Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 35: The Master of Incense
"Really? I see you're quite energetic, Lei Xiaogu."

Bruce said hoarsely.

Du Mu looked at him strangely: "What's wrong with your throat?"

Bruce coughed, cleared his throat, and said in his normal voice again: “Nothing, I’m used to using a different voice when I’m wearing a mask.

Then he said to Du Mu, "Master, do you need me to take him away? I have prepared a prison to hold him. I am sorry to bother you during this period of time."

Lei Xiaogu's expression suddenly relaxed. Although he didn't want to admit it, he would rather fall into Bruce's hands than get along with this man and that brat anymore.

As for the prison where he was held... Lei Xiaogu didn't care.

Even if the cage was made of pure steel and he locked himself in it and welded the door shut, he was confident that he could escape within a month.

After all, in that world with Gotham, it is their home ground, and the Assassin's League is not an organization that just watches its leader do work alone.

Du Mu frowned and looked at Lei Xiaogu with a bit of regret. It was rare to have a target on which he could experiment irresponsibly.

But he really didn't want to keep Lei Xiaogu with him all day long. If he went to Hogwarts to study magic one day, no one would be able to control him.

Harry couldn't do it either. Harry could protect himself, but it was difficult for him to protect others from this experienced ninja.

"Okay, but you have to extend your hand first."

Bruce felt a little strange, but still stretched out his hand with the barbed wrist guard.

Du Mu put two fingers together and pressed them on the vein in Bruce's wrist, and then a line of blood slowly extended out from the skin.

This time the blood line was very long. Du Mu drew blood while folding it repeatedly, and finally gathered into a ball of blood the size of a billiard ball.

Du Mu stretched out his hand again, and suddenly an empty gourd-shaped medicine bottle flew out from the Military Academy. He poured blood into the bottle, closed the stopper, and then put it into his lapel.

Bruce was a little surprised. He asked, "Master, is this also a way to utilize true energy?"

Compared to the purpose of his master's blood drawing, he was more amazed at this technology that could draw blood directly out of the human body.

Du Mu shook his head and said, "No, this is magic power... But I can't teach you this thing. Only those who are born with it can master this power."

Bruce nodded when he heard that. He was not someone who was fanatically pursuing power. Since his master said that he couldn't learn it, then forget it.

"So what do you need my blood for?"

Only at this time did Bruce ask Du Mu about his purpose.

"Your blood allows me to enter your world, Bruce, and I have something...I want to buy."

After Du Mu finished speaking, he suddenly paused, looked at Bruce and said, "Speaking of this, can you lend me some money? Money from your world."

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At dawn, the sky was just getting light.

Du Mu was in the martial arts arena, taking inventory of the supplies he brought back from Gotham.

Seeds of high-yield crops... We only had one night, and we didn’t find any particularly suitable ones, just some common crops like potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes.

Secondly, there are various textbooks, all in traditional Chinese, so the children can finally learn systematic courses.

A long sword made of modern high-carbon steel. Although Du Mu majored in boxing, the force-generating method of the Four Phase Fist only needs slight adjustments and can also be applied to cold weapons.

Next up is an M500 revolver chambered for .50 Magnum, just in case.

Although only two boxes of bullets were bought, there were still twenty high-explosive grenades.

Originally, Du Mu wanted to buy a Gatling machine gun, but unfortunately, after an entire night, he couldn't find a seller in Gotham, a place with simple folk customs.

"Giggle cluck..."

"Hum hum……"

The clucking of white-feathered chickens and the grunting of white-skinned pigs sounded like background music. Originally, these livestock could not be brought back with them, but after Du Mu injected his blood into their bodies, he successfully brought them back...

These fast-growing livestock, combined with high-yield crops, should be able to spread rapidly within a few years, right?

The rest were simple daily necessities, such as a projector, a lot of toilet paper, and countless modern seasonings. At this time, Harry rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked out of the military academy.

When he put on his glasses and saw the animals crawling around in the martial arts arena, he was surprised and asked, "Huh? Uncle Du, are you planning to open a farm?"

As he spoke, he walked closer and scared the white-feathered chickens so much that they immediately scattered and fled.

Du Mu smiled and said, "No, I plan to sell them to the surrounding farmers at a low price. These livestock have been bred for generations and grow much faster than livestock in this world. If they can be popularized, it will be a little easier for people to eat meat."

