The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

Ryan looked at the screen and explained, "The statistics are from several years ago and haven't been updated in a long time, so you can't find any information about the person you're looking for."

Bai Lang nodded, intending to turn and leave, but then, as if possessed, asked, "How many people in Gotham lose their jobs each year?"

Ryan continued searching on the computer, and soon the screen was filled with densely packed photos of men and women of all kinds.

“There are probably more than seven thousand people,” he said.

Bai Lang remained silent, keeping the information in mind, before turning and leaving the police station.

He began to suspect that Mike might be dead, but when he asked John, the other man's face showed an incredibly firm expression.

“He’s definitely not dead. I can sense that he’s still alive. Please, Chief Bai Lang.”

Bai Lang had no choice but to trust the other party.

But finding one person in a city with 30 million people is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, he had already figured out a way to find the other party.

......

Gotham is always damp and dark at night.

Accompanied by the incessant drizzle, several figures quickly walked forward along the road.

In the dark sky, a bat-shaped beam of light pierced through the clouds, illuminating the entire night sky.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, wearing his newly upgraded Anti-Batman armor, stands atop the tallest building, Wayne Tower, overlooking the entire Gotham City.

Recently, Gotham seems to be calm and peaceful. The second Joker seems to have disappeared, and the Court of Owls has not made any further moves.

The Scarecrow was also recaptured and sent back to Arkham Asylum because of him.

But in the last battle on Arkham Island against those claws, Black Mask Roman Theonis and Mudface Basso Caro escaped.

To this day, he has not found the whereabouts of these dangerous individuals.

As for that fake Batman, he had only seen him in footage from the security cameras at the train station.

Nothing major happened in Gotham; everything... seemed like the calm before the storm.

He has to protect everything in Gotham.

Just as he was about to fly down from Wayne Tower, he suddenly heard a notification sound.

Bruce Wayne frowned and activated the multi-functional communicator inside his helmet.

A text message from an unfamiliar address suddenly appeared on his iris.

He couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

No one knew this classified number except Gordon.

I know you've been looking for me lately. Help me find someone, and I'll give you what you want.

Next came an old photo and an ordinary name.

Looking at the photos that had been sent, Batman Bruce Wayne immediately contacted his butler Alfred, who was far away in the Batcave.

"Alfred, help me find this man named Mike Benjamin."

Upon receiving the news, the butler, Afu, immediately began searching for Mike's information in the database collected by Wayne Building.

Not long after, Bruce Wayne sent over the information he had found.

"He lives in the abandoned No. 3 unfinished building on Park Street."

Tell me, where are you?

Another message came from the other end.

Guess this riddle; if you answer correctly, I'll tell you where I am.

"The Riddler?" Batman Bruce Wayne immediately thought of this mentally ill patient who liked to make people guess the answers to riddles.

Even he had to admit that this was a very smart person, but unfortunately, the other person used his intelligence in the wrong way.

Before he could reply, another message appeared before his eyes.

I was rolling around in the alley, with several holes in my body. What am I?

"A boring riddle." Besides being incredibly wealthy, Batman Bruce Wayne's greatest strengths are deduction and strategy.

It can roll on the ground and has several holes, so it's obviously a bowling ball.

In just a moment, he sent over the answer he had in mind.

[The answer is wrong, you guessed incorrectly!]

"Wrong?" Bruce Wayne frowned as he looked at the message in front of him.

"If it's not bowling, then what is it?" He had no doubt about the answer he had come up with.

"It can roll, and it has several holes, could there be something else inside?"

His brain began to race, considering the possibility of other answers.

But just a few seconds later, he received another message.

The correct answer is... Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, stood silently atop the highest point of Gotham, motionless like a statue, letting the cold rain lash his body.

He clenched his fists, his eyes seemingly bloodshot, staring intently at the answer before him.

'Riddler, you'd better pray I never find you...'

Since the riddle-maker was looking for this person, he kept an eye on him until the riddle-maker finally appeared, and then...

......

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Bai Lang ignored the blue notification box in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the message from Batman Bruce Wayne.

"It's over on Park Street?"

He vaguely remembered that unfinished building; the Night Raven gang he had investigated last time was located in that unfinished building.

Upon receiving the news, he returned to his residence.

John had just returned from outside and was huddled awkwardly in a corner, covered with the blanket that Bai Lang had given him.

Even though his body was so cold that he couldn't feel anything, he still refused to sleep in Bai Lang's bed.

Even on his deathbed, this old man didn't want to trouble others for even a moment longer.

"Sigh... Sheriff Bailang, do you think I'll really be able to see Mike one last time?"

He was somewhat discouraged. For the past few days, he had been taking the photos to various streets in Gotham and asking around.

But what I got in return was either disdainful looks or angry curses.

He had been used to these things since he was young.

Despite searching for so many days, they still haven't found a trace of Mike.

It was as if his own son had vanished into thin air.

Did he travel to other cities along the way?

John shook his head inwardly, dismissing the guess.

He could sense that his son was there.

"..."

Bai Lang looked at him, about to say that he had found Mike, but then stopped himself in his throat.

He could tell that the old man in front of him had unrealistic fantasies about his son.

But since they live in that unfinished building, it means they are from the lower rungs of Gotham.

The truly bottom-tier, those who don't even have a decent job.

He had done his research when he asked Ryan to help him investigate people.

During the economic downturn, Gotham lost more than 7,000 jobs last year.

Due to unemployment, disability, and other reasons, a total of 5,689 people joined various gangs in order to survive.

This is a terrifying number, and it doesn't even include those who have joined several gangs at the same time.

If you include those who have multiple gang affiliations, the number would be even greater.

Many of them had once looked down on gangs, but joined them for survival.

Even so, only about twenty gangs in the entire Gotham City have fixed assets that can support a number of people.

Many others, like the Night Ravens, are like refugees in a camp, only able to snatch what originally belonged to them from the hands of the rich.

Nevertheless, they also face police crackdowns and are caught up in battles between ambitious figures and Batman, where they die.

Bruce Wayne's Wayne Group does indeed provide annual assistance to some homeless people who have lost both parents.

But how much of this funding will actually reach those who truly need it?

Just like the Wayne Foundation previously funded Scarecrow's child welfare projects.

But it was later revealed that Jonathan Klein, the Scarecrow, had embezzled all the funding and used it to develop fear gas.

He sighed inwardly and comforted the dejected John, saying, "I've found some clues and we'll be able to find Mike soon."

Chapter 48 The Chase (Please read on!)

"Have you heard from Mike?" John's voice trembled slightly.

A hint of joy appeared on his face, and then he asked excitedly, "Chief Bai Lang, you saw him?"

Bai Lang looked at the old man in front of him, whose hair was white and whose face was covered with wrinkles.

The other person's smile seemed to have made him feel slightly happier.

"No, but we already have a general idea of ​​the area."