The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

"Damn! I thought the original owner of this body was a decent-living cop with ten thousand US dollars saved up, but I never expected that he would still be in such a huge debt?!"

Thinking of this, Bai Lang couldn't help but mutter a complaint.

If this 300,000 US dollars were converted into RMB, it would be more than 2 million.

Who is this kind-hearted person who transmigrated and ended up owing over two million?!

Fortunately, he still had an arcade and a Chinese restaurant, as well as a generous annual salary after becoming a sheriff.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to afford the $8,000 monthly loan.

After leaving the training ground, Bai Lang returned to the police station, where Susan and Ryan were chatting idly.

He checked the time; it was just time for dinner.

"It's getting late. Would you like to grab something to eat? I know a pretty good Chinese restaurant in the upper district. Would you like to try it?"

"Chinese food?"

Upon hearing Bai Lang's suggestion, Edward became interested. "Do you have Mapo Tofu? My roommate told me when I was in college that Mapo Tofu is delicious."

"By the way, who is Mapo? Is she a beautiful woman or something?"

Seeing that he was still asking questions, Bai Lang quickly turned to Ryan and the others.

And you?

"I heard that there are two different flavors of scrambled eggs with tomatoes: sweet and salty. Is that true?" Ryan also stood up, seemingly very interested in Chinese food.

"I guess you'll like it."

Bai Lang smiled and nodded, then led his five officers and a few other officers from the police station, a total of about ten people, to his Chinese restaurant.

The group walked past the sign for "Farmer's Chinese Restaurant" and went inside.

The restaurant was packed, with almost every seat occupied.

Several palace lanterns of various shapes hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire restaurant.

The walls were covered with red wallpaper with a gold peony pattern.

Gardner was about to walk over when he saw his boss, but when he saw the group of police officers behind his boss, he instinctively tried to avoid them.

Bai Lang led Ryan and the others to a random table and sat down.

He felt an unprecedented peace, the first time he had felt this way since he came into this world.

He knew very well what had brought it.

The immense power generated by the 20-volt current is enough to withstand the force of an ordinary bullet.

Edward and Ryan glanced at the menu, ordered a few dishes, and started chatting.

Bai Lang took advantage of the free time to go to the kitchen.

“Gardner, you said the other day how much money the restaurant made?” he asked as he walked over to Gardner.

"More than 11,000 US dollars. After deducting our living costs and the restaurant's monthly operating costs, we made a profit of more than 11,000 US dollars."

Gardner counted on his fingers: "By the way, boss, we've got a lead on how to defeat Wayne Enterprises."

"We plan to use the entertainment industry to overwhelm Wayne Enterprises."

"Also, that kid Mick has been tinkering with some kind of controlled nuclear fusion reaction lately. He says that once he gets this thing sorted out, he can surpass Wayne Enterprises."

Hearing that they were all working hard towards their goals, Bai Lang nodded with satisfaction.

These ordinary people joined gangs because they couldn't survive. Now that they have a legitimate job, they don't have to do illegal or criminal things.

“Great, but I need to pay off my student loan soon. Transfer eight thousand US dollars from my account. You can use the remaining few thousand dollars to take Mick and the others to have some fun and enjoy life.”

After saying that, he prepared to turn and leave.

"Oh, and don't forget to pay your taxes!"

Bai Lang didn't want the tax bureau to investigate him the next day.

Mapo tofu, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, hot and sour beef offal, stir-fried pork with chili peppers...

Several dishes that Bai Lang loved to eat in his previous life were neatly arranged on the table.

He picked up a piece of egg with his chopsticks and chewed it carefully.

The sweet and sour taste of tomatoes combined with the aroma of eggs exploded in my mouth, making Bai Lang nod in agreement.

How wonderful Gotham would be without those criminals and all those awful things.

After the meal, Bai Lang received a notification on his phone that eight thousand US dollars had been deposited into his account.

Gotham is always rainy at night, with a constant drizzle.

