I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

Us? This young man, wearing a blue hood, blue jeans, and a brown jacket, seemed to come from a poor family, judging from the fabric of his clothes. He also had a faint smell of hay on him. Did his family run a farm?

But judging from his tone, he seemed to be on the same level as David.

Does he also possess that kind of powerful strength?

……

Gotham's cold, damp harbor was filled with waves that crashed against the rocks like shattered snow.

An ocean-going cargo ship docked silently.

On the cargo ship, a tall and slender figure slowly stepped off. He appeared to be middle-aged, with a neatly trimmed beard, short hair like steel needles, and eyes that radiated vigor. He was dressed in an expensive handmade suit.

He seemed like a ruler who had lived for countless years, his brows suggesting he had seen through the vicissitudes of life and possessed a strong leadership presence, as if nothing in the world could surprise or arouse him.

Behind him followed dozens of masked men dressed as warriors, each resembling a brutally trained killing machine, silent and exuding a chilling aura.

Everyone bowed their heads respectfully, but as they followed behind this person, their eyes shone with boundless fervor, as if they were on a pilgrimage.

Someone carried a machine weighing several tons off the ship; it was the very war machine that Wayne Enterprises had lost.

"Let's go, let's destroy it and cleanse this world of yet another festering sore."

Looking around at the corrupt and decadent Gotham, Lei Xiaogu waved his hand coldly and gave the order.

"Just like Rome and London, which were once destroyed by our hand."

……

"In the border region of an ancient Eastern country, there are many snow-capped mountains and monks."

The thought flashed through Bruce's mind silently before he answered.

For some reason, David seemed to know him very well, and even seemed to know some things that he didn't know.

When a tiger is desperately wanting something, Bruce thinks it's best to avoid provoking him for the time being.

"Where exactly?"

David already knew where it was and planned to find out its exact location so he and Clark could head there immediately.

"If you want to find Lei Xiaogu... he was accidentally killed by me there."

A flicker of recollection crossed Bruce's eyes.

The bald monk-like man, despite his superb swordsmanship, could not gain the upper hand. However, when he was forced to lead the Shadow Warriors to destroy Gotham, he started a fire that triggered an explosion, and the man perished in the flames.

The only survivor was his martial arts instructor and mentor, who was also his friend and teacher, whom he rescued.

“Lei Xiaogu couldn’t be dead; he has the Pool of Lazarus.”

All you need to do is tell me where that base is.

"Rayshaw is one of Batman's main adversaries. He can't possibly die at the hands of Bruce Wayne, who hasn't even returned to Gotham yet," David said in a deep voice without a second thought.

Even in death, his fanatical followers would throw his body into the Pool of Lazarus and resurrect him.

"If he's not dead..."

Bruce had actually suspected this in the past few days. His eyes lit up as he thought of something: "Then maybe he's in Gotham right now!"

Two days ago, after learning that Wayne Enterprises had lost a microwave generator that could be used to evaporate water sources in war, he considered investigating it, but the group had done it too cleanly, disappearing into the vast ocean after taking the weapons they wanted.

Today he discovered that someone was putting unknown drugs into the water pipes that run through the city.

"It's hard not to draw parallels between these two things."

Bruce recounted his findings one by one. If the League of Shadows were still around, it would be difficult for him to defeat so many well-trained warriors. Last time, there was an element of luck involved, plus that group now had a meticulously planned evil scheme.

He cannot place the safety of Gotham on his naive confidence; he must have a backup plan.

This time, perhaps he can use forces that don't belong to Gotham as insurance to save Gotham.

"The League of Shadows once wanted to destroy Gotham, and they certainly haven't given up on that plan yet."

That drug must be some kind of poison that takes effect after being evaporated, and the League of Shadows wants to use that to destroy Gotham.

"They might even launch their plan at any time."

Maybe tomorrow, maybe in the next second.

Bruce's face was grim.

"In Gotham?"

