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Bruce's voice was magnetic, his smile impeccable. He glanced at Selena in Su Hui's arms and said, "Beauty, fine wine, and endless money—that's what enjoyment is, isn't it?"

"Of course!"

Su Hui smiled and gestured for Bruce to sit down on the sofa next to him. "Gotham is a very interesting city, isn't it? It's full of chaos and crime, yet it also harbors a unique order in the darkness. I really like it here."

The two men, like true business tycoons, began to talk about business, art, and philanthropy.

Bruce kept probing with his words, trying to find clues in Su Hui's speech.

Su Hui's answer, however, was impeccable. He acted like a typical, somewhat arrogant nouveau riche, knowledgeable and with impeccable taste, but everything about him was shrouded in mystery.

Halfway through the party, Su Hui suddenly put down his glass and gave Bruce an apologetic smile:

"Excuse me, Mr. Wayne, I need to take care of some personal matters."

After saying that, he turned around and went into a study next door that was not lit. He closed the door behind him, but did not lock it, leaving a small gap.

Bruce stared at the door, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This action was too deliberate.

The study is located in the area with the weakest surveillance in the entire top-floor apartment, making it the easiest place to sneak in from the outside.

This is an invitation. A blatant invitation directed at Batman.

Bruce did not hesitate.

He apologized to those around him and headed towards the restroom.

A few minutes later, in the shadows of the apartment's exterior wall, a black figure silently climbed upwards like a gecko, and with a few quick movements, landed precisely on the balcony outside the study.

Bruce didn't rush in.

He took out a miniature detector from his belt and scanned the interior of the room.

There were no signs of life, no heat sources, and no traps.

He pushed open the balcony door and, like a wisp of black smoke, silently slipped into the room.

The study was empty.

The faint scent of cologne still lingered in the air from Su Hui's body.

The room was simply furnished with a huge mahogany desk and a row of bookshelves that reached the ceiling.

Everything seemed perfectly normal.

Bruce's gaze finally settled on the center of the desk.

There were no bombs, no poison gas, only a beautifully crafted black card lying quietly on the table.

On the front of the card, a simple yet mysterious "S" shaped cursive letter is printed in gold foil.

He stepped forward and carefully picked up the card with his tactical gloved fingers.

Opening the card, you'll find a line of English handwritten in elegant Italian script.

“Mr. Wayne, if you want to know the truth, you are welcome to visit me. You don’t need to bring your little toys.”

The short sentence struck Bruce Wayne like a thunderclap from the heavens.

His deepest secret, the identity he guarded his entire life, was so casually written on paper.

The other party not only knew he was Batman, but also knew his real name was Bruce Wayne.

At that moment, he felt not anger, but a chill that penetrated to the bone.

All his pretense was rendered useless in front of this man.

His pride in his intelligence and methods of secrecy were like child's play to the other party.

Bruce stood motionless in the dark study, as if he had turned into a statue.

The card in his hand creaked as he gripped it; the hard alloy glove nearly crushed the thin card into powder.

At that moment, he felt not as the Dark Knight who struck fear into the hearts of all criminals, but as a prey toyed in the hands of a hunter, with nowhere to escape.

He looked up and gazed in the direction of the curtains.

He had a strong intuition that Su Hui was somewhere, in a way he couldn't perceive, enjoying his shocked expression.

Bruce took a deep breath. He knew this was a challenge, a blatant trap.

But he had no other choice.

For Gotham, for everything he protects, he must step into this trap tailor-made for him.

Because his opponent is now in the sunlight, while he can no longer hide in the shadows.

P.S.: Wow, I've reached a million words without even realizing it! Please give me some support at the beginning of the month!!!

191. The Fall of the Dark Knight [4k]

night, deeper.

The drizzle turned into a torrential downpour, washing away the sins of Gotham City.

In Su Hui's penthouse apartment, all the lights were off, and only outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows could one see the city's neon lights changing bizarre colors in the rain.

The banquet for tonight had long since ended, but the guest Su Hui was truly waiting for had not yet appeared.

Su Hui sat alone on the sofa in the living room. On the coffee table in front of him was a freshly opened bottle of Romanée-Conti and two wine glasses.

He didn't turn on the light; he just waited quietly.

A black bolt of lightning ripped through the rain and landed silently on the roof of Su Hui's penthouse apartment.

Batman's figure emerged from the shadows, raindrops sliding down the edges of his armor but failing to soak him in the slightest.

