The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

Finally, one day, Sheriff Bailang told me that they had a lead on Mike.

Thank God, I almost thought I wouldn't see my son before I died.

Sheriff Bai Lang led me to a Chinese restaurant, and I could tell that the people there were much nicer than the people I had met on the street before.

They wore genuine smiles, while many on the street wore false masks.

They are clearly living a painful life, but they still refuse to show it.

Sheriff Bai Lang went to pick up Mike, so I stayed in the Chinese restaurant.

I felt very awkward being a penniless old white man in a place I didn't know.

Someone in the shop noticed my embarrassment, cooked me a few dishes, and started chatting with me, talking about my life.

I could feel that my body was riddled with holes and extremely weak.

I am nearing the end of my life.

My life is about to come to an end.

But I haven't seen Mike yet.

I think this is fate.

It introduced me to a wonderful person, but just as I was about to meet Mike, he took me away.

I think I saw Death, but she wasn't like the one the painter depicted with a skull and a scythe.

She was a young girl, wearing a black leather jacket and black lips, looking just like the punk style I admired when I was young.

I think I have finally reached the final part of my life—death.

Mike, I hope you see this. I know you might be afraid of me; I used to scold you a lot when you were little.

Thank you, Chief Bailang. You're a good person, but I've caused you too much trouble.

I'm sorry, my life is about to end.

I've finally made it through this difficult journey.

My journey is over, but yours is still on.

So... how do you want to live your life?

......

Inside an abandoned factory.

Bai Lang closed the small blue leather notebook, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.

In front of him, the second Joker was bound by chains and nails, unable to break free.

Four highly skilled martial artists, whose abilities were astonishing, stood in front of them.

The second Joker tensed up inexplicably as he watched the person walking towards him.

A sharp, incomparably loud voice suddenly rang out.

"Super Batman! If you want to kill, then kill! Why did you call all these people over to cause trouble?"

Bai Lang put down the small blue leather notebook and stared at the second-generation clown who was bound.

His eyes were filled with cruelty, and his voice was icy cold.

"Didn't you say you were crazy? That there was nothing to be afraid of? I'll see if you're afraid of these things..."

The second Joker kept shaking his body, trying to break free of the chains on his body.

But the chain was far too thick.

Even though his body was enhanced by the Dionysian factor, he still couldn't break free from the chains.

“I found each of them, and each of them has amazing stamina and unique skills.”

“Each of them is a master with amazing skills, a top expert in several realms.”

"Heh...you shall enjoy this supreme insult!!"

Bai Lang's voice drifted over, as if from a demon.

Chapter 54 White's Dream

The second Joker's pupils contracted slightly; he could only watch helplessly as these large men walked towards him step by step.

He's a normal heterosexual, and encountering this situation would probably be more painful than killing him.

But he's also a madman, and might even develop some strange fetishes?

Suddenly, goosebumps erupted all over his body, and a strange feeling arose spontaneously.

"Batman! What are you doing with those cameras?!"

Bai Lang, dressed in a Batman suit, installed the camera, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and said:

"Heh... I'm not just going to let them insult you, I'm going to film it and post it online so the whole of Gotham can see what they're up to!"

Then, he turned to the four burly men beside him and gave them instructions:

"He's yours for the next few days. Rape him without restraint, humiliate him, use every trick in the book to satisfy him!"

After saying that, he disappeared into the abandoned factory.

When the four lecherous burly men heard that Batman had simply handed the Joker over to them, they immediately broke into lewd grins.

"Darling, I'm coming to rape you!"

"Hehehe... I've never tried insulting a mentally ill criminal before..."

The clown's pupils contracted sharply, and his expression became increasingly crazed and unrestrained.

"Hehe...hehe!! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up and pick it up for me!!!"

"Come and rape me!!"

A burly man ripped off his blood-stained clothes.

"Hehe! I like it..."

"Ah! I want a hot dog!" Another burly man squatted down.

"Hehe... I want to try out a crazy and twisted workplace!!"

Another burly man pulled out a black stun gun, pressed the switch, and a buzzing sound of electricity came from it.

......

The top of the collapsed building's rooftop.

The night was pitch black, but the city of Gotham was filled with light.

Bai Lang sat on the rooftop. Before he arrived, he had already destroyed all the cameras that Batman had placed nearby.

Perhaps the other party is on their way right now, but he doesn't care.

[Ability Value +10]

A light blue notification box appeared in front of Bai Lang's eyes.

It seems that these four gay men have had a significant impact on the Joker.

He brought up the blue panel.

Name: Bai Lang

Lifespan: 23/120

[Abilities: Level 1 Gun Mastery (71%), Level 2 Strength Control (25%), Magnetic Field Rotation (20,000 horsepower), Death Whisper (possesses partial authority over death, can see the undead, talk to the undead, enslave the undead, enter the spirit world)]

[Ability Value: 39 (Gained by creating fluctuations that affect the world)]

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

"After entering the realm of magnetic field rotation, the boost from intense cellular friction and rotation becomes extremely weak..."

Bai Lang looked at the abilities on the panel and thought to himself, combining them with the power generated by the recent rotation of his body's cells.

"In this situation, simply rotating the cells won't provide significant improvement; it also requires combining martial arts techniques with mental state..."

"Hold fast to your principles... and the destiny that bound old John..."

Those with strong magnetic fields find their own path and practice it, resulting in exceptionally rapid improvement in their strength.

And this "way" is the last question John asked in his testament.

How do you want to live your life?

Bai Lang didn't have any grand ambitions; he didn't want to dominate the universe, nor did he want to just drift along.

Having spent these past few days getting to know the underbelly of Gotham, he realized that Gotham was rotten to the core.

The higher-ups are all talk and no action, while the lower-ups still need to rely on drugs to numb themselves and resist their damn hunger!

The government sometimes provides meager subsidies to the middle class as a gesture, but these subsidies never actually reach those who need them.

The biggest problem in Gotham is the lower class, the people who are forced to join gangs every year due to survival issues.

Instead of the criminals that Batman, Bruce Wayne, fights crime against.

At that moment, Bai Lang suddenly felt his mind become much clearer, and even his mind was flashing with a dazzling white light.

Gotham is rotten; it can't tolerate these lower classes, but White Wave can.

People at the bottom are also human beings. They also need to be fed and clothed, instead of sleeping in tents in refugee camps, numbing themselves with drugs when they can't get food.

All those at the bottom need not worry about being affected by criminal activities.

Everyone can have enough to eat and wear, be true to themselves, and live the journey called life...

This is... Bai's dream.

Surprisingly, it didn't rain in Gotham tonight.

Bai Lang sat on the rooftop, gazing at the neon lights of the distant city, a look of confusion appearing in his eyes for the first time.

Death sat beside him, swinging its feet, carefree.