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Chapter 353 He'll throw money around if he disagrees with someone.

"Getting back to the point, where exactly does your ability come from?"

Bruce made no attempt to hide his probing intentions.

According to his judgment, Du Mu did not deliberately hide his thoughts, and his attitude was so casual that it was almost nonchalant.

Trying to beat around the bush with this kind of person is a waste of time. Asking questions directly is the most efficient way to get useful information.

"This is a long story."

Du Mu's expression suddenly turned serious, and his gaze slowly drifted toward the ceiling, as if he were tracing back to a very distant memory.

"That was during my high school years. I was bitten by a radioactive spider at a school science fair, and afterwards my body began to mutate, giving me abilities far beyond those of ordinary people."

"Later, my uncle had an accident. Before he died, he told me a truth: with great power comes great responsibility..."

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With great responsibility comes great responsibility.

Bruce continued the sentence expressionlessly: "If I remember correctly, this is the story of Peter Parker."

Du Mu looked surprised: "You little bat actually read Marvel comics?"

I know a little bit about it.

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Bruce's tone was flat.

In fact, he had Alfred collect all the Spider-Man-related publications on the market, including Marvel comics featuring Spider-Man.

He then spent several days reading them all, page by page.

Now he knows Spider-Man better than most die-hard fans.

Du Mu laughed: "Then you should know that every world has a Spider-Man, and I am the Spider-Man of this world."

Bruce coldly stated, "As far as I know, Spider-Man doesn't kill people."

Du Mu immediately retorted, "That's a stereotype. I know a Spider-Man Noir who not only kills people but also fights with guns. Besides, I didn't kill anyone; I just put them to sleep."

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Bruce wasn't a good straight man; he didn't offer any commentary, just remained silent.

After a five or six-second silence, he spoke again: "Where did you get that suit of equipment? Don't tell me there's an Iron Man in this world."

Du Mu was quite surprised: "You really know a lot about Marvel."

In the original Marvel comics, Spider-Man's Iron Man suit was designed by Iron Man himself.

Bruce can even rattle off such details off the top of his head; his proficiency is almost on par with that of a relatively new reader like himself.

That said, is it really appropriate for you, the parent company of DC, to pay so much attention to your rival's publications?

"That's a secret. In any case, it's not like you, who earned it by selling hooks."

Du Mu declined to discuss the topic.

Upon hearing this, Bruce's lips twitched slightly.

So this joke just won't go away, right?

He suddenly regretted sending the Penguin to Arkham Asylum; now he couldn't even find a chance to drag him out and beat him up.

Bruce was about to speak again when Du Mu raised his hand to interrupt him: "Alright, your time is up. Consider your pile of stuff as a consultation fee."

Bruce raised an eyebrow: "The things you stole, if you put them together, are conservatively worth over eight figures."

"What do you mean 'stolen'? It was 'picked up'! Don't make false accusations."

Du Mu corrected him seriously, then glared at him and said, "This is my consultation fee. You think it's too expensive, and so do I. Do you want it or not?"

Bruce waved his hand dismissively: "Of course I want it! How can I refuse such a reasonable price? Let's stick with this price and stay for a few more hours. I'll pay in full at once."

Du Mu: "

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Those with the power of money are indeed terrifying!

But Du Mu was no ordinary man; he wouldn't be easily swayed by a small sum of money, let alone a mere eight-figure consultation fee...

"Mr. Wayne, please wait a moment. I'll make you a pot of tea, and we can chat while we drink."

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Bruce was stunned by how quickly Du Mu changed his expression.

The two then had a very pleasant conversation, the atmosphere as harmonious as old friends catching up, without any of the initial hostility.

Bruce cried out in regret, wishing he had known that money could solve everything, he should have thrown the check in Du Mu's face the moment he walked in.

If a problem can be solved with money, can it even be called a problem?

Of course, Du Mu didn't actually chat with Bruce for several hours; he stopped after less than an hour.

Bruce felt he had gathered a lot of intelligence, and being interrupted abruptly left him feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

"Why did it stop? It's only been a short time."

