American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Xiu En stuffed another owl coin into his mouth.

As his Adam's apple bobbed, a warm current slid down his esophagus into his stomach, then quickly transformed into sharp golden energy that washed over his limbs and bones.

The feeling was both painful and pleasurable, like drinking a large bottle of ice-cold carbonated beverage after running a marathon, except that the beverage contained razor blades.

"System notification: High-purity amber gold has been ingested. The metallization process in the lungs is accelerating and is being converted into nutrients for the Shaohao Golden Body. Current conversion rate: 0.5%."

Xiu En's breath even carried gold dust.

"Bruce, are you sure you don't want a piece? It's a Gotham specialty."

Bruce watched as Shum acted like he was promoting a roadside snack stall, and his temples throbbed.

His expensive tactical goggles were frantically reporting errors, indicating that the creature's body temperature was rising at an unscientific rate.

"That's an alchemical product containing Dionysian factors, not candy."

Batman's voice was deep and subdued as he grabbed Shuen's hand, which was reaching for the pile of coins.

"If you don't want to die here from heavy metal poisoning or genetic breakdown, stop right now. We're taking this stuff back to the Batcave. They have equipment there to purify it, at least... to wash away the dust and those damn curses."

"make a deal."

Xiu En agreed with unusual ease; he wouldn't bother eating raw food himself if someone else took care of washing and cooking the vegetables.

He turned his head and looked at Alvin, who was still staring intently at the cart of gold.

"Alvin, stop standing there. Since our bat tycoon is offering free transportation, let's move these, well, the communion, into his car."

"Yes, sir."

Alvin's movements were so fast they were like a blur.

Five minutes later.

The expensive Batmobile, equipped with a top-of-the-line fire control system and stealth coating, looked like a tractor that had just returned from a rural market, its chassis slung low.

The back seat was packed, the passenger seat was packed, and even the barrel of the imposing riot cannon had two bags of gold coins hanging on it.

Bruce sat in the driver's seat, listening to the engine's strained roar, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"If the shock absorption system breaks, the repair cost will be deducted from your food ration."

"Don't be so stingy, rich man. Why are you starting to use such a threatening tone?"

Shuen squeezed himself among a pile of gold coin bags, struggling to find a comfortable position, and casually pulled out another one that had slipped through the net and stuffed it into his mouth.

"This is to protect Gotham's environment. Just think, if these things were left on the streets, how many children would be poisoned?"

The Batmobile finally started moving.

Accompanied by blue flames spewing from its tail nozzles, the severely overloaded vehicle sped toward Wayne Manor.

As for the cut-up courtroom transport vehicle and the wounded people scattered all over the ground?

The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance; Gordon always seemed to arrive at the perfect moment to clean up the mess.

"Hey, Bruce?"

Xiu En suddenly asked.

"What's Afu making tonight? Since I have snacks, can I have my main meal replaced with meat? No vegetable juice, please!"

Bruce was silent for two seconds, seemingly confirming with the butler.

"Ah Fu said that, given your performance today and your current physical condition, he has prepared a specially made metal digestive aid meal. He hopes you like it."

Bruce Estate.

Xiu En held the bowl of special medicinal food that was still bubbling with strange dark green bubbles, but didn't rush to put it in his mouth.

He first glanced at the smiling Alfred with the look of someone scrutinizing a class enemy, then quickly turned his gaze to Bruce, who was typing on the keyboard at the control panel.

The enormous bat didn't even turn its head, but the muscles in its back visibly tensed for a moment.

"Hey, big shot."

"It suddenly dawned on me. Normally, if even a single hair falls on your floor, you furrow your brow so tightly it could crush this not-so-cute owl."

He pointed to the cuckoo that Alvin had hung on his belt as a decoration.

"But today, I swallowed that pile of radioactive metal that I don't know if it was radioactive or not, and you not only didn't throw me into the evolution furnace, but you also drove around to bring the rest of it back to me."

"even!"

Xiu En shook the bowl in his hand, which looked more like poison than poison itself.

"I haven't even felt any stomach pain yet, and the antidote is already ready?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that things were not so simple.

Those eyes, faintly glowing with gold from having eaten it, were filled with suspicion.

"Admit it, Bruce. This pile of amber gold wasn't a coincidence at all; it's also the feed you prepared for that patient who coughs day and night?"

The figure in front of the control panel paused noticeably for a second.

But it only lasted a second.

The next moment, the playboy languor of Bruce Wayne vanished instantly, replaced by the low-pressure atmosphere unique to Gotham Knights, enough to make criminals lose control of their bladders on the spot.

Don't overthink it.

An extremely deep sound echoed in the empty space of the Bat Cave.

This is a unique bat sound, usually used only to intimidate petty thugs who have lost their ability to speak due to excessive fear.

"That was to prevent your body from exploding in the bat cave and contaminating my equipment."

Bruce didn't turn his head, only the sound of the keyboard being typed too hard betrayed that his emotions were not as calm as they sounded.

"Mr. Xiu En."

Alfred took a small step forward at the opportune moment, holding the tray steadily in his hands, which blocked Hugh's view of Bruce.

"Young Master isn't good at expressing his concern. Instead of getting caught up in these trivialities, you should drink this calming agent while it's hot. If you don't want to get a perforated stomach."

Xiu En's lips twitched as he watched the green liquid boil again with Afu's movements, creating another large bubble.

This is worse than drinking vegetable juice!

"It looks like the swamp monster's bathwater."

"In fact, it contains much-needed detoxifying herbs, as well as a small amount of a powerful gastric mucosa protectant. It's what's known as herbal tea."

"Herbal tea? You call this herbal tea?!"

Although Xiu En was wailing, he still picked up the bowl without hesitation.

Since this is a blessing for surviving a near-death experience, let's enjoy it.

The first sip was so awful that Xiu En's facial features contorted in shock.

But he had to admit that as the nauseating liquid slid into his stomach, the burning sensation that had been making him feel hot all over his body subsided.

Instead, it has a gentle, refreshing coolness.

Like rain after a long drought, the restless, turbulent energy that had been trying to run rampant in his internal organs was gently enveloped and soothed by the medicinal power, and then slowly integrated into his bones and meridians.

"call."

Xiu En let out a long breath.

[System Notification: Auxiliary drug intervention detected. The agitated factors in the Amber Gold have been neutralized. The transformation process of Shao Hao's Golden Body has been significantly optimized. Current lung strength +5%, all attributes slightly increased. Passive Skill gained: Heavy Metal Digester (Pseudo).]

Xiu En rubbed his stomach, which felt instantly more comfortable, and when he looked at Bruce's back again, his eyes became somewhat complicated.

"Um... it tastes awful, but thanks anyway, Bruce."