From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

Bruce paused for a moment with his right hand holding the fork, then quickly identified a few keywords.

The creepy nursery rhyme is widely circulated. You guys... He's probably referring to the Court of Owls, a mysterious organization that reportedly only accepts local Gotham families and doesn't welcome any immigrants.

When he was young, he personally investigated the clues of the Court of Owls, but to no avail, and thought it was a hoax.

Now it's suddenly being brought up again...

Bruce gave Leo a deep look. He knew that this mysterious man, who seemed to be a time traveler, was hiding many secrets and wouldn't just spout nonsense.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip. He decided to investigate further. His younger self was not as capable as his current self, and he had been too flamboyant back then. This time, he would have to investigate secretly.

He quickly sorted out his thoughts and formulated an action plan in just over ten seconds. He said casually, "Generally speaking, a lie that can fool people is nine parts truth and one part falsehood, but even if half of what you said is true, it would be an overestimation."

Leo, who was struggling with the pork knuckle skin, looked up at him, then suddenly grinned and said, "You never know, you can guess for yourself!"

Don't you like to guess and ponder?

Then tell him some information that's half true and half false, half hidden and half revealed, and let him guess for himself!

It would be best if you thought about it so much that you couldn't sleep at night!

If we don't let him go out, then we'll hurt each other and see who breaks down in the end.

If all else fails, unleash tens of thousands of mantras starting with "Rachel" to forcefully break through his defenses!

This afternoon, while watching the news, he saw Rachel and Harvey attend a press conference together, vowing to arrest Gotham City's worst villain, "The Joker."

I don't know if Bruce has seen it.

After finishing dinner in silence, Leo unceremoniously forwarded the news to the number in his contacts and turned away with a flourish.

Bruce waited until Bruce disappeared into the elevator, then turned to look at the mess on Bruce's plate. Suddenly, Bruce reached out his fork and poked at Bruce's leftovers—the bones were gnawed clean, and some of the vegetables were left uneaten.

Based on his examination results, it can be basically confirmed that the world he lived in was lacking in food resources, especially real meat resources. The technology and ruthlessness found in his initial excrement also prove this point.

A world with advanced technology, yet harsh living and natural conditions...

If it is confirmed that this is the Earth of the future, is the reason it became like this due to nuclear war or something else?

It feels really bad. What if they have large-scale time travel technology? Will they come and invade this resource-rich world?

We need to come up with a solution as soon as possible.

"Master..."

"Master?"

Bruce snapped out of his daze and looked at the old butler, Alfred.

"Young Master, Mr. Leo forwarded a news article to me."

"Well, show me."

This was pre-arranged—to prevent Leo from developing exceptional hacking skills, Bruce would not have any direct contact with him and would instead use a special phone with only Leo as a contact to mitigate the risk.

This phone is under Afu's control and is not allowed to be brought into any important areas with electronic devices.

I took the phone, and the news screenshot was a photo of Rachel and Harvey together; they looked very close.

"..."

Bruce suddenly didn't want to press play anymore.

"I've seen it before, I don't need to see it a second time."

"Okay, so from now on, we won't deal with these kinds of outdated news, right?"

"Don't change the rules; I have to review everything he posts."

Bruce downed the bitter tea in his cup in one gulp, stood up, and prepared to continue working.

Alfred hesitated and pointed to the ground: "Based on my interactions with Mr. Leo, I don't think he has any ill intentions."

Bruce nodded: "I meant no harm, I was just taking precautions."

As for Leo's annoying little tricks, he didn't take them to heart at all.

His poor communication skills and superficial emotions fit the stereotype of a technician. His childish behavior also matches the test results and his apparent age. Personally, he doesn't actually have any major problems.

But that ability to travel between two worlds is a huge problem...

*

Leo returned to his room and felt like he had become a shut-in again.

I'm either glued to my phone or my computer. Luckily, I have friends to chat with, otherwise I'd be so bored.

Search the internet for information about the world, and learn about the current level of computer technology and commonly used programming languages.

Later that day, I had a fruit parfait for dessert and chatted with V alone for a while. That's how the day went.

Day three: Eat, drink, and play!

Day four: Eat, drink, and play!

On the fifth day, we ate and drank... but didn't get to have any fun. Finally, the gene sequencing results came out!

According to PCR sequencing, Leo was diagnosed as a pure-blooded human, thus retaining his right to say "I was born a human."

When he heard the good news, he was eating a homemade American burger—a whole piece of fried foie gras as the bun, with some kind of fish in the middle, but it was very expensive caviar.

He just stuffed the whole box in; that's what he meant by being generous and extravagant!

Since Bruce was paying for everything, I could eat as much as I wanted and soothe my fragile heart.

"If you eat like that, be careful of obesity and high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar."

Invited to lunch, Leslie frowned at Leo's plate—the food was piled high, glistening with grease, its unhealthiness directly proportional to its deliciousness.

Looking at the vegetable salad in front of her, which she had only added half a portion of vinaigrette dressing for the sake of health, she suddenly felt like smashing the plate.

Leo was busy eating and didn't hear what she said.

Only after the meal did he belatedly realize that he seemed to be free!

"Can I go out now!?"

“You can’t go out alone; I have to send someone with you,” Bruce retorted.

"As long as I can get out, that's fine. I stayed inside for three days and almost thought I came here for a vacation!"

Leo stood up, stretched, and kicked his legs, looking radiant!

Early Signs of Talent: Chapter 81 Leo: "A mere hundredfold profit! I don't care at all!"

