The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

"The Court of Owls should be making some moves in the next few days. I estimate that the Kryptonian guys will be here soon."

"The impact will be far-reaching; I must become stronger..."

With that thought in mind, Bai Lang focused his gaze on the control panel.

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[Ability Value: 14 (Gained by creating fluctuations that affect the world)]

Looking at the 14 ability points on the panel, Bai Lang thought for a moment and decided how to allocate them.

The first step is the advancement in realm driven by electric current, with ten points of ability directly invested in this.

The cells inside Bai Lang's body rubbed together at high speed again, generating electric currents that rapidly converged into a terrifying current within his body.

[Electric current drives 300,000 volts] → [Electric current drives 320,000 volts]

The power within the body was further enhanced.

Immediately afterwards, he focused his attention on the power control on the panel.

[Ability Value: 4] → [Ability Value: 0]

[Level 1 Strength Control 85%] → [Level 2 Strength Control 25%]

In an instant, Bai Lang felt that not only had his senses become more acute, but even his mind seemed to have undergone a change.

The electrical currents within the body can also be divided into threads that spread throughout the entire body.

"I'm becoming more and more adept at controlling my power..."

Crackle!

Bai Lang extended his index finger, and golden-red electricity pulsed at his fingertip.

This current was not as thick as two fingers as before, but as thick as a small wooden stick with a diameter of half a centimeter.

This is the limit of what Bai Lang can control after mastering the power to level 2.

After tidying up the rented room, Bai Lang took a hot shower.

Gotham is a rainy place, and it gets really uncomfortable if you don't shower every day.

Not to mention that Bai Lang's cells metabolize dozens of times faster than those of an average person.

The sound of running water kept coming from the bathroom.

Under the cool white light, the showerhead dripped water onto the statue-like, robust body.

Bai Lang stood motionless under the showerhead.

Only after I felt completely better did I walk to the sink.

The sink was made of tiles, with toiletries placed on the white tiles, and above that was a mirror of moderate size.

The mirror surface was smooth, reflecting the white waves.

Standing at 1.98 meters tall, with massive, muscular muscles, his body resembled a giant dragon coiled around it.

If you look closer, you can see Bai Lang's deep features and slightly sharp eyebrows and eyes.

He would be considered incredibly handsome in any country.

"If I hadn't time-traveled, I'd probably have several kids by now. It's just a shame I ended up in this godforsaken place, Gotham..."

He looked at himself in the mirror and laughed at himself.

If this hadn't happened, I probably would have married my girlfriend long ago...

After taking a shower, he went to the Chinese restaurant and the arcade to see how things were going and if any guys were trying to cause trouble.

Fortunately, Gotham is orderly during the day.

Nothing major happened.

During the White Waves period, I also went to check out the Night Ravens.

Two wealthy men stood on the side of Park Street, with two supercars parked beside them.

"Fuck! Which pickled radish stole my newly bought cigarettes?"

"Shit! They even stole something so worthless. Looks like it's time to replace our car windows with bulletproof glass..."

Just then, a little boy dressed in tattered clothes, with messy hair and a slightly pale face, walked past the two of them.

"Kid, did you and your accomplices steal our things?" One of the portly rich men, Jackson, grabbed the little boy and asked with a ferocious expression.

"I'm telling you, I'd rather give my stuff to a dog than to poor people like you!!"

Ignoring his companions' attempts to stop him, he threw the little boy to the ground, cursed him a few more times, and then got into his car and drove away.

Bai Lang walked to the little boy's side. He recognized him as a member of the Night Raven Gang.

The boy was rubbing his leg, his eyes filled with envy as he looked at the luxury cars, but when he looked at his own clothes, he felt disappointed.

Bai Lang sighed, touched his messy hair, and the electric current even electrocuted more than a dozen lice.

In recent days, the Night Raven gang has been stealing expensive cigarettes, bags, and jewelry from the luxury cars of the wealthy.

Even if the stolen goods are sold at a lower price, they can still afford to eat bread and porridge three times a day.

Furthermore, Harley has already started helping some people quit drugs, but this is not an easy task.

Time passed quickly, and night fell, thanks to the rapid friction between the cells.

Surprisingly, it's not raining in Gotham tonight.

The pale, round moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the night with a bright, brownish-yellow hue.

It was just like the end of the world in myths and legends.

As night fell, Bai Lang, just like the night before, wore his Batman suit and stood atop Wayne Tower, overlooking the entire city.

Batman Bruce Wayne's cape is made of a special material that allows him to glide.

But Bai Lang's was just an ordinary piece of cloth.

However, he can attach electric current to cloth, making it incredibly hard, allowing him to glide through the sky like the real Batman.

"This is probably why the poor rely on mutations, while the rich rely on technology..."

White waves glide through the sky, and I can't help but think of that.

After gliding in the sky for a while, he saw several dark figures rushing below.

That speed was at least significantly faster than the fastest athlete in my previous life.

It has almost reached the level of eight seconds for 100 meters.

But ahead of them, Bai Lang saw dozens of identical deaths appear there.

Death generally only occurs at the time of birth and death.

Now that dozens of deaths have occurred at the same time, it means that at least dozens of people died at the same time!

Thinking of this, Bai Lang's expression froze, and he immediately rushed towards that place.

The abandoned Gotham Mercy Hospital.

Several male and female corpses lay on the ground, their crimson, viscous blood splattered everywhere.

A stench reminiscent of rusty blood mixed with the foul smell of sewers permeated the air.

Bai Lang looked around at least dozens of corpses lying on the ground, and sixteen ragged ghosts following the dead.

These spirits were all low-income residents from the neighborhood who came here after hearing that someone was recruiting workers.

During economic downturns, one job can support two adults.

But they never expected that this was a trap. Instead of work, they were met with a monster that brutally murdered them all.

"I was only sixteen years old, and I'm already dead..."

"I want to kill him! Let me go back! I want to kill him!"

"Waaaaah... I have three children at home, what will happen to them if I die...?"

"..."

Bai Lang listened to the voices of the dead around him—some were crying, some were cursing, and some were worried about their children at home.

My previously calm heart was suddenly filled with a strange sense of irritation.

He slowly turned his head and saw a tall figure next to him picking his teeth.

His face was expressionless, but a hint of violence gradually emerged in his clear black and white eyes.

......

As one of the claws of the Court of Owls, Ross and his companions have been sent today to assassinate Killer Croc.

Due to his professional habits as an assassin, he knew everything about Killer Croc.

The opponent possesses superhuman strength, capable of easily lifting objects weighing two tons.

Its skin is as tough as armor, capable of withstanding most bullets and high-caliber weapons.

It can also heal wounds quickly and even regrow lost limbs.

Their sense of smell and hearing are far superior to those of ordinary people, not to mention that killer crocodiles are even more extraordinary underwater.

According to the information he received, Killer Croc would be committing atrocities at Gotham Mercy Hospital today.

That was also the purpose of his trip: to find evidence of Killer Crocodile's crimes and then assassinate him.

The two moved slowly and silently through the ventilation duct.

Ross was completely shrouded in a dark cloak, so black that its true outline was difficult to discern.

His face was covered by an exquisite mask with an owl pattern carved on it.

His eyes gleamed with a cold, eerie light through the mask, like a ghost walking in the night.

Killer Croc is much stronger than the average person, so he needs to act with caution.

Boom! !