Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 165: Thrown into the Sea and Sent to Heaven
Batman brought the obviously clown-like Black Mask to the Batcave and temporarily imprisoned him.

Of course, Black Mask was unconscious throughout the entire process and didn't let him know where he was being taken.

Du Mu did not follow him back directly.

Batman is going to start studying what's wrong with Black Mask. Du Mu is very supportive of this. After all, the sooner a Joker vaccine can be developed, the better.

The Joker virus is not unsolvable. At least in the game, Batman successfully solved the Joker virus's impact on himself. Although part of it was done with the Scarecrow's fear gas, Batman has this thing now anyway.

Du Mu started walking around the Black Mask's territory...

The main thing is to use his senses to gather information and see if he can help Batman find Jason's location directly.

I was just above Gotham, but now I have come to the alleys of the East District. Suddenly, I feel that the light has become sticky.

This is magical, because what is glowing in the night is clearly Gotham City itself, but it has a way of making the light only shine outward, without a trace of prosperous atmosphere seeping in.

In the alleys of the East District, the street lights had long been broken, and pedestrians relied almost entirely on the neon signs of nightclubs and bars for lighting. The originally bright colors, after being mixed, looked dirty when shining on people.

Du Mu came to gather information, so he changed into modern clothes, which was unusual for him, and did not parade around in his ancient robe.

The East District was a bit quiet tonight, and passers-by in Gotham were not used to talking while walking. It was obviously a public place and there were enough pedestrians, but there was an eerie silence.

But those are just streets, seemingly quiet streets, but behind every wall there is a complicated story and quarrel.

Almost always as long as there are more than two people, there will be a quarrel. If someone is alone, they are either getting injections or drinking.

It seems that in just one year, even Batman can hardly change the nature of this city.

But at least the public security is much better now. At least Du Mu, as a stranger, was walking for such a long time without encountering any robbery.

Du Mu seemed to be walking casually on the street, but he took in every situation on every street he passed by.

At this time, Du Mu suddenly felt that he was very different from his previous life.

Although I have been able to fly in the clouds for a long time, it was an experience I had never had in my previous life, so the contrast was not obvious.

But he also often took walks in his previous life. At that time, Du Mu liked to observe passers-by, the furnishings in the houses on the street, and imagine their lives and experiences.

Now I don’t need to imagine anymore. I can learn about the lives of ordinary people just by listening carefully.

As he listened, Du Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.

The newspapers will not report what Batman has achieved in the past year or so. We can only know about it from the few words revealed by those who are truly deep in the quagmire.

For example, there are many drug addicts and pimps who complain and curse Batman.

Batman's actions also have priorities. Drug trafficking and human trafficking are his main targets, and they do have a huge impact on the lives of these people.

The second is loan sharking, forced buying and selling, etc. In fact, these are things that only organized gangs can do, so the targets are basically the same group of people.

There is almost no overt criminal activity in the East District now... but it's only overt.

As long as he avoids the cameras and makes sure no one calls the police, Batman is not Superman, and without a source of information, he still won't know where the crime is happening.

But Du Mu still nodded and recognized Batman's achievements. He was not a perfectionist. As long as criminals knew to be afraid when committing crimes, the crime rate would actually be reduced invisibly.

Just then, Du Mu raised his head, looked at the roof of a building, smiled and nodded.

Immediately, the lookout on the rooftop shrank back into the house.

He pressed the boss's intercom in doubt and said, "Boss, I saw the Oriental man who appeared at Wayne's adoption party in the East District. What should I do?"

The person on the other end of the phone looked a little surprised, obviously a little surprised by the news.

"That Oriental guy? He showed up after such a long time. Never mind. Things in the Wayne family are very weird lately. Just pretend you didn't see anything."

The lookout was about to nod his head when a hand reached out from behind and took the phone away.

The lookout stood frozen in place, not daring to move.

Du Mu looked at the intercom in his hand and asked curiously, "Is there something strange about the Wayne family recently? What's the strange thing?"

