The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

But thinking about the death he had just witnessed and the abilities he had just gained, Bai Lang did not lose heart.

"I've found the best way to gain ability points..."

Bai Lang let out a long sigh and looked up at the scene before him.

Dark clouds hung over the city, and dim light shone through gaps in the clouds onto the tall buildings.

Beside the skyscrapers, lights shone brightly, singing and dancing filled the air, and revelry reigned.

At the base of the building, at the end of the cement and asphalt road, low and dilapidated houses are clustered together, and coughs and cries can be heard from time to time.

Wisps of smoke drifted from the low wooden houses into the alleys nearby.

The dull thuds of hitting and cursing, mixed with sobs, echoed from the alleyway.

"This is Gotham the fuck right now."

Bai Lang withdrew his gaze, took a step forward, and walked resolutely towards Park Street.

Chapter 34 Two Batmen

Inside the empty training ground.

After Bai Lang's last test, the training ground is completely new today.

"Sea Tiger Explosive Fist!"

Crackle!

Bai Lang swung his fist, red arcs of electricity flashing on his right arm, his muscles bulging wildly from the intense stimulation.

A strong gust of wind swirled and slammed against the wall.

"The core of the Sea Tiger Explosive Fist is to inject one's own punching power and strength into the opponent's body through the fist, causing huge damage inside."

Bai Lang carefully assessed his own strength.

"Without using martial arts techniques, my strength is around sixty tons..."

"The core of this martial art is closely related to the rotation of magnetic fields. I am currently only at the level of electric current propulsion, and I cannot yet unleash its full power."

"Not to mention that after mastering electromagnetism, one can break through to a certain level and master gravity, as well as the four great forces of the universe."

"Then I won't have to be afraid of that Barbatos guy anymore..."

Bai Lang took off his clothes, revealing his strong, muscular physique, and then began to exercise using the most primitive methods.

A dense red light enveloped his entire body, and red electricity stimulated his body to the maximum extent during his exercise.

At the same time, the white waves also control the cells to rub against each other, generating an electric current.

Time passed by, and before we knew it, it was evening.

After a day of cultivation, the electrical current within Bai Lang's body experienced another breakthrough.

[Electric current drives 204,000 volts] → [Electric current drives 206,000 volts]

Bai Lang returned to the police station from the training ground.

Ryan and his team happened to be driving back in their police car.

“I got a few tickets today, but they were all for poor people…” Ryan complained.

"Then why don't you go cause trouble for those rich people?" Susan retorted from the side.

"No thanks, I don't want to get a complaint." Ryan shook his head.

Judith and Markm sat blankly beside her, seemingly lost in thought.

Edward looked at them and smiled: "Young men, don't make things difficult for yourselves with that little salary."

Bai Lang stood to the side, his cells rapidly rubbing together to restore his strength, while his gaze was fixed on his blue control panel.

Name: Bai Lang

Lifespan: 23/120

[Abilities: Level 1 Gun Mastery (71%), Level 1 Strength Control (85%), Electric Current Propulsion (206,000 Volts/500,000 Volts) (Advanced Ability: Magnetic Field Rotation), Death Words (Possesses partial authority over death, can see the dead, talk to the dead, enslave the dead, enter the spirit world)]

[Ability Value: 8 (Gained by creating fluctuations that affect the world)]

[You can spend 50 ability points to draw other abilities or unlock a feature]

Looking at the newly acquired Deathrattle ability on the panel, Bai Lang tried to inject the ability value into it.

However, the ability value did not disappear, and the ability itself did not change.

The Deathrattle ability has no level and no other description.

It seems this ability is fixed...

I also gained some ability points when I helped Calvin deliver a message to Molly.

This is much more acceptable to Bai Lang than simply relying on killing to gain ability points.

Although the people he killed were all damned, he didn't enjoy the feeling of killing.

That was merely self-defense, except for the time with Deathstroke.

