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"Wait a minute? Did Bruce go and get involved in illegal cloning?!"

Xiu En's shock was genuine.

"Hey Afu, what kind of evil twin is this? Or is it your rebellious old age alter ego?!"

The shadow kneeling on the ground laughed more and more eerily.

His eyes were fixed on Alfred as if he were looking at a domesticated watchdog that had forgotten its wolfish nature.

"Your pitying and weak look disgusts me, Pennyworth."

The outsider's voice carried a chilling sense of superiority.

"In this world, is being a nanny wiping away the young master's tears more fulfilling than establishing true order amidst this chaos? The Wayne family's rotten compassion is truly a terminal illness in any plane."

Alfred was not provoked.

He adjusted his tie with his white-gloved hands.

"An interesting point, sir. But allow me to correct you, the term 'nanny' is too unprofessional."

Before Zhen Afu could finish speaking, he moved.

His left hand instantly gripped the other person's throat, while his right thumb and forefinger gripped the jawbone that was exactly the same as his own.

Click.

A crisp sound.

The "shadow" that was about to crush some kind of poison sac in its teeth or activate the self-destruct program in its voice transmitter had its jaw cleanly dislocated, and its originally mocking words instantly turned into a series of indistinct sobs.

Wow.

Xiu En even clapped, and the golden light flashed a few times in response.

"Ah Fu, what was that move you just made called? Was it 'Shut Up, Cambridge Tonight' or 'The Silence of the Lambs'?"

With great interest, Xiu En squatted down in front of the speechless prisoner, reached out and poked his face, and found that it was indeed genuine leather.

"His theory was terrible, but the face seems to be original. I thought we could have double the afternoon tea, but you crippled him. Now, he's only good for being used as a specimen or fertilizer, right?"

Alfred took a handkerchief out of his pocket and slowly wiped his fingers, which had just touched the other person's skin, as if he had touched something extremely dirty.

"I'm sorry to have shattered your double chef fantasy, Shuen."

The old butler carefully picked out the false tooth that the outsider had tried to bite off and wrapped it in a handkerchief.

"A mouth that spews nothing but venom and pointless political ideologies will inevitably produce bitter food. The most urgent thing now is to pack up this flawed product and take it back to the Bat Cave. I think some topics can be discussed behind closed doors in a more private way."

Now that the loaded butler's gun had cleared the area, Xiu En naturally defined this operation as "the spoils distribution after team building."

"This dangerous substance, containing unknown extraterrestrial radiation and potentially causing Gotham City's property prices to plummet, could become a deadly weapon in the hands of that madman tomorrow if it falls into the hands of the police or those vigilantes who are always late."

As Xiu En rambled on with what he considered to be impeccable reasons, he slung the black tactical crate, wider than himself, over his shoulder with one hand. The contents of the crate resonated with the golden energy within him in a way that made his teeth itch.

"So, for the sake of world peace, I'll reluctantly become this radiation vacuum cleaner."

He even thoughtfully adjusted the straps, completely ignoring the red "Extreme Danger: High Energy Reaction" sign printed on the side of the suitcase.

The tactical box, which weighed at least fifty kilograms, felt as light as an empty lunchbox in his hands.

"This box is mine; consider it compensation for the emotional trauma I suffered today. As for this person..."

Xiu En pointed to the fake item on the ground, whose eyes were still darting around, and grinned.

"That's your recycled waste, Afu. You can take it and burn it or whatever."

Ivy's vines disdainfully withdrew from the wet tactical vest, casually tossing aside the tattered pieces of cloth still wrapped around the fake Afu like trash.

The sunflower bodyguard still viewed human technology as worthless junk until she noticed a flashing red light while tidying up a scattered tactical backpack nearby.

"Hey, Shum."

The sunflower, originally only the size of a washbasin, moved its flower head next to the black box that Xiu En was carrying, and a few green shoots pointed to a row of red LED lights on the base of the box that were flashing rapidly.

"Instead of you rushing to shove this thing into your stomach, I think it's necessary to remind you that the light at the bottom of this big metal box seems to have turned red, and the frequency looks a lot like those countdowns in human movies where everyone dies together."

A cruel smile appeared in the eyes of Afu, who was bound hand and foot and unable to speak.

He knew very well that the dead hand switch would activate as soon as it detected the loss of vital signs or forced separation.

If the antimatter core inside isn't unlocked through a specific procedure, it's enough to turn half of this city into a barren parking lot.

"Oh? It even has a self-heating function?"

Xiu En held the box up to his eyes and licked his lips with even more excitement.

The glowing pupils contracted in the darkness, as if peering through the thick lead shell to see the delicious high-energy reactor inside.

"Beep beep beep... Listen to this crisp sound."

He even pressed his ear against it and shook it.

"There's a lot of 'big stuff' in here, Afu. I feel like a beggar holding a freshly baked beggar's chicken, and my only problem is that I don't know how to elegantly crack open this layer of mud."

Zhen Afu had already taken out his phone from his pocket and sent several special frequency text messages without any text.

"Considering the estimated value of that device, Shuen, I suggest that if you're going to dine, you'd better choose a place far away from Wayne Enterprises property. I think the desert or an abandoned mine would be a good choice."

As the old butler spoke, he very politely grabbed the clone's collar.

"Also, I'll be serving dinner an hour later tonight. I think the iron in that box should be enough to tide you over."

"How heartless."

Xiu En tucked the hot box under his arm, completely disregarding any warning signs about radiation or other dangerous goods.

He looked up at the bottomless shaft they had descended from, and then at the drooling metal carnivorous plant.

"Alright, everyone, stop drooling. That submarine belongs to that bald old man. If you want something good to eat, stick close to me."

He turned and walked toward the ventilation opening in the maintenance passage.

"Ivy, if you don't want to turn into popcorn in ten minutes, I suggest you hold on tighter, because I'm planning to eat this meal while running!"