The person on the other end of the intercom noticed something was wrong, cursed under his breath, and hung up the intercom instantly.

Only the lookout was left looking at Du Mu in fear.

Du Mu glanced at the other person casually and saw that there was no blood on his hands. He was obviously just a small fry in the gang, so he ignored him.

He felt the direction from which the signal on the radio came and looked towards the north of Dongcheng District.

When Du Mu focuses his attention in one direction, his senses can extend exponentially.

With the help of magic power, Du Mu was immediately transferred to a store several streets away.

Iceberg Club?
Although Du Mu had not seen the sign in person, he could confirm the letters on the sign through the electric current flowing through it.

The so-called boss on the other end of the radio should undoubtedly be the Penguin.

Du Mu's figure disappeared directly in the house, and the lookout breathed a sigh of relief.

But he still looked at the place where Du Mu disappeared in doubt, then leaned out of the window to look at the other party's position when he and Du Mu made eye contact before.

The distance was nearly a hundred meters, could he teleport? How did he suddenly appear behind him?

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Although the Iceberg Club is a nightclub, it is divided into two floors. The first floor is open to ordinary customers, selling alcohol and dancing.

The other floor is only for VIP customers. The service is secondary, but it is not bad. The Penguin people with the capital style of the 80s decorated it magnificently. But the most important thing is the privacy of VIP customers, so that they can rest assured to use this place as a place to discuss business.

In other words, the underground VIP floor was built like a fortress to ensure the privacy of all customers. In the deepest part of the VIP floor, in a room separated by a literal iceberg, the Penguin Cobblepot paced back and forth in the luxurious room.

Cobblepot is a short fat man, in order to cover this, he likes to wear a tall hat. But in private, this hat is indeed not so comfortable, after all, it is too heavy, so he will put it down, revealing his bald forehead.

After a while, he seemed to be tired from walking, and sat back in the large boss chair, touching his head and smoking in a distracted manner.

"Damn Batman, damn Joker, a bunch of circus lunatics, can't they just do business honestly? They have to make Gotham a mess."

Cobblepot sighed. His business has plummeted since Batman appeared.

That big bat was like a monster. No matter how many people, how many guns, or how careful the plan was, they were no match for him. They would be killed before a single hair of his opponent could be left alive.

That bastard is like a cheater at the gambling table. As long as he is involved in the game, he is 100% sure to win. He also likes to force himself into other people's games. It is impossible for him to do business alone without them.

Cobblepot still misses the past very much. Any of these gang bosses could do whatever they wanted in Gotham, and even if they broke into the police station, the police wouldn't dare to say a word.

What about now? The prison is almost overcrowded, and the police are becoming more and more arrogant, not taking the bosses seriously at all.

"You mean the Joker? Even Batman doesn't know where he went after escaping prison, but you obviously know what he's been doing recently?"

Du Mu's voice came from behind Cobert.

Cobert shuddered all over and recognized that this was the voice that came from the intercom before. He jumped up from his boss chair in horror.

He grabbed the umbrella beside him, turned around and pointed it at Du Mu, and said in horror: "How did you find this place? Why didn't my surveillance cameras send out any alarms? They should have no blind spots!"

Du Mu looked at the wall of surveillance screens at the back. There was indeed no blind spot. He was indeed a criminal genius. With such an ability to plan surveillance, he should be able to get a good salary even if he applied for a job in a bank.

Du Mu felt the emotions coming from Cobert and raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you really know? Can you tell me the details, Mr. Cobert?"

Cobert really wanted to twist the mechanism on the umbrella to shoot, but he was also really afraid of how the other party got from the lookout to the deepest part of the Iceberg Club, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Hearing Du Mu's question, Cobblepot smiled awkwardly and changed the subject: "Excuse me, but why do you want to find out about the Joker? From what I know, you seem to be Bruce Wayne's teacher or something. How can such a small person catch your eye?"

Du Mu looked at Cobblepot and smiled, "Mr. Cobblepot, I'm surprised that you have never been imprisoned by Batman."

