American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"While it is certainly creative as an entertainment program, I think it would be a bit too hardcore to have him continue to plow the ground with his chin."

Xiu En found it somewhat amusing.

He could imagine what the outside world looked like from the look of excitement in Jeremy's eyes, like he was watching circus monkeys.

He turned to look at Alvin, who was still dutifully acting as a sacred guardian in the corner.

Even though this foreclaw was covered in dried mud, it stood very straight.

"Go, Mr. Alvin. Bring out your brother who's currently comprehending the mysteries of the earth."

Xiu En paused, waved the black card that belonged to Bruce in his hand, and added a more practical reason: "There might be a lot of stuff coming over later, and these kids can't carry all those family buckets. No matter what, our cult needs to maintain its image, even if it's just a KFC delivery."

"As you wish, sir."

A strange sense of mission ignited in Alvin's eyes.

In his view, this was not just a simple task of loosening restrictions, but more like a handover in some kind of religious ritual.

The brother who has been purified through asceticism now needs a guide who has also undergone trials (but has not).

He bowed deeply to Xiu En, even deliberately avoiding the snake-like vines that Ivy hadn't yet retracted, and walked steadily out of the medical room, his back view exuding a tragic grandeur as if he were going to break someone out of prison at the execution ground.

Pamela Ivy, arms crossed, leaned against the lab bench piled with all sorts of strange medicine bottles and plant slices, watching the filthy fanatic walk out, letting out a disgusted snort.

"I have absolutely no interest in your mutual aid society's team-building activities, you luminous creature."

She pointed towards the doorway with the tip of her plant trimmers.

"However, there's one thing we need to make clear. When those so-called high-calorie feeds arrive, pile them all up in the lobby on the first floor for them to eat. If even a single drop of cola or fried chicken grease drips into my flower bed, I'll pour all that plant nutrient solution directly into that glowing iron lung of yours, understand?"

"Rest assured, I have always held food in the highest esteem and will never waste it."

Shuen shrugged, not taking the plant lady's threat to heart.

He was in a great mood now, and his body was no longer in pain. The fifty days of lifespan provided by the system seemed to have given him a boost.

He stood up from the medical chair and even stretched with great interest.

"Well then, I should head over to that makeshift canteen and wait. Hopefully, after eating so much dirt, Joestar will still have room in his stomach for a chicken leg."

Xiu En walked to the door.

The doors to the hall were pushed open.

Bruce Wayne held something that seemed somewhat out of place in the current scene: a black box bearing the silver W logo of Wayne Technologies.

"Looks like I arrived just in time. The burger hasn't arrived yet, but you can have this dessert first."

He handed the box to Xiu En, who was slumped in a chair in front of him, like one of those enthusiastic digital product salesmen who doesn't accept returns.

"The latest model, specially tailored to your preferences... features increased screen brightness and speaker volume."

Xiu En raised an eyebrow, but instead of taking the box, he stretched out two fingers and pried open the lid.

Inside lay a matte black phone. The moment the screen lit up, it didn't display the default wallpaper, but rather a constantly rotating yellow sun icon, with bold black text next to it indicating the UV index for the hour. It was clear that none of Gotham was experiencing sunny weather.

"Ha, that really hits the nail on the head."

Xiu En had to admit that although this guy was controlling to the point of being abnormal, his service mentality was impeccable.

He picked up the phone and felt its heavy weight, as if it had been fitted with some kind of armor or had a large-capacity battery.

"This thing is definitely better than my eyes, which can't do anything but see where I'm going. In this day and age, where you have to ask a stranger for the time, it's really hard to survive without a piece of glass that can emit light."

Just as Xiu En was about to swipe the screen like a child who had just received a new toy, a soft cracking sound came from the stairwell as vines lashed against the handrail.

Pamela Ivy was standing there.

The tablet she had originally intended to use to organize data now had two cracks from being squeezed in her hand.

Her eyes swept over the black box, and almost instantly she deciphered the electronic signal bands emanating from it.

She didn't even need to look at Bruce's expression to know how many backdoor programs that rich man had stuffed into the so-called gift.

Following Wayne's habit, whatever Shuen does with this phone will be uploaded to the bat cave in real time.

A vibrant green vine emerged from her calf, winding upwards like a venomous snake that had spotted an enemy, seemingly poised to pounce and shred the electronic junk filled with listening chips into scrap metal at any moment.

However, when her gaze fell on Xiu En, who was grinning foolishly at the weather app, completely oblivious to the fact that he had become an invisible person being observed, she noticed something else.

The vine, poised to sprout, suddenly stopped.

She realized that Xiu En would still seek out Bruce in the future. She couldn't completely cure Xiu En, and given Bruce's twisted habits, he would only endlessly place surveillance. At least such an open cell phone would be of some benefit to Xiu En.

"idiot."

She squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth and gave up on this pointless act of destruction.

But this does not mean she approves of this behavior.

Ivy gave Bruce a cold look, raised her right hand, and gave the middle finger to the billionaire who was still maintaining that gentlemanly smile.

Then, without even looking at their reaction, she turned around and disappeared into the depths of the plant-filled first-floor corridor, casually using a few thorny rose branches to block the entrance to her laboratory.

"It seems that the neighborly relations here are indeed not very harmonious."

Bruce didn't react with any displeasure to the middle finger; instead, he revealed a knowing smile.

"She's always so sensitive. It's just some necessary security protocols and emergency contact beacons there, you know, Gotham is dangerous."

"Alright, boss."

Xiu En's fingers flew across the screen without him looking up.

"As long as you don't label me as some strange criminal or escaped mental patient in that location system, and don't suddenly blare a warning about my cholesterol while I'm eating a family bucket of food, I have no problem with your voyeurism."

"Anyway, whatever you can see and hear, it's up to you. This isn't something that can be changed by removing a few surveillance cameras."

Xiu En continued looking at his phone and discovered that he had already ordered takeout.

"Wow, you actually ordered so many KFC family buckets in advance! Where else can I find such a thoughtful gesture? Now, when did that delivery cart, which was showing as 'in transit,' become 'delivered'?"

"Soon, Hugh, after all, I am Bruce."