As Bai Lang passed by the street next to his home, he saw the old man with a child selling Mexican burritos at his stall.

However, he seemed to be in some trouble. Several tall, muscular black men were standing in front of his stall, arguing with him about something.

"Please, sir, I still have children to raise!" the old man pleaded.

But one of the black men opposite him put his hand directly into the box containing the money.

"Hey, old man, robbing you is doing you a favor, we're all unemployed too!"

Bai Lang's face darkened, and he drew his sidearm from his waist and quickly stepped forward.

"I suppose you guys don't like eating bullets, right? Damn it!"

The black men were stunned when they heard the voice.

The robber was about to hurl insults, but when he saw Bai Lang's height—a head taller than them—and his dragon-like muscles, he immediately backed down.

"Put the money back!" Bai Lang snapped.

It must be said that firearms are quite intimidating.

After returning the money, the Black men also paid for the burritos they were holding.

"Thank you so much, Officer Bai."

The old man's wrinkles gathered together, revealing an unsightly smile.

What flavor do you want? Chicken or bacon?

"It should be spicy, with chicken in it."

Bai Lang looked at the four-year-old child in the old man's arms. The child had his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and his little face was full of exhaustion.

"how much is it?"

"Uh...you don't need to pay, Officer Bai!"

Bai Lang glanced at the menu on the stall and then placed two US dollars on the other stall.

Then, turning around and grabbing his burrito, he ignored the old man's calls and went back to his rented room.

"I've never felt this relaxed before, not even after starting work in my previous life, which was always under constant high pressure..."

He lay in bed, watching the news playing on TV.

The male presenter, dressed in a suit and tie, stood near Arkham Asylum.

"Arkham Asylum has issued a warning regarding the Joker's escape, urging the public to be vigilant and aware of this mentally ill patient..."

......

Meanwhile, at the Taylor Street warehouse.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, appears for the first time wearing the Anti-Batman armor.

During the day, Commissioner Gordon's men discovered the Joker's severed face skin near Arkham Asylum.

So he just approached Gordon to inquire about Olivia, a survivor of the previous bombing.

But they learned that Olivia had been taken to the exit warehouse on Taylor Street by a guy who was suspected of being a perverted dismemberment criminal.

So he rode his Batmobile here.

But he noticed that a police car was parked outside the warehouse.

At the same time, a strong smell of blood was emanating from the warehouse.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, frowned, then stepped inside.

Chapter 26 The Sweating Second-Generation Clown

"...Arkham Asylum housed many patients with severe mental illnesses, and Dr. Arkham was the attending physician for all of them."

On the television screen, the male host walks into Arkham Asylum and meets Dr. Arkham, who is wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses.

He looked like an extremely ordinary middle-aged man.

Bai Lang sat on the bed, stimulating the friction of his internal cells while watching the news on TV.

He has now reached a level where he can withstand bullets. Unless it's a major crisis like the nuclear bomb the Joker planted last time, not much can hurt him.

Of course, there is still a very small chance that large-caliber sniper rifles, machine guns, and rocket launchers could injure Bai Lang.

But with his speed and unparalleled alertness, he wouldn't give anyone the chance to harm himself.

The electrical current within the body continued to increase.

[Electric current drives 200,000 volts] → [Electric current drives 202,000 volts]

"Dudududu..."

Before Bai Lang could even enjoy the peaceful moment, his phone on the table rang again.

"Alas, Gotham is always in trouble, and peaceful days are always short-lived."

Bai Lang sighed and answered the phone, "Hello? Sheriff Brock, what's up?"

The voice of a middle-aged man came from the other end of the phone; it was Brock, another police sergeant.

"Sheriff White Wave, Chief Gordon is dead. He was investigating the Joker bombing as part of a lead, but just now, we found Chief Gordon's mangled body in the Taylor Street warehouse."

Sheriff Brock's voice sounded somewhat anxious; after all, the murder of the police chief was a significant event for Gotham's police force.

Whether or not the real culprit can be found is crucial to the enthusiasm of all police officers investigating the case.