After purchasing so many things in one night, even Du Mu felt a little tired and did not use his magic power to enhance his hearing for a while.

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the martial arts hall.

Harry ran over to help open the door and found that it was Zhao Yuanhai, whom he had met twice.

However, he was not alone. There was also a dusty woman with blood stains on her clothes behind him.

It was one of the three members of the Luo Sect who had left, a woman named Jiang Wanli.

When Zhao Yuanhai saw Du Mu, he immediately clasped his fists and said anxiously, "Master, something is wrong. Please quickly send those kids away and get out of the spotlight."

Jiang Wanli, a woman from the Nara sect, had cold sweat on her forehead and was panting, obviously having just traveled a long distance.

She looked at Du Mu, covered her chest and steadied her breathing before she said with difficulty: "Master Du, my master... my master is dead!"

"Huh?" Harry was confused.

At this time, Harry at least understood simple Chinese words such as "Master" and "death".

He was present almost throughout the entire process from the meeting to the departure of Luo Jiao and the other two.

He didn't expect that the next time he heard news about the man he didn't like, it would be... his death.

This was quite shocking for a child with little experience.

Du Mu also frowned.

He didn't expect that the partner he had just shared his ideas with and was planning to invest in to make money would disappear after just a few days.

"What happened? Tell me briefly."

"It's still the damn Beggars' Sect!" Zhao Yuanhai gritted his teeth in anger: "It turns out that the Beggars' Sect sent more than just those two people, there is also an eight-bag elder, who is the brother of the former Kowloon Bay branch leader!"

"This is the information we obtained from interrogating the two Beggars' Sect members. Their original purpose was to work in Lianyungang. It was only because you killed the leader of the Beggars' Sect branch that the Eight Bags Elder decided to take on this mission."

"And the two Beggars' Gang members you captured were simply eager to make a contribution. They wanted to capture you before the elders finished their business in Lianyungang, so they came to Jiulong Bay in advance. And the Beggars' Gang actually has nearly 30 people!"

Zhao Yuanhai briefly explained the cause and effect of the incident and said anxiously: "Master, the Beggars' Sect is the number one sect in the world. Apart from the Nine-Pocket Sect Leader, the Eight-Pocket Elder is the most powerful. This is already the strongest group of people in the world. You are definitely not their opponent. Please go out to sea and avoid the limelight!"

Du Mu nodded, but did not directly refute Zhao Yuanhai's words. Instead, he looked at Jiang Wanli, who looked sad, and asked, "I can understand that the Beggars' Sect wants revenge on me, but why did Master Huang die because of this?"

Jiang Wanli said uncomfortably, "It's MSG... The MSG matter was revealed by my cousin when he was drinking. The leader of Lianyun Hall of Luo Cult where we are wants my master to hand it over."

"My master originally intended to hand it over, just to raise the price a little, but he never expected that the hall master would not give my master any face at all, causing the matter to become public."

"As a result, the matter was discovered by the Beggars' Sect elder..."

Du Mu asked in confusion, "And you, the huge Lianyun Hall of the Luo Sect, just watched helplessly as a member of the Beggars' Sect killed your deputy hall leader and took away treasures?"

Jiang Wanli shook his head, then nodded helplessly, with fear in his eyes.

She said with trembling teeth, "It wasn't just the deputy hall master who was killed...but the hall master, the five sect masters, the twelve flag masters, and all the high-ranking members of the Luo Sect were slaughtered!"

Zhao Yuanhai turned his head and looked at Jiang Wanli in shock. It was obvious that the other party had not told him these things before.

Zhao Yuanhai could not help but yell in horror, "How is this possible? Even if the Eight Bags Elder of the Beggars' Sect is very powerful, isn't your Luo Sect also famous? How come the Luo Sect of Lianyungang is so... so vulnerable that it can't even stop a mere Beggars' Sect elder?"

Originally he wanted to ask why he was such a waste, but Zhao Yuanhai considered himself a small character who could not afford to offend Luo Jiao, so he had to change the words.

Jiang Wanli closed his eyes in pain and shook his head, "It's not that elder...it's a monster."

"Master... before he died, he called that monster 'Xiangzhu'."

(End of this chapter)