In most of the works Du Mu has read, the Penguin's criminal behavior is nothing special. He has not restrained himself after Batman debuted. How come in this world, he is so good at changing with the times?

Just now, Du Mu briefly inquired about the current situation of the Iceberg Club and found that shortly after Batman debuted, the other party immediately restrained its business.

Of course, it may also be that this Batman matures faster and does not waste his energy on super criminals. As long as a super criminal escapes from prison, he will immediately break his spine and paralyze him, so that he can have more time to deal with gangsters who are more widespread.

As for characters like Falcone and Maroni, Du Mu didn’t know why the Batman in other worlds would allow them to be the boss safely.

Anyway, his eldest disciple sent these gangster stars to prison almost in the first year. I heard that they were released on bail this year, but just after they returned to their old ways, they were beaten by Batman with the same attitude as he would a super criminal, breaking their spines and becoming paralyzed.

What a spine destroyer.

It was probably this kind of vigorous and resolute attitude that frightened Cobblepot. So that he really walked on the edge of the law, but did not dare to cross the line... He still did some money laundering, selling fake antiques, and smuggling rare animals, but these were a low priority for Batman.

"Your opportunism... or your self-preservation, shows that you are a smart person, so please don't beat around the bush with me."

"Since you know about the clown, I advise you to tell me the truth."

Du Mu asked as he slowly stopped smiling.

He looked at Cobblepot without using any special abilities.

But just the direct gaze on a spiritual level was enough to shake Cobert's mind.

He felt as if he was looking directly at the sun in the daytime, the dazzling sunlight burning his retina, leaving a mark that was difficult to erase even if he closed his eyes. Du Mu's question kept echoing in his mind, as if it was the most important issue in life and he had to answer it.

Cobert was shocked to realize that the other person was just as he had just complimented him, and was not a person who belonged to his world at all.

It's like a toad can't use the rules of the sewer to compete with the scorching sun in the sky.

Maybe Batman would still follow some rules, but the man in front of him was so dazzling that he seemed to want to dig open his soul and illuminate all the secrets inside.

Cobert swallowed his saliva, and the umbrella in his hand fell weakly to the ground, and could only be used as a crutch to support his body.

It was the first time that he felt the so-called "pressure" from a person so clearly.

Damn it, shouldn't this illusory 'aura' come from a person's identity and body shape?
The man in front of him looked like an ordinary person, but Cobert always felt that even if the President of the United States stood in front of him, he would not be as embarrassed and terrified as he was facing this man.

This is the direct crushing of mental strength. When Du Mu looks at a person seriously, the collision between mental forces is no less than driving a dump truck directly into the other person's body.

Without any special training, it would be impossible to withstand this kind of mental shock.

Cobblepot said with difficulty: "I...I have seen the Joker. He once came to my Iceberg Club and rented a private room to meet with Black Mask."

"As soon as he entered the door, he used a small flower on his chest to spray a ball of green poison gas directly at Black Mask, and then Black Mask began to laugh wildly."

"After that, they communicated with each other using weird laughter and inexplicable jokes. I couldn't understand them at all. But they acted separately as if they had discussed something beforehand."

Apparently, in the Iceberg Club, which is said to be the safest and most privacy-respecting place, the owner, Cobert, still monitors every private room.

Du Mu raised his eyebrows: "No video?"

Cobert shook his head repeatedly: "There are no electronic devices in the box of the Iceberg Club. The way I observe the situation inside is through a periscope and a sound channel. I have a video recording for you to watch."

However, fearing that Du Mu would cause trouble for him, Cobert racked his brains to recall: "The only few sentences I remember that are still coherent are... dye the birds green to see if the bats will go crazy. I can only remember this sentence because of the word bat."

"And there was 'If we are really not allowed to perform, we will throw the audience into the sea and send them to heaven, and let the female security guard kill the guy who broke into the theater with malicious intent.' They didn't laugh when they said this, it was very gloomy, so I was quite impressed..."

Happy Father's Day, dear readers!

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