The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

He took a deep breath, and the aroma of rice mixed with the fragrance of eggs and beef filled his nostrils.

John swore it was the best-smelling and best-tasting Mexican fried rice he had ever eaten.

But the young man in front of me said it had another name.

"I learned to make fried rice with eggs in my hometown. Although I added a little beef, it is still fried rice with eggs."

Just like how, even though I awakened the superpower of magnetic field rotation, I am still a good person.

Bai Lang sat opposite John, looking at the man who appeared mature but was actually in his forties.

“My place is small, I'm sorry to trouble you, John.”

John gave a genuine smile.

"Thank you, Sheriff Bai Lang. Having a place to rest is enough. Thank you so much."

He scooped the egg fried rice from the bowl with a spoon.

The rice grains are golden, coated in sauce, mixed together with diced sausage and beef.

But he didn't seem to see tomatoes, avocados, or other common toppings for Mexican fried rice on it.

However, for an old man who is penniless and far from home, having a place to stay and a meal to fill his stomach is the greatest blessing.

He dared not ask for too much; fate had been kind enough to him.

John ate, then seemed to remember something, and took out the small blue leather notebook he had been writing in and a pen.

A rustling sound rang out as he ate while jotting down some notes in his notebook.

"You're from Metropolis, so why did you come to Gotham? It's much more chaotic here than Metropolis," Bai Lang asked.

At this time, Zod's Kryptonian ships had not yet arrived on Earth, and the laws and order in Metropolis were much better than in Gotham.

"Cough cough..." John seemed to be eating too fast, so much so that he almost choked.

"Eat slowly, no rush." ​​Bai Lang handed him a glass of water.

In his field of vision, Death, entirely black and white, was also sitting at this table, eating the same fried rice as John.

"It tastes pretty good. You're a great cook, little brother."

After taking a bite, Death's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise it.

Bai Lang ignored her, because John seemed oblivious to the death that was lurking around him.

He was afraid of frightening the old white man.

Perhaps because he had spent so much time with death, he even felt a slight pang of sympathy for those who were about to die.

John took a sip of water, felt a little better, and began to explain his purpose in coming to Gotham.

"I've come to find my son."

“He came to Gotham from Metropolis when he was seventeen and has been working hard ever since. I haven’t seen him for seven years and I want to see him one last time.”

"Let's see how he's been doing all these years. Has he grown taller or stronger? Has he gotten a girlfriend...?"

As he spoke, he seemed to realize that he had said a bit too much.

John smiled apologetically at Bai Lang: "Sorry, I just tend to talk more unconsciously as I get older."

Bai Lang knew that this was probably John's last wish.

Do you have his name and photo? I'll try to find him for you.

John was stunned by what he heard, as if he were hallucinating.

"Chief Bai Lang, what did you just say?"

“I told you I’d help you find him.”

"Who?"

"Your son."

After confirming that he was not hallucinating, John once again showed a devout smile, while his eyes reddened slightly.

"Thank you, Inspector Bai Lang, thank you so much, I don't know how to repay you..."

Fate was truly kind to him; in the final stage of his life, he unexpectedly encountered another good person.

A truly good person.

He took out the photos he had treasured for seven years from the package.

That was a photo of John and his son Mike before he left.

“Mike, Mike Benjamin, my son.”

Bai Lang took the photo; it had long since yellowed due to its age.

Above are two men who look somewhat alike. The one on the left is taller and older than the one on the right, and looks a lot like John when he was young.

The person on the right looked very young and was rather thin, but his eyes were full of disdain and naivety.

......

After settling John in at his home, Bai Lang came out again, dressed in his Batman suit.

The sparse drizzle continued to fall, seemingly without end.

Bai Lang released the undead Niki from his wrist.

Niki was released and began to wander around.

"Batman, why did you let me out? Where's Catwoman?" Her face showed curiosity, and her eyes kept looking at Bai Lang's body.

There, granite-like muscles were embedded, radiating a strange magnetic field.

Fearing she would continue to press him, Bai Lang immediately activated his magnetic field to cover her entire soul.

"Nikki, aren't you going to help them fulfill their last wish?"

"I have now strengthened your soul power, so go now."

The elixir of the soul!

Niki felt something strange flowing into her soul body, and her face, which was made of soul, grew hotter and hotter.

When you feel weak all over, even your soul feels weak.

"Emmm, yes!" she couldn't help but hum softly.

Bai Lang looked at the undead Niki in front of him with a puzzled expression. He didn't know what had happened, but it seemed that charging the undead must be quite enjoyable.

She found that her soul was becoming increasingly solidified and was even able to subtly influence reality.

"Then I'm leaving." She knew that Bai Lang could call her back at any time, so she instantly drifted away into the distance.

But the next instant, Niki, who had been floating a hundred meters away, reappeared in front of Bai Lang.

"By the way, could you also help me find this person? His name is Mike."

Bai Lang showed the photo to Niki, and then rushed into a nearby alley.

With the support of a magnetic field rotating at 10,000 horsepower, his hearing can now detect sounds within a radius of three kilometers.

However, under normal circumstances, Bai Lang does not need to receive all of these voices.

However, just now, he heard some strange noises coming from the alley, which seemed to be a murder.

When he rushed there, he saw two well-dressed men with slicked-back hair repeatedly stabbing a man in the abdomen.

Anyone who has killed people knows that to properly kill someone, the best technique is nine shallow stabs followed by one deep stab.

This method is neither too powerful nor too weak, just enough to kill.

Upon seeing Bai Lang's black Batman-clad figure appear before them, the two men immediately panicked.

"Batman? What's he doing here?"

Bai Lang stared blankly at the two well-dressed men.

He recognized the two men as the same ones who had previously driven a luxury car and angrily cursed people on Park Street.

He still remembers what one of the rich men named Jackson said.

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

Although it wasn't said to him, it made him feel very sad.

Some things have led these people to believe that the rich and the poor are two different kinds of beings...

"Sigh..." He suddenly sighed, looking at the spirit of the middle-aged man following behind the death.

Without saying a word, he simply raised his hand and aimed it at the two panicked men, and the force of the magnetic field crushed them into a pool of blood.

[Ability Value +2]

As the two men fell, two more undead appeared in front of the man who had just been killed.

The three undead immediately tangled together and started fighting again.

Death's face showed a hint of helplessness.

"Some lives, even in death, are unaware of how precious life is..."

Bai Lang had no interest in looking at them; he knew that all three of them had prominent social status and wealth.

But that had nothing to do with him; he was simply following his own nature.

He believed that murderers should pay with their lives, a matter of course, and he had his own set of standards for judgment.

Chapter 47 Gotham's True Underbelly (Please Read On!)

Time flies.

The next morning, Bai Lang planned to have Ryan check Mike's information in the police department's system.

Even with Gordon, a man of great sense of justice, becoming the chief, the police department's statistics remained pitifully scarce.

Ryan sat in front of the computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

However, the person Bai Lang was looking for was still not in the personnel statistics system.