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Could it be that my previous claim of being invincible in the galaxy was all an illusion? And that others were intentionally letting me win?

Could it be that the normal level of all adults in the Milky Way is simply the average person pushing a planet with their bare hands?

"You guys are almost done."

The sound came from the air. The two looked up and noticed the red and silver mechs that had appeared there at some unknown time. They quickly and obediently withdrew their hands.

“Especially you.” Shen You’s voice came from inside the armor, and he turned to look at Maxima. “You’re still a hostage, so let’s show some respect to the kidnappers and not run around like that, okay?”

"I'm sorry," Maxima admitted her mistake.

Kara whispered, "We know what we're doing; you don't need to come here yourself."

"Well, actually, I didn't."

The motor armor helmet clicked off, revealing an empty interior; no one was inside.

At this moment, Shen You himself is in Clark's apartment in the metropolis.

"I have a lot of things to do and don't have time to go there in person. That's all for now. I still have things to discuss with your cousin. You two should head back early."

"Okay~" they both replied in unison.

The communication ended, the mech took off, and flew away, disappearing from sight.

"Sorry, I was educating a teenager." After hanging up the call, Shen You looked at Clark and smiled apologetically.

"You're young and have superpowers, that's how it is. When I was a kid, I also sneaked out and flew around a couple of times without my parents knowing."

Clark smiled and placed a glass of milk in front of him.

"Want some sugar?"

"No, this is fine."

Shen You picked up the cup and took a sip.

"So, where were we?"

“Batman.” Clark sat down across from him. “I recently met Batman while investigating that international gang you told me to keep an eye on. It seems the Batman in Gotham is also investigating a related case; he’s in Metropolis.”

"You ran into each other?" Shen You asked.

"Yes, we even collaborated."

Clark adjusted his glasses and smiled.

"It was quite unexpected. After reading the news, I thought he was a rather extreme guy, but it turns out he's actually a pretty nice person. We had a very pleasant working relationship, haha."

Looking at Da Chao's bright smile, Shen You hesitated, unsure whether he should speak up or not.

Some people may appear to be close brothers who have fought side by side, but others may be carrying guns while secretly plotting how to stab their brothers in the back.

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Chapter 213 The All-Powerful Butler

Kara's explanation was rather vague, and Shen You only learned after asking her directly that Superman and Batman had a brief collaboration in the past.

The specific details are not important, but to summarize, the international gang's criminal activities are becoming increasingly rampant, and various big and small bosses are suddenly becoming prominent figures with a bunch of super weapons of unknown origin.

Miniature black holes, molecular detonators, energy grenades—the Metropolitan Police Department, which was practically a retirement home compared to Gotham City Police Department, was suddenly under immense pressure. Back then, even some of the more seasoned international gang members were carrying energy rifles, the kind that could incinerate someone with a mere graze.

Although the first meeting between the two Justice League giants wasn't as intimate as when they later became known as the "world's best partners," it was generally quite pleasant.

From Superman's perspective, it's like he's picked up a Bat-brand external brain, allowing his super brain, which he doesn't like to use, to finally enter a state of idleness, outsourcing all the brain-intensive tasks except for "quickly use super strength to A" to others.

From Batman's perspective, it's like finding the best piece of equipment he's ever acquired. A humanoid, self-propelled god-level gadget, capable of creating wind, spraying water, causing earthquakes, and setting mountains on fire. It possesses all four elements, even Gandalf praised it, and its hexagonal stats even have an S-rank growth rate—it can even power up against stronger opponents.

But that happened quite some time ago.

“We contacted each other later and agreed to investigate cases about international gangs and those high-tech weapons together,” Clark said. “But then he suddenly disappeared without a word, without even making a phone call, just leaving without saying goodbye.”

I recently saw in the news that Batman has gone missing. Although I think he's amazing, I can't help but feel a little worried.

During our last conversation, Batman seemed to have discovered something, but he needed to confirm it and would contact me once he was sure.

Shen You said thoughtfully, "And then you never received another call from him."

“Yes.” Clark pondered, “The more I investigate this case, the more I feel that there are deeper and deeper issues. You weren’t there at the time, and some of the leaders used very outrageous weapons, which even caused me some trouble.”

That couldn't possibly be Earth technology; in fact, it seemed even more advanced than Krypton's. I could sense an invisible hand manipulating things behind the scenes, making me feel uneasy, as if someone was constantly watching me.

"Then why didn't you go directly to Gotham to find him?" Shen You asked.

"Find him? How do I find him?" Clark was taken aback. "He's wearing a mask, and I don't know who he is."

"what?"

This time, Shen You was stunned.

"But don't you have X-ray vision?"

“Oh, that’s true, but I don’t usually go to look without permission,” Clark said seriously. “People wear masks for a reason, and it’s very impolite to look at them without their consent.”

Shen You pondered for a moment.

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I didn't expect that, but it does sound like something out of a superhero story.

This sounds like Batman's side has some important clues. That makes sense, considering he's later known as the world's greatest detective; he's certainly skilled at investigations.