David raised an eyebrow, muttered something, looked at Clark, and gave him a reminder.

I thought the clues might go cold with Batman, who knew very little about them, but they unexpectedly came back together, saving me from wandering aimlessly through the Middle East.

"As long as we find Lei Xiaogu, we can find the location of the Pool of Lazarus."

"But how do I find him?"

Things seemed to become clear again, and Clark's eyes lit up. He really wanted to ask if there was a portrait of this ninja master.

"This old guy who has lived for hundreds of years is very arrogant. On the eve of his plan to destroy Gotham, he did not bother to hide himself. He must have been accompanied by a group of samurai or ninjas."

"Hundreds of years?"

Bruce's eyelids twitched. It seemed that the young man really knew more about the Ninja Masters and the Shadow Warriors than he did.

In the past, if someone told him that someone had lived for hundreds of years, he wouldn't have believed it much, but after seeing the power displayed by this young man in front of him...

"Living for hundreds of years doesn't seem like such an exaggerated thing."

"Samurai, ninja? I understand."

Without asking his brother where he learned all this, Clark remembered it, immediately set off, creating a gust of wind, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

"Where has he gone?"

The figure suddenly vanished before his eyes, and the scene reappeared as if the world had been frozen in time. Bruce's eyes narrowed.

"Search this city and find Lei Xiaogu."

David squinted as he looked outside.

It was only around nine o'clock.

There's still time. As long as we find Lei Xiaogu and force him to reveal the exact location of Lazarus's Pool, the next step is to retrieve the spring water.

Chapter 65: The Demon King is Never Threatened

Using his super vision, Clark searched Gotham City at several times the speed of sound for the people dressed as samurai and ninjas that David had mentioned.

He was afraid of missing a single block or alley.

Under the influence of the bio-force field, the citizens on the streets of Gotham were completely unaware that someone was running through them at a speed dozens of times faster than sound, which should have shattered all the glass and seriously injured pedestrians.

After a non-stop search of more than ten minutes, Clark finally found his target at the station and slipped behind the crowd.

Beside the platform, a group of nearly a hundred people stood, wearing gas masks and carrying samurai swords on their backs, dressed like samurai. Their cold, ruthless aura made people instinctively want to stay away.

Coupled with the group's bizarre attire, people at the station hurriedly avoided them in fear.

Even when the tram arrived, no one dared to board it with them.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group, dressed in a suit, exuded leadership with every move. He gracefully leaned on a cane and stepped onto the tram.

The people behind him, like silent servants of an ancient monarch, carried a huge box-shaped machine onto the tram.

"This person should be Lei Xiaogu, whom David mentioned!"

Clark quickly dialed his brother's number.

"A plan to destroy the city?"

He clenched his fists.

……

Inside the bat cave, Bruce mixed the previously collected powder into water and then evaporated it. The bats in the glass box, acting as guinea pigs, screamed in terror. Fear fueled their anger, and they attacked and bit each other like madmen.

Blood splattered, and bits of flesh flew everywhere. In less than half a minute, the bats were on the verge of death.

He clenched his fists, his face grim. After following the steps of what he had guessed were the other party's plan, he had figured out the Shadow Warrior Alliance's purpose.

"Let Gotham fall into destruction amid fear, chaos, and infighting, accompanied by bloodshed and wailing."

The scene of just a few bats killing each other out of fear was incredibly brutal.

"If it's the tens of millions of people in Gotham..."

Bruce couldn't bear to imagine the scene; if he didn't stop it, hell would descend upon the earth.

However, only one microwave generator was lost, limiting the scope of the attack. It would be impossible to replicate too many in a short time, and the Assassin's Guild would also be attacked after the chaos ensued.

"Unless the Assassins take that microwave generator and speed through the city... and then leisurely admire their work somewhere."

He pondered the specific steps of the other party's plan.

In the reception room.

"Found it, at the high-speed rail station in the north of the city."