Du Mu complained, "Bruce, have you forgotten that you're supposed to be a man of few words? You've been talking for almost an hour now. If you can talk this much, you shouldn't be called Bruce Wayne anymore, you should be called Bruce Wade."

Bruce had only studied Spider-Man and didn't understand the Du Mu joke at all.

He declared righteously, "That's Batman's character design, what does it have to do with me, Bruce Wayne?"

Du Mu was shocked: "Bruce, when did you become so shameless?"

"Of course I learned it from you."

Bruce chuckled and seized the opportunity to retaliate.

Du Mu opened his eyes wide: "Then why don't you learn from my good qualities? Like honesty, kindness, humility, a sense of responsibility... (five thousand words omitted here), instead of focusing on learning from those insignificant little flaws?"

Bruce: "...

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When it comes to shamelessness, you are ultimately the one who is more shameless.

"Alright, I won't rip you off. Here, take this as payment for the consultation fee for the next few hours."

Du Mu took out a bottle of life potion and casually tossed it to Bruce.

Bruce caught the bottle steadily and examined it in his hand: "What's this?"

"The potion of life, just one bottle can heal most injuries, and there are no side effects."

Bruce looked suspicious.

This isn't considered ripping me off? How is this any different from selling health supplements?

Seeing that Bruce didn't believe him, Du Mu chuckled and said, "You happen to be injured, why don't you drink a bottle and you'll know?"

Bruce frowned.

He wasn't worried about Du Mu poisoning him. If the other party really wanted to harm him, there would be plenty of opportunities. They had already refilled that pot of tea countless times, so there was no need to go to any more trouble.

After hesitating for a moment, Bruce unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the liquid inside into his mouth, but he didn't finish it, leaving some at the bottom of the bottle.

The next moment, a long-lost feeling of relaxation emerged from my body.

The injured area no longer ached, and the person's overall condition quickly improved, even becoming better than usual.

Bruce's pupils suddenly contracted.

He quickly tore off the bandages on his hand and tried moving his wrist a few times.

The joints that used to be painful with the slightest movement are now incredibly flexible, and there is not a trace of injury to be found.

Bruce looked up, his shock undisguised.

Wayne Enterprises possesses the world's most advanced medical technology, and even with the best resources, it would take at least ten days for his injuries to fully recover.

This so-called potion of life took only a few seconds from ingestion to complete recovery.

Bruce quickly came to his senses, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Although he has always had a principle of never pursuing any supernatural abilities and only relying on his own abilities to fight criminals, he would not refuse medicines like the Life Potion, which are simply used to treat injuries.

After all, he was just a mortal with no superhuman healing abilities. Every time he returned from a night patrol, he would have several new injuries, ranging from bruises to fractures, which greatly reduced his mobility during the recovery period.

If he had the potion of life, his efficiency would definitely double.

Bruce asked urgently, "How many more of these life potions do you have?"

Du Mu spread his hands: "I haven't counted."

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

This clearly means there's a significant amount of inventory. If the quantity were small, how could they not know the exact figures?

He immediately said, "Could you sell me some? The price will be double... no, five times the consultation fee you just paid."

Du Mu was stunned by Bruce's behavior of throwing money around at the slightest disagreement.

How many bottles do you want?

"One hundred bottles."

"No, get lost."

Finally, after some back and forth, Bruce bought several bottles of life potion from Du Mu at a price five times the consultation fee per bottle.

Du Mu felt he had struck gold, and Bruce felt he had struck gold too.

This is a win-win situation.

Bruce got up to leave, satisfied, but stopped at the door and turned back to say, "If you do anything dangerous, I will do everything I can to stop you."

Du Mu, not to be outdone, sneered: "Then I'll arrest you for obstructing law enforcement. You'd better wash your ass and wait to go to Arkham and pick up the soap with your bunch of fans."

Bruce was speechless.

He knows his own situation best. This Batman is, after all, an outlaw. Any law school student could list a long list of crimes against him.

His ability to operate freely in Gotham was entirely due to Chief Gordon's tacit approval.

Batman helps the Gotham Police Department fight crime, while the Gotham Police Department turns a blind eye to Batman's problems; both sides maintain a certain tacit understanding.