He was like a dripping stone statue from hell, cold, silent, and full of oppressive power.

Instead of entering through the main entrance, he went to the other side of the building.

He took a device from his belt and attached it to the exterior wall, which was made of a special alloy.

The device emitted a faint hum, and the seemingly indestructible wall melted open like a candle, creating a hole just big enough for one person to pass through.

The infiltration was a meticulously crafted art. He activated the electromagnetic pulse built into his armor, instantly disabling all conventional electronic surveillance equipment in the apartment.

The acoustic jammer created an absolutely silent force field, making his every step completely silent.

The infrared shielding coating covering his entire body makes him completely invisible in thermal imaging.

He is the embodiment of the night, a ghost walking on the edge of the laws of physics.

He was confident that no technology in the world could capture his whereabouts at this moment.

But as he stepped into the living room, a calm voice came from the dark silhouette on the sofa.

"Welcome, Bruce."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached Batman's ears clearly, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks.

All pretense became meaningless at this moment.

Batman no longer concealed himself; he emerged from the shadows, his tall, imposing figure exuding a powerful aura as he walked step by step toward the sofa.

He didn't speak; instead, Su Hui was met with several specially made bat darts that pierced the air with a shrill shriek.

These batarangs are made of high-strength alloy and have extremely sharp edges, enough to easily cut through the armor of a tank.

They blocked all of Su Hui's escape routes from different angles.

Su Hui didn't even move.

He simply picked up his glass and swirled it gently.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The menacing bat darts, upon approaching within a meter of his body, seemed to have struck an invisible wall, and then... disintegrated into nothingness.

They were not deflected or blocked, but disintegrated directly at the molecular level, turning into clumps of the most basic metal powder, which fell silently onto the expensive carpet.

Batman's pupils suddenly contracted.

This was not a technology he could comprehend.

Is this... magic? Or something even more outrageous?

He didn't have time to think.

As a master of combat, he reacted instantly.

He abandoned his ranged attack, lunged forward with his right fist clenched, and struck Su Hui's temple with tremendous force.

This is his hard-earned fighting technique, enough to kill a fully grown brown bear with a single punch.

However, his fists also failed to reach the opponent.

An irresistible force bound his arms, and no matter how much he exerted his strength, he could not move forward an inch.

"Your fighting skills are good, but unfortunately, there's a huge gap in our power levels."

Su Hui's voice remained calm; he didn't even put down his wine glass.

A ruthless glint flashed in Batman's eyes. He flipped his left hand, and several miniature smoke grenades and flashbangs fell to the ground.

Instantly, thick smoke and blinding light filled the entire living room.

At the same time, he activated the high-voltage current on his armor, preparing to deliver a fatal blow the moment the opponent's vision was obstructed.

Su Hui simply blew a breath.

The intense light and dense smoke, enough to blind an ordinary person instantly, seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

All of Batman's tactics seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of his opponent.

He finally realized that he was not facing a "person" at all.

Without the slightest hesitation, Batman made the most rational decision—to retreat!

He whirled around and activated the grappling hook launcher on his arm armor, targeting the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

He needs to smash the glass, use Gotham's complex urban environment to escape, and reassess his enemy.

But the moment he turned around, he bumped into a warm and solid "wall".

Su Hui had appeared behind him without him noticing, and casually placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You're leaving already, Bruce? You haven't even drunk the wine I prepared for you yet."

Batman's muscles tensed instantly, and without thinking, he executed a vicious over-the-shoulder throw backward.

But Su Hui's body remained motionless, as if rooted to the spot.

"Don't waste your energy."

Su Hui applied slight pressure with his palm, and Batman's armor, crafted with cutting-edge technology, groaned under the strain.

An overwhelming force came, and Batman was involuntarily turned around by being pressed on the shoulder.

"sit."

Su Hui's tone left no room for argument.

Batman was forced back to the sofa, where he was forced to sit down against his will. He had never suffered such humiliation in his life.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Since force cannot prevail, the only option is to return to the negotiating table.

As he pondered a solution, he secretly pressed a tiny distress device with his thumb, hidden under his glove.

This device will emit a special subspace signal, which will be transmitted directly to Clark Kent in Metropolis.

This is his last and strongest trump card.

"Who are you? What do you want to do to me?"

Batman asked in his signature, deep, sandpaper-like voice.

Su Hui saw through all his little tricks, but he just smiled and didn't care.

The distress signal was captured and annihilated by his domain power the instant it was sent.

Superman will never receive this signal.