Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 674 Punching the Joker, Kicking the Bat, I Am the True King of Gotham

The clown's voice was intermittent, choked by coughing, but his frenzied energy remained undiminished.

He struggled to lift his blood-stained face, his filthy eyes turning to Bruce Yu standing beside him, a malicious glint in them: "Oh, this tall, mighty Asian friend."

He let out a chilling, chuckling laugh: "Tell me, if I get angry, won't I 'repay' your entire community with what you've done? I mean, like those thriving Chinese restaurants in Gotham?"

Bruce Yu still wore that enigmatic smile. He even leaned slightly closer to the madman on the ground who had been threatening him, his voice low and clear, like the pronouncement of a curse about to come true: "Oh? Dear Joker, when you're really that foolish to do what you described..."

His smile instantly turned as dangerous as an abyss. "I'll shove your head into your ass! Don't worry, I can definitely do it, because I'll break your back! I guarantee the feeling and taste will be incredibly intense!"

For the first time, Wardfa's appearance appeared on the clown's maniacal laughing face.
Even a clown couldn't stand such humiliation.

He'd rather be kicked around like a ball!

The clown almost immediately and violently shook his head, splattering blood everywhere: "No! No, no, no! Just kidding, sir! Just kidding! Really! It's no fun if you take it too seriously. People have to have a sense of humor, right? I promise! I'm so sorry! Attacking people is just a performance technique in stand-up comedy~"

Bruce Yu ignored the Joker's apology, his eyes fixed on the Joker's crotch. "But why am I starting to look forward to it?"

Looking at the man's sinister smile, the clown realized for the first time that he might have encountered a madman even more seriously ill than himself, and immediately waved his hands in apology, "Please, please don't."

In Gotham after the rain, the air outside Arkham Asylum was thick with the mingled scents of disinfectant, wet asphalt, and insane whispers, its high walls as impenetrable as the teeth of an iron cage.

Bruce Yu leaned against the shadows of the street corner, the rain seemingly avoiding him by half a meter, forming a dry, protective barrier.

He watched silently as Batman slowly walked out of the asylum's gates; it seemed the Joker's mission of keeping him imprisoned was complete.

Bruce Yu's lips curled into a faint smile as he said softly, "After seeing the mad bat, I suddenly understood your principle of not killing."

Batman stopped in his tracks, his cape drooping in the cold rain. He turned to the source of the sound, his hoarse, throat-chapped voice piercing the rain: "What exactly do you want?"

Bruce Yu stepped forward slowly, the air condensing into a shimmering barrier beneath his feet. He glanced around, his eyes sweeping over the rusty iron bars of the asylum and the muddy streets, a hint of disgust in his eyes: "So eager to get down to business? We should at least find a café to sit in and talk about those planet-destroying military blueprints, or go to a bar; alcohol can help relax your stiff brain."

"If all else fails, we can go to a Chinese restaurant. Hot wontons and tea can dispel bad moods. Oh, don't tell me that a dignified Dark Knight wants to discuss how to upgrade your old car in front of this hellish mental hospital?"

Batman's shadow stretched long under the streetlights as he said in a deep voice, "The rooftop is secluded enough."

“Alright, stop pretending.” Bruce Yu suddenly interrupted. “This rain is freezing cold. Let’s go straight to Wayne Manor. I haven’t tried Alfred’s coffee yet.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Batman's body jolted violently! His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, every muscle tensed like a broken string! The face hidden beneath the mask, though shrouded in shadow, conveyed raw terror!
It was like Jiahao in the class whose hood had been pulled down.

Bruce Yu saw through his trembling and spread his hands. "Don't be nervous. I know your true identity, your fears, and your obsession with Gotham."

“Don’t worry, I won’t lay a finger on you.” He took a step closer, his voice low and deep. “Because you will be my strongest protection when facing enemies in the future.” “But remember one rule! You are not allowed to keep a folder about me on any of your computers or data terminals, otherwise…”

His smile faded. "I'll let you taste the flavor of your own penis too."

Inside the bat cave, Bruce Yu's eyes, which combined the powers of the Jōgan and the Rinne Sharingan, shimmered with an otherworldly light.

"Watch closely, this is real power. Your grappling hook and glider are no better than a primitive man throwing stones."

Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly became profound.

The immense power of the Six Paths, a mixture of creation and destruction, surged like a silent tide, merging with the cold insight into space emanating from Yomotsu Hirasaka. It was further combined with the ancient Asgardian magic's masterful control over the universe, the Kamar-Taj rune array's precise cutting of dimensional boundaries, and the Flying Thunder God Technique's almost instinctive ability to capture coordinate anchor points.
The universe bows down to him!
Bruce didn't form any hand seals; he simply made a casual gesture in the air! Wherever his fingertips passed, space was forcibly torn open, leaving an irregular, deep rift with edges that flickered with extremely unstable light!

Golden, dark purple, and ghostly blue energy sparks erupted from it like furious stardust, accompanied by a piercing, tooth-grinding buzzing sound as the spatial structure was forcibly twisted and grafted.

The crack expanded rapidly and stabilized, forming a suspended platform in the blink of an eye that could only accommodate a few people.

It is completely independent of Gotham's real space, and the platform is surrounded by an endless, strangely colored void with constantly churning chaotic light streams.

“Come in, Batman.” Bruce Yu’s voice carried a hint of playful pressure, like a tour guide urging tourists into a haunted house.

Beneath the Batman mask, his brows were furrowed, but without hesitation, he stepped into the bizarre and fantastical portal.

In an instant, the cold, damp night in Gotham and the distant sirens were completely shut out, leaving only a strange sense of weightlessness and the humming of energy from all directions, like the whispers of the universe.

The moment Batman's feet stepped onto the floating platform illuminated by chaotic light, his extraordinary senses and instinctive warnings were instantly ignited!

His sharp, hawk-like eyes had instinctively locked onto the center of his field of vision!
A peculiar object was silently suspended there.

It is square, made of a material that is not any metal or ore known on Earth. It is neither gold nor stone, and its surface flows with a layer of cold luster that is as unpredictable as liquid metal.

The simple yet rhythmic geometric patterns appear and disappear under the changing light, like the breath of a living thing.

There was absolutely no need for Bruce Yu to introduce them.

This is the "key" Bruce Yu spoke of that could pry open the future, the culprit that dragged Gotham and even the Earth into a true abyss of darkness!
Mother box!

Bruce Yu said softly, "Time is of the essence. I'm afraid you'll need to drink more coffee during this period. Put away the batarang and embrace the future! Jump from Dongfeng-41 to Dongfeng-61, or even Dongfeng-71 and Dongfeng-10.1."

Speaking of October 10.1st, everyone is welcome to come to Shanxi for a midday nap during the National Day holiday.

(End of this chapter)