Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

Selena and Pamela, as if all their strength had been drained, slumped lazily in Su Hui's arms, not wanting to move a single finger.

Their faces were flushed with the afterglow of ultimate pleasure, and their gazes toward Su Hui were increasingly fervent and submissive.

……

In the following days, a strange thing happened in Gotham City's underworld.

The two most troublesome female thieves and eco-terrorists—Catwoman and Poison Ivy—seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

No jewelry was stolen, and no chemical plant was devoured by plants, which made the Gotham Police Department and a vigilante in the dark of night feel something was amiss.

at the same time,

Gotham's high society welcomes a mysterious, extravagant Eastern tycoon.

Gotham's annual charity gala was held at the Wayne Enterprises' Arts Center.

This place is home to some of the most powerful and wealthy people in Gotham City. Dressed impeccably and behaving elegantly, they discuss multi-million dollar deals and trivial gossip, seemingly living in two completely different worlds compared to the filth and chaos on the other side of the city.

When Su Hui appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall with two female companions, he instantly attracted everyone's attention.

He wore a well-tailored black suit with minimal embellishment, yet exuded an aura of supreme authority.

His steps were steady, his eyes calm, yet everyone who met his gaze felt a sense of awe.

The two women beside him were even more captivating.

On the left, Selena wore a silver high-slit evening gown that perfectly showcased her stunning figure.

Her long hair was tied up, revealing her slender and graceful swan neck, and she wore a polite yet aloof smile.

She was no longer the wildcat dancing alone in the night, but rather a princess of noble lineage, elegant and beautiful, yet carrying a dangerous aura that made people hesitant to approach her.

Pamela, to Su Hui's right, elicited a chorus of low gasps.

She wore a long, emerald-green dress, the hem of which was adorned with tiny diamonds, like morning dew.

Her fiery red hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her originally emerald-colored skin, nourished by Su Hui's power, had returned to the fair complexion of a normal human, yet it was even more delicate and lustrous than the finest mutton fat jade.

Her features, already perfectly crafted like a divine work, now shed their inhuman aloofness, gaining a touch of earthly charm, making her breathtakingly beautiful. She exuded a faint, refreshing scent, like a forest after rain, invigorating anyone who smelled it.

No one could reconcile the ethereal beauty before them, who seemed like a fairy in the forest, with the infamous Poison Ivy.

"Who is that gentleman? I've never seen him in Gotham."

A wealthy businessman asked his companion in a low voice.

"I don't know. I heard he just arrived recently and bought the penthouse at the top of Gotham City right away. His spending is frightening."

"The two ladies beside him... my god, they're goddesses. Especially the red-haired lady, I feel like my soul is being sucked in if I look at her even once."

Su Hui ignored the surrounding chatter, calmly leading his two female companions into the venue with his wine glass in hand.

Selena and Pamela linked arms with him on either side, their intimate gestures carrying an unassailable authority, effectively shutting out any unwanted advances or flirts.

at this time,

A blonde, blue-eyed young woman, dressed in a business suit and looking somewhat out of place, hurried past carrying a tray, seemingly troubled by something.

She accidentally bumped into a gentleman holding a wine glass, spilling red wine all over him.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, so sorry!"

The woman apologized hastily and quickly took out tissues from her handbag to help the other person wipe their face.

"Can't you watch where you're going?!"

The gentleman, enraged by the spilled wine, stared at the wine stain on his expensive custom-made suit and roared, "Do you know how much this suit cost? I couldn't pay for it even if I sold you!"

The woman was so frightened that her face turned pale, her eyes reddened, and she stood there helplessly.

Su Hui's gaze fell on the woman.

She has long golden hair, slightly chubby cheeks, and behind her glasses are a pair of intelligent yet somewhat innocent blue eyes.

Harleen Quezel, a promising psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum.

At this moment, it seems that because she has started to come into contact with clowns, her normal human kindness and moral values ​​are being challenged, making her look somewhat haggard.

Su Hui's demigod spiritual power easily saw through her heart: she was intelligent and compassionate, but deep down she harbored a rebellious spirit against order and a yearning for the ultimate emotion.

This is an excellent piece of raw jade; with just a little guidance and carving, it can unleash its most dazzling brilliance.

However, Su Hui only glanced at it before looking away.

Compared to Dr. Harley at this moment, he preferred his own Harley baby who called him Honey.

especially.

He could sense that in some corner of the venue, a subtle yet sharp gaze was constantly and imperceptibly fixed on him.

The owner of that gaze was none other than Bruce Wayne, another key figure present.

Perhaps because Harleen Quezel is Arkham's doctor, and Arkham has always been a key focus for Batman, Bruce Wayne also has a subtle interest in her.

Su Hui couldn't help but laugh at the attention he was paying to Bruce Wayne.

Compared to the Harley Quinn who hadn't even grown up yet, Su Hui preferred to target the true uncrowned queen of Gotham City.

After all, there can only be one king, right?

He didn't intervene in the minor dispute, but instead led Selena and Pamela straight to the host of the banquet, Bruce Wayne.

The Gotham prince is surrounded by a group of socialites and businessmen, wearing a perfectly timed dandy smile.

When he saw Su Hui approaching, a barely perceptible hint of seriousness flashed deep in his eyes.

"Mr. Wayne, I've heard so much about you."

Su Hui took the initiative to extend his hand.

"Mr. Sue, welcome to Gotham."

Bruce grasped his hand, his smile impeccable. "Your arrival has brought a lot of energy to Gotham."

