American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The orphanage's canteen is less a place to eat and more a place to eat.

On the long wooden table, Bruce was cutting ham on a plate with extremely elegant aristocratic manners.

Joestar sat at the corner of the table, performing a philosophical deltoid muscle contraction prayer with every bite of bread.

Meanwhile, Jerami and the other children were wolfing down their food, as if they were afraid that the food would disappear as a hallucination at any moment.

The most discordant one is naturally Xiu En.

Xiu En happily chewed on the jade pendant, making a clicking sound, and then casually picked up a sandwich and stuffed it in. Not only did he not feel any discomfort, but he also let out a comfortable sigh.

"Hmm... it's a little old, but the texture of this jade is definitely chewier than ordinary jadeite."

Xiu En commented that golden shards of light flickered slightly at the back of his throat as he swallowed.

He looked at Pamela Ivy, who was directing a few vines to pour milk for the children.

Today, she actually looks somewhat like a normal human woman, if you ignore the green spores in her hair that haven't completely disappeared.

"I said, this isn't like you at all."

"That old man just now kept saying he wanted to purify this city and burn everything down."

"Given your usual temper—you'd practically bury anyone who steps on your lawn—you actually managed to refrain from turning this old bastard into some kind of organic fertilizer while he was spouting nonsense at your front door?"

This is what Xiu En can't understand.

Lei Xiao's extreme ideology of wanting to overthrow and rebuild modern civilization should, in theory, offend not only Bruce but also Ivy, and even everyone except the madman.

Why is Gotham's fiercest plant queen just watching the show from the sidelines all day?

Could it be that they're afraid of that old guy's six hundred years of cultivation?

Ivy paused for a moment as she held the vines, spilling a few drops of milk onto the table, which were quickly absorbed by a small flower that appeared out of nowhere.

"You want to hear the truth?"

Ivy turned around.

She is not one of those good people who adhere to superhero ethics, never has been.

"In fact, when he said that humanity is the cancer of this planet and that this filthy chaos must be cleansed with fire... I almost applauded him."

Bruce's hand holding the coffee cup remained perfectly steady, without even a ripple, clearly aware of the dangerous thoughts of his old acquaintance.

Ivy sneered and casually picked a tomato from the flowerpot, tossing it to Alvin.

"Shut down those dirty factories, eliminate human noise, and turn these asphalt roads back into fertile forests... If this is what he calls the end of the world, then it's heaven to me."

She paused, her gaze sweeping somewhat subtly over the children who were peacefully eating their meals.

"At least, plants won't kill each other over a few pieces of paper."

"Then why don't you do it? Don't tell me you're just showing respect for the elderly."

Xiu En raised an eyebrow.

"Because I'm watching you."

Ivy walked up to Xiu En and stared down at him.

"That old man wants to destroy, and you... even though I agree with the first part of his statement, I want to see how this generation of gardeners will deal with this pest first."

Ivy took a step back in disdain, but the lines of her mouth softened noticeably.

Bruce finally put down his coffee cup.

"This kind of purification will not happen."

He didn't look at Ivy, but instead said something calmly yet firmly, as if he were stating a weather forecast.

This was both a denial of Lei Xiao Augu's idea and a reminder to Ivy that it was best to keep that dangerous thought to herself.

"Of course, because you're always so meddlesome."

Ivy retorted, then turned and walked back to the kitchen.

……

Wayne Group's black sedan drives on the bridge leading to the new city.

Unlike his usual heavy driving style, where he seemed to be carrying the entire city of Gotham on his shoulders, Bruce drove very steadily today, even rolling down the windows halfway to let the sea breeze dispel the heavy atmosphere inside the car.

"Victor Frith."

Bruce suddenly said a name, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel, as if confirming a contract that had not yet been signed.

"A genius in the field of cryogenics, and also a pitiful man who is about to turn this place into a giant refrigerator. If left unattended, in a few hours or days, he will probably freeze several investors into ice sculptures for a million or two in research funding."

Xiu En shook his head.

"So our current mission is to offer some comfort to this villain who isn't even a villain yet? Boss, is this your new plan?"

"Gotham's pre-battle intervention program for villains? Sounds way more boring than fighting."

"Because I witnessed that scene."

Bruce stared straight ahead, but his voice became slightly lower.

"In the data about that devastated world, I saw Cedar holding Nora's shattered life support pod, crying like a child who had lost his entire world in a hopeless wasteland. At that time, no matter how advanced his weapons were, no matter how absolute the so-called zero, they could not save what he truly wanted to keep."

He turned and glanced at Xiu En.

"Since this place hasn't become like that yet, and since I have the ability... I don't want to see monsters born out of despair again. Xiu En, you've seen Lei Xiao's thoughts too. Instead of waiting to clean up the garbage everywhere, let's turn the garbage into resources at the source."

This is the greatest spoils Bruce Wayne brought back from the otherworldly battlefield.

It's not power, but the determination to change the rules.

Xiu En paused for a moment, then his tone became a little more serious.

"Tsk. That sounds pretty sentimental. Fine, since you're paying, I, as your henchman, don't mind being a generous bodyguard for once."

Xiu En shrugged.

"As long as you're not afraid that the cryogenic genius will be so startled by our sudden arrival that he might lose control of his weapon."

The old experimental building of the Goscot Enterprises, basement level 2.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Xiu En already felt a chilling sensation that made even the warmth he felt after eating uncomfortable.

"Looks like we've arrived."

Bruce got out of the car, his aura as the ultimate boss of Wayne Enterprises switching back on.

At this moment, he doesn't need the Batman mask; this suit and the balance in that card are sometimes a hundred times more useful than fear gas.

Xiu En followed him out and stomped his foot.

The laboratory door was tightly closed.

Faintly, one could hear the clanging of machinery colliding inside, a sound of some kind of angry and desperate struggle.

A faint roar could be heard coming from inside.

"They cut off the power. The backup generator should last about half an hour. If Nora's life support pod shuts down, then there's really no one who can save her."

Bruce glanced at the electronic lock that was trying to force its way through the security system and stepped forward.

He immediately took out his phone and dialed a number.

"I am Bruce Wayne. Acquire this building immediately, including all its debts and that damn cryogenic project that's underway. I want the power back on in three minutes."

He hung up the phone and turned to make a gesture to the dumbfounded Xiu En.

Sometimes, all it takes to solve a problem is a phone call.