The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

"Think about it, what is your most essential self?"

The most essential thing?

Bai Lang carefully reflected on what his most essential qualities were.

Superpowers propelled by electricity?

This is just a skill, not my true nature...

Could it be that I've finally made up my mind?

His expression showed some surprise, and he tentatively asked, "Justice?"

Death smiled gently and asked him a question.

Do you consider yourself righteous?

Bai Lang wore an awkward smile. Although he couldn't be called absolutely righteous, he still had some conscience.

What is the true nature of oneself?

He continued to think.

For no apparent reason, a word slipped out of his mouth.

"Humans!"

A smile finally appeared on Death's face.

"Indeed, you are human, and you possess a portion of my authority. Would you like to visit the Mystic Realm?"

After seeing that Death acknowledged the name, Bai Lang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He shook his head. The Mystic Realm was a place only the dead went to.

Moreover, that place is outside the DC multiverse, so who knows if he can come out if he goes in?

"Alright." Death didn't force him to go when he saw that he didn't want to.

After all, she sensed that a portion of her authority had been diverted, which is why she appeared here.

Now, her incarnation is going to other places to guide the souls of the dead to the spirit world where they belong.

"I hope that when we meet next time, you will have grown up."

After uttering such a vague statement, the figure of death gradually faded and finally disappeared.

After the other person disappeared, Bai Lang finally felt relieved and looked at the spot where the other person had been sitting.

"Phew... how did we attract this big shot?"

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his heart pounding, and sat on the bed, recalling the scene that had just occurred.

"Human? My essence is human, so death recognizes me?"

......

A Chinese restaurant in a rural area.

It was already noon, and this restaurant in the uptown area had won the favor of many of Gotham's working-class people with its cheap prices and delicious exotic food.

In a nearby alley, several Black and white teenagers stood together.

Baker held the small note that Bai Lang had given him.

He glanced somewhat timidly at the bustling Chinese restaurant.

"Is this the place the officer was talking about?" a Black companion next to him asked.

Baker nodded: "This should be it."

"Can we really get jobs and survive?" the only girl asked.

Beck recalled Bai Lang's appearance from last night and said firmly, "It's definitely possible!"

Ten minutes later.

"So it was the boss who sent you here." Gardner looked at the note Baker handed him; the familiar handwriting on it was Bai Lang's.

These people all come from poor families, and some of them have even lost their parents.

Although it's unclear why they didn't go to the orphanage, it's obvious that the leader wanted to help them.

"What do you all do?" he asked the six children in front of him who had experienced the same thing as him.

“I can wash the dishes…” Baker said hastily.

“Before my parents died, I worked as a cashier for a while…” a Black man said.

"I......"

Except for the 13-year-old girl, the other five people all talked about their special skills and what jobs they had done.

Gardner looked at the little girl who seemed on the verge of tears.

He can understand the other person.

After all, if her parents and relatives hadn't met with misfortune, a thirteen-year-old girl should be in school at this age.

Gardner patted the child's head and comforted him, "It's okay, everyone has to grow up."

"Alright, come with me. Baker, put your gun away."

"I'll arrange jobs for you."

......

"Deathrattle is the ability to communicate with the dead, but currently in the DC universe, every dying being sees death at the moment of its death..."

Bai Lang walked along the road, carefully thinking about his newly acquired abilities.

"I'm fine using Deathrattle to communicate, but once I enslave the undead, death might come knocking."

He suddenly realized how useless the Deathrattle ability was in the DC universe at the moment.

"Should we try to please it? I wonder what Death likes..."

Under the intense friction of the cells in his body, Bai Lang suddenly felt a bit hungry.

"Never mind, I'll eat something before going to the police station."

He immediately prepared to walk towards the Chinese restaurant he had taken over.

But before he could go any further, Ryan approached him.

"Chief Bai Lang, we found a body in Crime Alley with its internal organs removed."

"Her internal organs were emptied?" Bai Lang asked in surprise.

Is it an organ trade by the mafia? Or have those man-eating monsters come out?

Bai Lang, accompanied by Ryan and the others, arrived at the scene where the body was discovered.

A human-shaped outline has been drawn on the ground with white lines.

Next to it lay the body of a boy dressed in gray with many patches.

The boy's eyeballs had been gouged out, and there was a huge gap in his abdomen through which it was clear that the inside was empty.

"Have you found out where this person is from?" Bai Lang asked, staring at the corpse with an unchanged expression.

“It seems to be from the Compassionate Orphanage…” Judith replied from the side.

"Orphans from the Compassionate Orphanage?" Bai Lang nodded.

"Maintain the scene, collect clues, and find the murderer."

......

The entrance to a farmhouse restaurant.

“Alfred, you know, I’ve always been interested in Chinese food.”

Alfred, standing nearby, chuckled, "Young Master Wayne, you should have come here a long time ago to enjoy the life of a playboy."

"Perhaps we should also bring Miss Charlotte along."

Bruce Wayne wasn't a good eater, but Alfred kept recommending the place to him after visiting once.

"If there's a chance, maybe next time. Let's try it together today and see how it tastes."

As soon as they sat down at the table, Alfred called out to Baker, who had just become a waiter.

Baker walked up to the two men, and looking at their distinguished attire and demeanor, he felt somewhat timid.

"Waiter, do you have a menu here?" Butler Afu noticed his discomfort and asked gently.

Baker nodded, then walked to the cashier and took the menu.

Perhaps because Chinese restaurants are so rare in Gotham, the business at the store is as good as ever.

Gardner and his team of eight were simply too busy to handle everything.

That's why Bai Lang gave Baker and his team a chance yesterday.

Moreover, he gained 2 ability points from this operation.

Bai Lang looked at the waiter who brought him the rice bowl; it was the same little girl who had asked him last night if he wanted to have some fun.

"What's your name?" Bai Lang asked the little girl in front of him.

"Molly." After placing the food on the table, the girl timidly slipped back into the kitchen.

Bai Lang ate while observing his surroundings.

Suddenly, his expression froze, as if he had seen something strange.

In his line of sight, he saw a white-clad male figure following behind the little girl Molly, seemingly saying something to her.

But Molly seemed not to hear anything.

He carefully carried the bowl, which was bigger than his face, toward Bruce Wayne and the others.

The white phantom appeared to be a middle-aged man, bearing a slight resemblance to Molly's face.

Bailang could hear what it was saying very clearly.

"Molly!"