The two men clasped hands, both wearing polite smiles, but their eyes silently clashed in the air.

They both knew that the other was a player of equal caliber to them in this city.

Su Hui's high-profile appearance, Selena and Pamela's reformation—all these unusual developments point to this unfathomable Eastern man.

Batman's intuition told him that this man was far more dangerous than any criminal he had ever encountered before.

Su Hui, however, saw a wary, stubborn, and vigilant bat in the other person's deep blue eyes, which were disguised as frivolous.

He admired this will, and therefore wanted to break it with his own hands.

He released his grip, raised his glass, and toasted Bruce from afar, a playful smile playing on his lips.

The game has begun.

.......

Beneath Wayne Manor, in the Bat Cave.

On the giant bat-shaped computer screen, countless streams of data flashed by like a waterfall.

Bruce Wayne sat at the control panel, still wearing his scratched Batsuit, his face showing exhaustion, but his eyes, hidden in the shadows, were as sharp as an eagle's.

In the center of the screen are three photos.

One photo is a candid shot of Su Hui at a banquet; his smile is gentle, but his eyes are unfathomable.

The other two are Selena Kyle and Pamela Eisley.

The two women embraced Su Hui with smiles on their faces, their eyes filled with submission and affection for him.

"Alfred, have the analysis results come back yet?"

Bruce's voice was hoarse and deep.

“He’s out, Mr. Bruce.”

The elderly butler, Alfred, brought over a cup of hot coffee and placed it on the control panel.

"He's out, Master Bruce. The result is the same as before, nothing found."

On the screen, information about Su Hui was enlarged.

The top-tier accounts at Swiss banks, the mysterious shareholders of several multinational corporations, the flawless entry and exit records over the past two decades, and even the clear traceability of his elementary school report card.

All of this points to a top-tier tycoon with a powerful background and a clear provenance.

But this clarity, in Bruce's view, is the biggest point of doubt.

"It's so clean."

Bruce's fingers tapped lightly on the cold metal of the console. "It's so clean, it's like it was created overnight. There are no traces of social media, no records of a private life. All the information that can be found is the most official, standardized template. This isn't a living person at all; it's a program-generated virtual identity."

He mobilized Wayne Group's top IT department and even contacted the intelligence systems of the Sky Eye Society and the Justice League through secret channels, but the result was the same—"Su Hui" seemed to have never existed in this world two months ago.

Bruce picked up his coffee but didn't drink it.

He stared at Su Hui's face on the screen, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

This man named Su Hui is like someone who has fallen into Gotham from another dimension; his past is shockingly clean.

This unknown made him more uneasy than the clown's madness.

The Joker's chaos is predictable chaos, while Su Hui is a huge, incalculable variable.

What alarmed him even more was the attitude of Catwoman and Poison Ivy.

These two unruly women are, one a self-centered egoist, and the other an eco-terrorist hostile to all of humanity.

How could they possibly stay so meekly by a man's side?

That wasn't a pretense; Bruce could read it from their body language and micro-expressions—it was a heartfelt, almost servile submission.

This is a million times more terrifying than them going out to rob jewelry or swallowing a building with plants.

"I must go and meet him in person."

Bruce finally made up his mind. He couldn't wait any longer; he had to find out who this man was and what his purpose was.

"Are you planning to go as Bruce Wayne, or..."

"Alfred asked."

"Use Bruce Wayne first."

Bruce stood up and began to remove his armor. "Since he chose to appear in public as a wealthy man, that's his game. I'm going to find his weakness in his game."

……

In Su Hui's penthouse apartment, an extremely luxurious private party is underway.

Melodious classical music flowed through the spacious living room, where well-dressed men and women, holding wine glasses, gathered in small groups and chatted quietly.

These people are the real top figures in Gotham City: the mayor, council members, big businessmen, and even some leading figures from underworld families.

Su Hui, like a true playboy, leaned lazily on the sofa, while Selena sat sideways in his lap, peeling a grape for him and feeding it to him by hand.

Pamela stood by, intently preparing a special drink for him using the nectar of exotic flowers.

His mental energy had already locked onto the special guest mixed in with the crowd.

Bruce Wayne, tonight, perfectly embodied the playboy image of the Gotham Prince. He mingled with several beautiful socialites, speaking wittily and smiling charmingly, seemingly completely immersed in the joy of the party.

But Su Hui could clearly sense that beneath that perfect disguise lay a highly vigilant mind, constantly analyzing everything around him like a precision instrument. His gaze, seemingly casually sweeping across every corner of the room, assessed the security system, searched for blind spots in the surveillance, and analyzed the identity of each guest.

A playful smile appeared on Su Hui's lips. He admired this kind of mortal reaching the pinnacle, using wisdom, perseverance, and wealth to push their abilities to the extreme, even to the point of being able to contend with some superhumans.

Unfortunately, even the pinnacle of mortal achievement is still incredibly fragile in the face of true power.

Bruce greeted everyone with a smile, moving discreetly through the crowd. His gaze immediately locked onto Su Hui, who was surrounded by admirers in the center.

Su Hui also looked at him.

He didn't get up, but leaned back on the sofa, raising his glass to Bruce Wayne across the noisy crowd, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Bruce's heart sank.

That look in his eyes—even though it was only their second meeting, it was as if he were looking at a long-awaited old friend.

He calmly took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, offered it a toast from afar, and then slowly walked over.

“Mr. Su, it seems you have adapted to life in Gotham.”