The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

Bai Lang stared at the obese man with pale skin and a long, pointed nose.

He immediately recognized the other person as the Penguin.

Among the three sheriffs, the portly black sheriff frowned when he saw Bai Lang and Ryan arrive.

His gaze fell on the two men's chests, where there was nothing, indicating that they were simply police officers.

“This case is very dangerous, you junior officers don’t need to get involved.”

The penguin next to him nodded.

Before Bai Lang could say anything, several of Penguin's men began to herd them out.

"Officer, our boss asks you to leave."

Bai Lang's body remained motionless, and even several strong men couldn't push him away.

His gaze fell on the few young officers beside the three sheriffs, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Sir, they are also police officers, so why are they allowed to investigate this case?"

Upon hearing this, the black sheriff exchanged glances with the two white sheriffs beside him, and then sneered.

“They are different from you. They are our people, unless you also follow a sheriff, or... you become a sheriff.”

"So you mean that as long as we become sheriffs, we're qualified to investigate this case, right?" Bai Lang said.

“I think you young people need to gain more experience. Maybe you won’t become a sheriff until you’re in your forties or fifties?” Ollie sneered, glancing at Bai Lang and Ryan beside him.

Bai Lang gave him a deep look, then strode away with Ryan from the Iceberg Club and back to the police car.

"They've really gone too far!" Ryan exclaimed angrily.

Bai Lang's face showed no expression, neither resentment nor anger.

He had long had the opportunity to become a sheriff, but due to some personal factors, he told Commissioner Gordon that he needed to consider it.

There are two types of police sergeants. The first type is stationed at headquarters to investigate serious crimes such as murder.

The second option is to go to a police station in Gotham City or the countryside to manage law enforcement.

But at this point, not becoming the sheriff is no longer an option.

He took out his phone and dialed Chief Gordon.

"Hello? Officer Bai Lang, what's up?"

"Chief Gordon, I've thought it over. I agree to be the sheriff."

Gordon, who was on the other side, burst into laughter upon hearing this.

In his eyes, Bai Lang was an upright and honest young man.

Unlike those police officers who collude with gangs, he is a promising talent worth nurturing.

“Very good. Go back to the police station immediately. I will prepare a promotion ceremony for you.”

Ryan, who was still complaining, widened his eyes when he heard his good friend say this to the chief.

What shocked him even more was that the bureau chief actually agreed?

Wait, Bai Lang, who exactly are you? One phone call and the bureau chief promoted you to sergeant?

......

Wayne Manor, Bat Cave.

In front of a huge screen, Bruce Wayne was intently watching the images on the screen.

The video playing above shows the scene where Bai Lang, dressed in a Batman suit, wreaked havoc in the Red Rose Bar.

And the subsequent massacre before entering the Bane warehouse.

The video that followed was sent to his email by an anonymous person.

The video ends with the fake Batman carrying a gangster towards a warehouse.

"A reaction speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, a punching force of at least five tons, and even some unknown ability to sense enemies..."

Bruce Wayne frowned, analyzing the abilities of the Batman impersonating him frame by frame.

"Looks like it's time to start building an anti-Batman suit."

Chapter 12 Sheriff

Bai Lang stepped on the gas and drove the police car straight ahead onto the road.

The police car sped off, and in less than ten minutes, Bai Lang brought Ryan back to Gotham City Police Department from the Iceberg Club.

"White Waves!"

As soon as he entered the police station, Chief Gordon strode toward him.

Seemingly because of yesterday's case, he had dark circles under his eyes that almost covered his entire eye sockets, and his brown hair with some gray hair was lying on his forehead.

He seemed very weak, as if the recent series of major cases had left him physically and mentally exhausted.

“Every officer promoted to sheriff has a short promotion ceremony, during which a small press conference is held to announce to the whole city that our Gotham Headquarters has gained a few more sheriffs.”

As he walked, he led Bai Lang to the auditorium where the press conference was to be held.

Ryan stood behind them, watching their backs with envy in his eyes.

