there are several ancient statues, whose faces are looming in the shadows, as if they are also holding their breath for the truth that is about to be revealed.

Bruce sat in front of the desk, which was made of thick mahogany. The texture of the table top was like a river of time, winding and twisting, and each line seemed to tell the past of the Wayne family.

There are exquisite carvings on the edge of the desk, engraved with the Wayne family crest and some ancient patterns symbolizing wisdom and power.

Bruce's hands were tightly clasped around an old file on the Wayne family case; his fingers were slightly white from the force and his joints were protruding, as if he was trying to grasp the family history that might be rewritten.

His brows were furrowed like two tangled hills, and a deep ravine formed between his eyebrows, which seemed to hide countless doubts and pains.

His eyes were fixed on the file, with a complex expression of emotions, including memories of past pains, as well as fear and anticipation for the unknown truth that was about to come.

Officer Gordon stood aside, his figure looking somewhat lonely and resolute in the moonlight.

He was wearing his iconic police uniform. The color of the uniform looked slightly dim in the moonlight, but you could still see the neat lines and meticulous tailoring.

The police badge gleams with a cool metallic luster in the moonlight, as if reminding people of their duties and mission.

The lines of his face are strong, as if carefully carved by a sculptor, his eyebrows are thick and slightly curved, his eyes are deep and sincere, and there is a kind of persistence and determination in his eyes, which is the unremitting pursuit of the truth.

His lips were tightly pursed, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and his expression was solemn and sincere, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Gordon said in a low and sincere voice: "Bruce, I know you are feeling very complicated right now.

But there are some things I must confess to you."

The voice echoed in the silent study, like the sound of an ancient bell, low and solemn. Every word was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in the air.

Bruce raised his head slowly, his movements a little sluggishly, as if he was a little tired from the heavy weight of the truth.

His eyes met Gordon's, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier in his eyes, showing both doubt and vigilance.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was examining the deeper meaning behind Gordon's words, and as if he was trying to resist the truth that might bring greater pain.

Bruce said calmly and restrainedly: "Officer Gordon, please go ahead."

Although the voice was steady, it had a barely perceptible tremor, like an undercurrent surging beneath the calm sea surface.

Gordon took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, as if he was gathering strength for the heavy words he was about to say.

The nostrils are slightly open, and the sound of air flowing in the nasal cavity can be clearly heard in the silence.

He seemed to be organizing his thoughts, and his expression was like a soldier who was about to embark on a dangerous journey, silently planning the route in his mind.

Gordon said slowly: “I have always had doubts about the Wayne family’s case.

Recently, we reviewed all the evidence and found some new clues. (End of this chapter)