While ordinary criminals shouldn't be able to bring him down, considering that the international gang might be backed by Apocalypse, and given that the Master had never encountered Apocalypse's enemies before and had no way to prepare in advance, it's possible that he was ambushed during the investigation.

Clark didn't know, but Shen You knew very well where the bats' lair was.

Wayne Group, conference room.

"Mr. Wayne, it's not that I'm saying this..."

An elderly board member adjusted his glasses and said with a frown.

"But you've been absent for too long."

In the vast conference room, all the board members were present and seated around the table. Only Bruce Wayne's seat was empty. The handsome face of the Gotham rich kid was displayed on the large screen at the far end of the conference room. Dressed in a cool summer beach outfit, he leaned back in a deck chair, with women on either side of him, surrounded by swimsuit-clad beauties from different ethnic backgrounds.

A sea of ​​white stretched as far as the eye could see, a magnificent spectacle of rising and falling waves, long legs forming a forest. The young master lay comfortably amidst the flowers, legs crossed, a look of utter contentment on his face.

"what is the relationship?"

Bruce Wayne chuckled, his left arm brazenly around her slender, snow-white waist, while he munched on an apple that the European beauty had peeled for him.

"Anyway, you guys are here."

"This time is different."

The erotic scene left the board members unsure where to look. Several older men darted around, feeling uncomfortable but unable to resist glancing at the screen a few more times, while simultaneously planning to work overtime that night to study more foreign languages.

“This contract is very important, Bruce. You have to be here, understand? You have to come in person. This will seriously affect the company's reputation, and potentially in the long run.”

"Excuse me, what did you just say?"

Bruce on the screen turned his head and said apologetically.

Emma was blowing air into my ear just now, I wasn't paying attention.

Then, the blonde woman next to her feigned anger: "I'm not Emma, ​​I'm Jill, Bruce."

"Oh, Jill, right, that's it. The one with the 36D is Emma." Bruce slapped his forehead. "Look at my memory."

The meeting room fell silent, but everyone seemed to have a "well" character appear on their heads.

"Alright, that's enough chatting, I have to hang up now, I have a lot of events waiting for me." Bruce said with a smile, "The contracts are already finalized anyway, it's just a matter of me showing my face and shaking hands. I'm very busy here, in several countries. You can sign whatever you want, that's all."

Hang up when you're done.

Board members: "."

I'm so angry and annoyed.

But there is no way.

Who told them to have such a powerful ancestor?

Meanwhile, in the Batcave, after the projection ended, Alfred turned off the virtual images and motion capture, finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

He felt that it was absolutely not an exaggeration for Guinness to award him the title of the world's number one butler, as the scope of his responsibilities as a butler was becoming increasingly outrageous.

From logistical support and communications coordination to hacking, and various bizarre injury repairs, bone setting and first aid, he occasionally plays the role of a Sherlock Holmes straight man to highlight the young master's exceptional investigative abilities. And now, he even has to use a high-tech motion capture system to impersonate the missing boss.

Fortunately, he was a professional actor in his youth and had extensive acting experience. He had a wealth of experience in how to get into character and portray a spoiled brat convincingly.

Okay, to be more precise, it's about playing the stereotypical spoiled brat.

But honestly, if Bruce could really be as carefree as he portrays, chasing girls all day long, instead of being missing and presumed dead, he'd be laughing in his sleep.

"Impressive, impressive, the Butler Hero truly lives up to his name."

The sound suddenly rang out in the Batcave, startling Alfred so much that he reflexively jumped up from his seat.

"Who? Who's there!?"

He turned his head in astonishment and was shocked to see a person wearing red and silver armor whose face was obscured, who had somehow entered the bat cave and appeared out of thin air behind him.

"Oh, don't be nervous. I'm Batman's friend, you could say," Shen You said, shrugging. "I just wanted to make sure he was alright."

Chapter 214 Ultimate Batman?

After a brief moment of surprise upon entering, Alfred quickly accepted the premise that there was an alien in the Batcave.

Ultraman is no longer a rare sight on Earth. In this era of spiritual revival where superhumans are popping up everywhere, an invincible alien giant doesn't seem so hard to accept. Advertisers have even started releasing Ultraman dolls.

Batman had also crossed paths with Shen You during his mission, and he even created a file to study him. Therefore, Alfred was not entirely unfamiliar with him.

In fact, he's even friendlier than Batman Alfred. Batman's own files label almost all superpowered individuals as "dangerous," "somewhat dangerous," or "extremely dangerous." And if Butler were to offer advice, he would always encourage his son to make more friends.

Alfred used to hope that Bruce would socialize more at high-society parties, and even pick up more girls, so that he would at least appear as a normal person. Later, he was forced to accept that his young master's only interest was dressing up as a bat and flying out at night to beat people up, so he had to settle for second best and hope that he could at least make some friends who dressed in strange clothes.

Although it was a bit like a Halloween freak show, at least it had some social elements.

However, Batman wasn't impressed with this. He insisted that no one could be trusted, and those with flashy abilities were even more dangerous. So Alfred had no choice but to accept this new premise, realizing that his young master was probably the most unconventional among all the strangely dressed lunatics.

"Would you like some coffee? I make it myself."