The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

Back then, Bane released all the lunatics from Arkham Asylum, and Batman spent an entire night dealing with those supervillains.

He was exhausted.

But at the last moment, Bane suddenly appeared and smashed his back.

The boy in front of them exhibited the exact same characteristics as Bane: massive muscles, even superhuman strength, and the ability to stop bullets.

In this situation, could it be...?

A knowing glint flashed in Bruce Wayne's eyes; he had already guessed some of the identity of the boy in front of him.

"Irony, isn't it? Your old rival's son comes to rescue you, but his real purpose is to save the city of Gotham..."

Bai Lang's voice echoed softly in Bruce Wayne's ear.

Although Bruce Wayne was resolute, he was indeed somewhat swayed by those words.

After all, how ironic that Batman, a man of great stature, needs the help of supervillains to even move.

Thinking of this, he looked at Tone in front of him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

After thirty years of imprisonment, he is no longer the Bruce Wayne he once was.

Even after the deaths of Dick and Alfred, he kept thinking about one question.

That is, should we eliminate all the negative factors in Gotham City?

This is the question Bruce Wayne has been pondering for some time now.

Although the Angel of Death arrives every year, in his eyes, the Angel of Death cannot bring salvation to the city of Gotham.

"There's only one person who can save Gotham City... and that's me, Batman!" Bruce roared inwardly.

"Right? I also think you can save this city, so would you like to accept my power...?"

Bai Lang's seductive words still echoed in Bruce's mind.

"Take back Gotham City, which rightfully belongs to you..."

“I have help now, even though he is Bain’s son.”

Bruce remained steadfast in his refusal to be seduced by Bai Lang.

Bai Lang was not discouraged, after all, he could give Bruce the ability to be propelled by electricity whenever he wanted.

However, if Bruce Wayne himself is unwilling to accept this power, then the opponent will not be able to unlock greater potential.

Therefore, he needs Bruce Wayne to fully accept this power.

Even after experiencing utter despair and immense pain, they cling to this power as a lifeline!

......

"You're probably wondering where my tubes are...."

Tone slowly walked to Bruce's side and continued to help him dismantle the steel devices.

"Inside something else?" Bruce guessed.

Tone shook his head: "My body is naturally able to produce venom, most likely because my father used it too much, which infected his genes and affected me."

As he spoke, an excited smile appeared on his face.

"The idea of ​​Bane's son and the only Batman saving Gotham sounds amazing, doesn't it?"

Bruce sighed, "But what use is a head and a torso all I have left?"

"Don't worry, we were prepared for this long ago."

A mysterious smile appeared on Tone's blood-stained face.

A short while later, he carried Bruce Wayne, who had been mutilated into a human pig, and left the place through the sewers.

A foul stench emanated from the surroundings, but Bruce Wayne did not show any disgust.

When he was Batman, he often went into the sewers to deal with Killer Croc's underground empire.

Now he's very familiar with the taste of this place. Although it doesn't quite feel like home, it's at least much better than before.

"Have you seen him?" Bruce suddenly asked.

"Saint Bat?" Tone thought Bruce was referring to Jean Paul, the Angel of Death who now ruled all of Gotham.

After all, this guy's power was too great, and he was their common enemy, so Tone immediately thought of him.

But Bruce shook his head. "I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about your father."

Tone paused, a scene from her childhood flashing through her mind.

A muscular man wearing a black vest collapsed to the ground, while a scarlet bat, like an angel of death, plunged its longsword deep into the man's heart.

The beating heart gradually weakened, and bright red fluid continued to flow until the heart finally stopped.

"The Saint Bat found him when I was still young..."

Tone's tone was tinged with sadness, clearly indicating that his father, Bain, had been killed by the Angel of Death, Jean-Paul, at that time.

Bruce looked at the child in front of him with some surprise, and suddenly asked:

"And your mother..."

However, just as he was about to ask the question, a sharp pain shot through his brain.

Even Batman, in his prime, couldn't withstand this terrible pain.

"Ugh...ahhh..." he began to scream in agony.

"What's wrong? Wayne?" Tone was startled and quickly put Bruce Wayne on the concrete platform next to him.

This place is unlikely to be contaminated by the foul-smelling, dirty water from the sewers.

"How are you? Are you alright?" Tone asked anxiously.

After all, Bruce Wayne's haggard face had turned deathly pale, without a trace of color, making him look like a dead man.

"...It's...it's all over now," Bruce Wayne said, panting.

Perhaps because of the amputation by the Angel of Death, Jean Paul, his brain would experience severe pain every now and then.

This situation had been with him for many years, and Bruce Wayne always clearly remembered that it was everything Jean Paul had done to him.

"Does he really amputate your leg every year?"

Looking at Bruce Wayne, whose face was pale and whose expression was pained, Tone asked curiously.

"Of course, the Saint Bat won't hold back."

Bruce Wayne was being placed on his side on the ground, and the intense pain in his brain was slowly subsiding.

Just as the two were talking, a figure suddenly appeared behind Tone.

Then came a woman's voice.

"His former glory is gone. The Batman of yesteryear has become like this..."

Bruce looked over and saw a woman wearing a purple coat and tight pants standing in front of him.

"Hi Bruce."

"Shiva?" Bruce's expression changed slightly after seeing the person's appearance clearly.

The newcomer was none other than Ms. Shiva, the world's number one assassin and one of the world's strongest martial artists.

Long ago, Batman Bruce Wayne was defeated by his opponent many times.

Of course, after he was betrayed by Bane, he also sought out Ms. Shiva, but she refused to see him.

"Long ago, you sought my help, but I refused. Now, I will help you reclaim your city..."

Hearing his words, Bruce Wayne frowned and asked, "Why?"

"While not everyone can see this, it must be said that Gotham City has always been a beacon in your hands."

"...But when you fall, the city of Gotham falls with you, plunging into darkness."

Tone, standing to the side, roared indignantly, "What's more, the guy who harmed you like this also killed my father! I will fight him for the rest of my life!"

"For so many years, the Assassin's Guild has been planning this offensive, all for the purpose of liberating this city from the hands of the Saint Bat!"

Bruce's face darkened as he turned to look at the dark abyss of the sewers.

"Then you don't need me."

Although his tone was calm, the white waves attached to his body could clearly feel the darkness and anger in his heart.

Of course, there is also the desolation of the fallen knight.

The once invincible Batman, the playboy of Wayne Enterprises, has somehow become like this in the past thirty years.

Without hands or feet, with only a broken body and head, he was practically a useless person.

"If Gotham City opens its doors, and the whole world sees you fighting alongside us, then we can restore the backbone of this city..."

Ms. Shiva knelt down and said to Bruce, "This city will also welcome its sun, and we will have the power to repair your body..."

As she spoke, she took out a device containing gold nanobots and placed it next to Bruce.

"But... do you still possess the will to become the Batman this city needs?"

Bruce glanced at the two people in front of him, then at the nanobots on the ground.

Although he knew that using this device would allow him to regain his limbs, he would also be subject to the Assassin Brotherhood in the future.

This is not what he wanted to see, nor is it what the city of Gotham wanted to see.

At this moment, he seemed to have no choice but to accept the device or passively accept it.

This wasn't something he liked, nor was it Batman's style.

"Devil, are you...are you still there?"

Since someone wants to control him, he might as well sell his soul to the devil.

Then, in the darkness, save Gotham!

Chapter 190 This is impossible!!