He could take the law into his own hands against those super criminals, but he couldn't lay a finger on Du Mu.

Because Du Mu is a genuine, active-duty police officer according to official records, if Batman dares to attack him, the nature of the matter will change completely, and even Gordon will not stand idly by.

Bruce didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out the door.

Du Mu shook his head: "He even has to say something harsh before leaving. This Bat Boy really has a heavy burden on his persona."

After discovering that Bruce had left, Selena came out of the room, looking shocked.

"Batman's true identity is actually Bruce Wayne!?"

Her hearing is far beyond that of ordinary people; even through a door, she can hear most of the conversation between the two.

I never expected that I would stumble upon such a shocking piece of gossip.

The Dark Knight of Gotham is actually Gotham's richest man, a playboy who frequents all sorts of naked parties.

The impact of this news is as absurd as someone telling you that a certain Mr. Wang, the nation's heartthrob, is Batman.

Du Mu nodded: "That's right. By day he plays the playboy, and by night he transforms into Batman to fight criminals. He's been doing this for over a decade, making him a true master of time management."

Selena struggled to process this fact before asking, "If Batman's adversaries found out about this, they'd probably be terrified, wouldn't they?"

Du Mu glanced at her: "Who told you they didn't know about this?"

"what?"

Selena's eyes widened: "Did they already know Batman's true identity?"

Most people probably don't know, but some people definitely already know.

Du Mu calmly replied, "Think about it, it makes sense. How many people in Gotham City have the financial resources to operate tanks and fighter jets that cost hundreds of millions, and even throw them out like fireworks when necessary? It's impossible that Batman really acquired these things by selling his hooks, is it?"

Selena exclaimed in surprise, "Since they know Batman's true identity, why haven't they exposed him? They're Batman's archenemies!"

"Because they only like playing games with Batman, not Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne would only bore them. The entire Gotham crime scene is full of Batman fans, and that's no joke."

Selena: (11)

The entertainment industry is truly chaotic.

Du Mu grinned: "Of course, there's another main reason. Once they expose Bruce Wayne's identity, he will definitely abandon this identity without hesitation and turn to the great superhero cause."

"Batman will be completely unrestrained by then. They will be facing a Batman who is on call 24/7, and their fate will be far worse than it is now."

Selena swallowed hard; just thinking about it sent chills down her spine.

Du Mu stood up: "Don't just stand there, pack your things and get ready to move."

"move place?"

Selena snapped out of her daze and quickly asked, "Are you worried that Batman will retaliate against us, so you ran away beforehand?"

"no."

Du Mu sighed: "You don't understand Batman. That guy has severe paranoia. If a dog walks past him, he'll suddenly have several kilograms of surveillance equipment on him. He's been staying at home for so long just now, this house is probably beyond repair."

Selena:

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Is it really that exaggerated?

Fortunately, the consulting fee Bruce gave was more than enough to buy several larger houses.

Du Mu planned to buy a new house in Gotham and then acquire properties in several other cities.

Since no major crisis has yet occurred, he needs to prepare in advance by traveling to various famous cities to explore the map and activate the map teleportation points in each city.

If a crisis occurs anywhere in the future, he can get to the scene immediately.

After making up his mind, Du Mu set his first target on the metropolis.

The reason for choosing the Metropolitan is simple.

Firstly, Metropolis is relatively close to Gotham, and secondly, Metropolis is Superman's territory.

How powerful is Superman?

It's no exaggeration to say that the entire Justice League is basically Superman and his few accessories.

As long as Superman doesn't unleash a flood, the rest of the Justice League members combined probably wouldn't be enough to defeat him alone.

With such combat power, the supervillains who can be Superman's opponents are naturally not simple either; their combat power is basically on par with Superman's, or even stronger.

Their very existence is a terrible crisis for the entire planet.

Unlike Gotham City, where it's mostly just Batman and his fandom having their own little squabbles.

It's unlikely to affect the entire planet, or even other cities, so it's hardly a major crisis.

Unless Zhou Ke'er drives to Metropolis overnight and uses Lois to force Superman to say something heartfelt to her, plunging the world into the reign of Infinite Moon... no, I mean, the reign of Unjust Superman.