"Before you leave, we need to talk about a few important things."

Bruce led the group into the living room and placed the pneumatic syringe on the table.

Do you have any more of this? Sell me a few more.

"Doing business? Of course!"

After Batman witnessed his spatial abilities, Leo stopped pretending. He spread his hands, revealing different colored gadgets: "The pneumatic injector on the left is Fuerkang, and the inhaler on the right is Qinglizhi. Each comes in three versions based on the effective drug concentration. Choose whichever you prefer, it's 5 per syringe!"

"Impossible, it's too expensive."

Bruce's merciless words shattered his smile.

"Where is it expensive? This is a panacea from the high-tech era; you don't have anything like it in your world. Besides, it was selling for this price just a few days ago..."

Bruce silently turned the medicine bottle around and pointed to a line of small print on the bottle: "You can read English, right? Read this line of small print."

Suggested retail price: €90.

Leo silently read it in his mind, his eyes starting to dart around: "Um, this, ah, this is medicine from our world, and my storage space is limited, so I didn't bring much. Things are valued for their scarcity!"

Leslie's eyes lit up when she saw the medicine in his hand, but Bruce wasn't so easy to talk to.

"Even with the exchange rate, you'd make a hundredfold profit at 1 per tube. Don't be too greedy."

Leo gritted his teeth. Did he think a mere hundredfold profit would sway him?

That's incredibly disrespectful!

"Deal! How many do you want?"

Poverty makes people lose their ambition; we should be more generous at this stage. It's really too good for him!

"how much do you have?"

Seeing his thoughtful expression, Leo knew this was another test.

He's got a really sharp mind; he's busy all day long...

"I already said it's not much, I need to keep some for myself. I'll sell you three of each model, and I'll bring more next time."

They handed over 18 vials of the drug in exchange for $18—a win-win situation!

Leo's guaranteed funding has become even more substantial.

Bruce was also satisfied; 18 and 18 yuan were both 18, so there was no difference to him.

On the contrary, this medicine... it's unlikely that we can reverse-engineer its formula, but it can be used to learn about the medical technology of another world, which is of great research value.

However, when he saw that the other two models were priced at 30 and 45 respectively, he still felt that it was a real shame that someone didn't hang them on a street lamp.

Do you still have that first-aid kit?

"They're gone now. If I can leave here safely, I'll give you one before I go."

Bruce didn't press the issue, and changed the subject: "You have storage space, so you must have stored a lot of food and water, right? It seems like you don't have much good stuff over there. Why don't you sell your supplies to me and go to the supermarket to buy something better?"

Leo quickly glanced at his space, where the corner was filled with all kinds of fast food, without exception, all of which were synthetic foods.

Honestly, he originally planned to throw it away when he got back, but he didn't expect that someone would want the "trash".

But these food items all have packaging, which could reveal a lot of information. Wouldn't it cause problems if I sold them to Bruce?

[Pure white, do you think it's worth selling?]

"You can sell it. Batman is an exceptionally intelligent superhero, and sooner or later he will be able to learn about the other world from you."

I've reviewed all the information on the DC Universe, and there aren't many superheroes or artifacts with the ability to travel between different universes. With the singularity protecting us, revealing a little information to a trusted, righteous superhero is still within a manageable risk range.

Leo thought about it and it seemed to make sense. Batman only cared about Gotham; he might not even be willing to go to that godforsaken place, Night City…

If that's the case, then sell it.

Leo got up and walked to the open space, stretching out one hand.

The next second, colorful fast food poured out like garbage, quickly piling up into a small mountain on the ground.

He left nothing behind, throwing out enough drinking water and food for one person to last a month.

Bruce arrived immediately, his brow furrowed. "Didn't you say storage space was limited? If I had known there was so much, I should have prepared a special container. Food can easily breed bacteria; are all these things safe?"

Leo, recalling the "deactivation" effect of the singularity space, lied and claimed that it had been disinfected.

Bruce was still worried, so he found a handcart and moved all of these things into the laboratory for isolation.

When negotiating the price, Leo simply multiplied the cost by one hundred and then rounded it down to zero, charging him 20.

Doing business with rich people is so straightforward; they sell it to you for a fixed price right away.

Next up is the main event – ​​the home surveillance system.

The two sat back down on the sofa, with only the old butler, Afu, remaining by their side.

Bruce adopted the typical stance of a business negotiator, stating bluntly, "I've seen the product, and I'm planning to buy it. How do you plan to sell it to me?"

“Of course it’s a partnership. I can tell the difference between a full meal and a regular meal.” Leo also became serious. “There’s an old saying in the East: ‘Those who have no stable property have no stable mind.’ I’m acquiring property in Gotham and doing legal business. I believe it will be good for both of us.”

"continue."

"To be specific, I'll provide the technology, and you'll provide the funding. I'll only be responsible for technology research and development and operation and maintenance; everything else will be handled by you, the major shareholder. Since you don't trust me either, I'll just leave everything to you. Isn't that very sincere?"

Leo and Chunbai had already planned it out. As long as he used this monitoring system, they could use the back door; in fact, they could just sell him the technology directly.

The reason for going to such lengths is mainly to find a "reasonable" justification for building an internet data center.

This IDC data center will serve as a pure white external processor, providing computing power support for analyzing singularity space, which is of paramount importance.

Bruce pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Cooperation...okay. Did you bring a business plan?"

Leo almost couldn't ask, "What is that?"