The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

And so, under the horrified gazes of Batman, Bruce Wayne, and Commissioner Gordon—

Rumble!!

A tremendous roar resounded.

With a deafening roar, a terrifying force acted upon the entire building.

The immense force caused the reinforced concrete building to crack inch by inch.

The building... collapsed.

The magnetic field spun wildly, embedding the second Joker entirely into a huge concrete pit.

But he was still alive, still breathing.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, quickly explained to Commissioner Gordon beside him:

"Chief Gordon, immediately take men and evacuate all residents of this building!"

Commissioner Gordon stared in disbelief at the two Batmen in front of him, one of whose armor seemed to be constantly regenerating like some kind of viscous liquid.

The other one was even more terrifying; it collapsed the entire building with a single punch.

Seeing that he still couldn't kill the clown, Bai Lang grabbed his foot with one hand, then bent his legs, and under the influence of the magnetic field, his whole body turned into a blur.

Seeing this, Batman Bruce Wayne flashed forward and was about to give chase.

Looking at the dark figure ahead, his heart sank, and he gained a clearer understanding of the fake Batman's strength.

It turns out that the strength the other party had previously revealed was just the tip of the iceberg, far from being his full strength.

He even thought that by making his armor perform 50 percent better than the intelligence, he could subdue his opponent.

But no one expected that this fake Batman would have such powerful abilities.

Despite pushing his speed to the limit, the distance between him and the dark figure continued to grow.

Before long, Bai Lang's figure disappeared from his sight.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, stopped and stood atop the tallest building, Wayne Tower.

The fake Batman had disappeared with the second Joker, and even the heavy surveillance cameras he had set up couldn't capture their presence.

His gaze fell on the bustling street below, his face grim and his brows furrowed.

But in an instant, the furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

He had only seen the Riddler.

......

Bai Lang locked the second-generation clown, who had been reduced to a pile of minced meat, in a room in the previously abandoned factory.

Then, several three-centimeter-thick steel nails were inserted into the other person's limbs.

He pinned him firmly to the wall, rendering the clown completely immobile.

"Heh...looks like you can't do anything to me. Haha, Super Batman..."

The second-generation Joker looked at Bai Lang's behavior and revealed a wild and unrestrained smile.

Bai Lang glanced at him, a look of pity in his eyes: "I hope that when I come back, you bastard will still be able to laugh."

Physical torture is ineffective against an unkillable madman like the Joker.

Then he remembered what he had overheard at the Bane Gang a few months earlier.

There's even the second male disciple among the Sea Tigers, and the most terrifying ultimate insult.

A strange look flashed in Bai Lang's eyes, making the clown feel a little uneasy.

But in an instant, he laughed again.

He's a madman. What could possibly frighten a madman?

Chapter 53 Their skills were all astounding! (Edited)

After locking the clown in the abandoned factory, Bai Lang returned to the Chinese restaurant.

The Chinese restaurant was reduced to ruins, and Gardner and Molly died in the explosion.

John, who came from the Metropolitan, also lost an arm in the explosion and died instantly.

Bai Lang could see several white undead, but they were already following death, preparing to head to the mysterious realm.

He had no way to save these people.

My eyes hurt, and I felt a strange unease in my heart.

Mick and his friends also came from the arcade next door to the Chinese restaurant and pieced together the bodies of Gardner and Molly.

"Sir Ollie, these bodies don't need to be brought back to the station."

Bai Lang spoke to Ollie, the fat black sheriff who was directing the officers to carry the body.

His low voice lowered the surrounding air pressure slightly.

Sheriff Ollie turned to look at the other person and found that it was the young sheriff who had spoken rudely to the penguin.

And this person seems to have a very good relationship with Chief Gordon.

He immediately gave a forced, insincere smile.

"Chief Bai Lang, these corpses are all evidence. We'll need them to find the Second Joker later..."

He was interrupted by Bai Lang before he could finish speaking.

"I'm in a bad mood today. They were all my friends who died. Please give me some face and let them be buried in peace."

Sheriff Ollie wanted to say something more, but Bai Lang's eyes seemed to be filled with the rage of a lion.

There was a lion in his eyes, staring intently at Ollie.

It seemed that if he had just said no, the lion would have devoured him completely, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Sheriff Ollie shuddered, unable to utter the words of refusal he was about to say.

"Chief Bai...Chief Bai Lang, their bodies are now yours."

Bai Lang nodded, and his furrowed brows finally relaxed.

Ryan had already received Bai Lang's orders and drove over in a police car.

"Chief Bai Lang, what's the matter?"

Bai Lang leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Help me find a place to bury these corpses..."

"Also... help me find information on a few people; I need them to help me interrogate criminals."

"Remember! You must find someone whose skills will amaze everyone."

Upon hearing Bai Lang's order, Ryan looked at him with surprise.

He couldn't help but feel a moment's sympathy for the man who was about to be interrogated.

Looking at the ruins of the Chinese restaurant and the bodies of Gardner, Molly, and old John, among others.

He ultimately failed to fulfill old John's last wish, and he couldn't even ensure that Molly and Baker could live a good life.

Bai Lang's brows twitched slightly as he suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

I endured it all, still just endured it all.

But is this feeling something that can be forced to endure?

"Are you Sheriff Bai Lang?"

Suddenly, a weak voice came from behind him.

Bai Lang turned his head and saw a pale face appear in front of him.

With sunken eyes and a lifeless gaze, he was none other than Mike, the former drug addict.

“This is my father John’s will. He said there was a copy for you.”

A small, plain blue notebook was handed to Bai Lang; the cover was already full of creases.

"mine?"

Bai Lang was slightly taken aback. Didn't John say that this will was written for his son?

Why is there a portion for myself?

He took the small blue leather notebook that Mike handed him.

The first page contains the inscription "Presented to Chief Inspector Bai Lang".

He continued scrolling down.

"My name is John Benjamin, and I am..."

......

This young man is a good person, the second best person I have ever met in my life.

The first one is my father.

Why do you say that?

My father gave me life and raised me when my mother abandoned me.

And in this young man's eyes, I saw a hidden light—the kindness of humanity.

The fried rice he made was a bit bland; I wonder if it's because my sense of taste is starting to fail.

But it's still the best meal I've ever had.

It tastes much better than what Jessica used to make.

I started searching for my son, Mike, with Sheriff White Wave.

But the city didn't seem friendly to me; nobody knew where Mike was.

Even Chief Inspector Bai Lang asked me if he was dead.

I'm not sure, but a voice inside me keeps telling me that my son Mike isn't dead, that he's still alive.