“Chief Inspector White Wave, someone wants to cooperate with us,” Judith suddenly said.

Bai Lang came to his senses and realized that everyone in the room was staring at him.

"Who are you? From the gang?" he asked.

Judith glanced at the reactions of the people around her.

Ryan and Susan looked at her and Markm beside her with a puzzled expression, seemingly curious.

Edward, however, showed an understanding expression.

He had encountered this situation when he was young. After all, police officers also need to eat. With only a meager salary, they struggled to make ends meet, making it difficult to maintain their original aspirations.

Judith nodded: "There's a gang called Night Ravens over there. They're trying to steal things from rich people's cars to sell for money."

"They said they could split the profits 50/50 with us."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head.

After all, while it's not uncommon for Gotham's police to cooperate with gangs, it's still somewhat shameful to talk about it openly.

Bai Lang asked, "What's their leader's name?"

"Eli Strange".

Bai Lang pondered the name carefully, but when he realized he wasn't familiar with the person, he shook his head.

"Ignore them for now; I need to observe for a while."

After glancing at the time, he told Ryan and the others to leave work.

Gotham's nights are always overcast.

As Bai Lang walked along the road, his body's cells were rapidly rubbing against each other.

As he walked, he looked up at the scene before him.

The gloom that shrouded the city lingered for a long time, and the glass curtain walls of the high-rise buildings reflected the faint moonlight, which shone on the side streets.

The streetlights along the path were dim, barely illuminating a small area. A few figures hurried past, each with a hint of wariness in their eyes.

The sounds of fighting and screams echoed through the alley, and police sirens pierced the night sky from time to time, but they always seemed to arrive at the places most in need of help very late.

call! !

A soft sound suddenly rang out behind Bai Lang.

He quickly turned around and saw a figure in a black bodysuit appear in front of him.

Sharp claws tore through the airflow and then gripped Bai Lang's chest tightly.

The sharp claws that could normally crush cement and stone blocks seemed to be blocked by a solid wall.

Just as the person in front of him was about to grab his head again, Bai Lang's internal current surged, stimulating the acupoints on the person's neck, instantly knocking the person unconscious.

After the person fell to the ground, Bai Lang finally realized that the person in front of him was none other than the catwoman he had seen a few days ago.

There seemed to be a few tears still on her face; it was unclear what had happened.

Catwoman Selena woke up quickly and looked at Bai Lang, still somewhat shaken.

“You don’t look well, Ms. Selena,” Bai Lang asked as he saw her wake up.

"What happened?" Catwoman Selena felt as if her head had been hit several times with an iron bar, and the pain was unbearable.

"You were scratching at me a few times when you were out of your mind, and you tore my clothes to shreds..." Bai Lang said, pointing to the scratches on his chest.

"Hmm... I remember meeting Batman, who helped me undo the effects of the Scarecrow's fear gas... and then..."

Catwoman Selena's face was contorted in pain, her mind a jumbled mess of thoughts due to the agony.

"...printing factory..."

Before she could finish speaking, Catwoman Selena fainted.

Bai Lang picked her up, pondering the current time.

Given the current situation, if Catwoman was poisoned by Fear Gas, it's likely that the antidote sample for Scarecrow's Fear Gas was stolen.

If I'm not mistaken, Scarecrow should now ask Batman to help him retrieve the sample.

Moreover, Night of the Owls is just around the corner, and when the Court of Owls' claws try to assassinate Dr. Arkham, Batman will be the one to save him.

He was hiding from the surveillance cameras and running home at a speed of 100 meters per second.

After placing Catwoman Selena on his bed, Bai Lang put on the newly made Batman suit.

With his resilient physique and formidable defense, no pistol could harm him this time, except for heavy firepower.

He needs to become stronger.

The black figure sped away into the distance, tearing through the air and leaving afterimages.

An abandoned newspaper printing factory on Qijiang Road.

The agile Batman, grappling with a hook, moved around the house.