The two arrived at the auditorium, where more than a dozen reporters, whom Gordon had arranged to meet, were already eagerly waiting.

There were also three middle-aged men on the stage, who appeared to be the ones being promoted to police chief this time.

The ceremony wasn't originally scheduled for this day, but since Bai Lang had agreed, Gordon set the date for today.

Bai Lang stood among the group, with Gordon pinning the medal symbolizing his sheriff status to his chest.

After a brief oath-taking ceremony, the four of them went out to investigate the case.

The media outlets also rushed to report on Gotham's four newly appointed sheriffs, predicting a new order for Gotham City's security.

It was already 3 p.m. when they finished all this. After having lunch, before Gordon could assign officers to his subordinates, Bai Lang prepared to drive Ryan to the Iceberg Club in a police car.

He previously said he wasn't qualified to investigate the case, but now he wants to see if he's still qualified after being promoted to sheriff!

Just then, a voice from the side interrupted Bai Lang's thoughts.

"Are you still going to the Iceberg Club to investigate the 'Laughing Man' case?"

At the entrance of the temporary headquarters building, Bai Lang looked back and saw two white police officers, Hunter and White, standing behind him.

“We can’t let criminals get away with it forever, can we?” Bai Lang replied, glancing at the two of them.

Seeing that they were still going out to investigate, Hunter couldn't help but ask.

"Didn't you encounter the Joker this morning, or get kicked out by those three sheriffs, Ollie and the others?"

"You got kicked out, so what?" Bai Lang raised an eyebrow and asked him in return.

"You two officers were kicked out this morning, and you still want to go back this afternoon? Aren't you afraid those three sheriffs will cause trouble for you?"

A hint of fear appeared on White's face, as if he were recalling unpleasant memories.

Hunter nodded in agreement, clearly having been out investigating a case that morning and unaware of Bai Lang's promotion to sheriff.

"Who said I'm a police officer now?" Bai Lang shook his head, then led Ryan into the police car.

Hunter watched the departing police car, his mind replaying Bai Lang's words.

What did he mean by that?

"If he's not a police officer, did he get promoted to sheriff?"

“How is that possible?” White scoffed. “He wasn’t even on the list that was released earlier.”

However, when the two turned around, they saw on the television screen on the ceiling of the hall that Bai Lang was taking an oath and Chief Gordon was pinning the sheriff's medal on him.

"Is that the white wave from earlier?" Hunter looked at the screen on the TV, then turned to look in the direction the police car had gone.

"Is that so...?" White was starting to doubt his own life. The other person had only been a police officer for three years. How could he have become a sheriff now?

How can this be?

But that's the reality; the news of Bai Lang becoming sheriff was reported throughout Gotham City.

......

The police car sped along the road and soon arrived at the entrance of the Iceberg Club.

The second floor of the Iceberg Club.

The hall was bright and spacious, with smooth marble floors reflecting soft light.

A huge crystal chandelier sits in the center, and below it is a row of exquisite genuine leather sofas.

Around the sofa were several low coffee tables, on which were placed exquisite porcelain tea sets and fruit platters.

Oswald the Penguin is currently discussing matters with three sheriffs.

“The three sergeants have been cooperating with us for a long time. We hope you can help us with the young officer who died in our clubhouse.”

“That’s to be expected,” the portly Black policeman replied, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

"Officers, you can't go any further!"

Suddenly, a panicked voice came from outside the door.

Oswald the Penguin frowned and looked towards the doorway.

The door to the room slowly opened, revealing two figures: Bai Lang and Ryan.

“Officers, I remember I made it very clear that you are not qualified to investigate this case.”

The portly Sheriff Ollie immediately stood up, his face full of reprimand.

“We are currently working with Oswald to gather detailed clues about the Joker's whereabouts. If this delays the investigation, can you two take responsibility for it?!”

Beside him, the other two sheriffs and six officers also wore impatient expressions.

"How could you not be qualified?"

Bai Lang walked slowly forward, looking around at the police officers with a blank expression.