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The metal trash can was swung around by Tan Wenjie's arm and slammed down on the woman's head with a "thud!"

His body flew backward and crashed to the ground, twisting and contorting.

Tan Wenjie threw down the trash can, shook his hand, and a short-handled square hammer appeared in his hand, with arcs of electricity emanating from its surroundings.

Diana, standing behind, raised an eyebrow. She could sense a divine power within the lightning; it wasn't simply the control of lightning, but rather the power emanating from a deity.

As Tan Wenjie raised the hammer, the lightning transformed into a centipede that snaked forward, plowing through the hospital floor before crashing into the woman who had just gotten up, knocking her over once more.

It wasn't over yet; Tan Wenjie held the hammer high.

Suddenly pull it down.

"boom!"

Lightning brewed close to the ceiling before erupting violently, striking the woman possessed by the evil spirit repeatedly, causing her body to tremble violently.

"Roar--!"

She roared.

Tan Wenjie curled his lip: "That was really awful."

Lightning struck again and again, keeping time to the beat of the thunderbolts. The evil spirit's body convulsed incessantly, and every time it tried to get up, it was struck down by lightning again.

After a stalemate, perhaps finally unable to bear it any longer, it wriggled rapidly on the ground with its limbs and shot towards Tan Wenjie like an arrow.

But the evil spirit didn't expect Tan Wenjie to throw the hammer in his hand.

Thor's hammer precisely smashed the head of the woman possessed by the evil spirit. Lightning flashed through the splattered blood, and as Tan Wenjie's hand suddenly grabbed and pulled backward, the corpse was flipped over and flew back into Tan Wenjie's hand.

If you don't receive experience, it means the other party is very likely still alive, or they may not be a character in the story and therefore don't provide experience.

None of this matters.

Tan Wenjie turned to Diana: "Miss Prince, we should go pay the bill."

"Is this your exorcism process?" Diana's lips twitched slightly. "It really is... unique."

She had been wondering what kind of violence it was, but now she realized that the other party was far too violent.

“Of course,” Tan Wenjie nodded. “We are pressed for time.”

They're not main characters in the story, so you can't get experience or essence from them. Why waste your time on them?

Tan Wenjie found the Mediterranean man and led him to the headless corpse.

"Make money!"

"God, you've killed someone."

The Mediterranean man painfully raised his hand to scratch his bald patch.

The plot was a bit unexpected. He had thought that Tan Wenjie might be unreliable, but he didn't expect him to be this unreliable. He actually killed a mentally unstable patient at will and said that the patient was possessed by an evil spirit.

"Click!"

The headless female corpse on the ground suddenly twitched her fingers, and she struggled to get up.

"She...she...!"

The Mediterranean man's expression changed drastically.

On the contrary, Diana, who had been watching from the sidelines, looked somewhat speechless. She could see clearly that a female vengeful spirit had suddenly appeared behind Tan Wenjie, and that the spirit was controlling the headless female corpse to move its body.

"I wasn't lying to you, was I?" Tan Wenjie said gravely. "To be able to move even after being shot in the head, it seems we've run into a tough opponent this time!"

"Master, you must save me!"

"Have you heard of it?" Tan Wenjie asked, as if he had just remembered something. "US dollars have an exorcising effect. Do you have any money on you right now?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The Mediterranean man nodded repeatedly, pulling a wad of cash from his pocket. "Is this enough?"

"Why are you showing this to me? Just throw it at me!"

"Oh yes, yes, yes!"

He threw the money over and discovered that the headless female corpse was actually staggering backward.

"It seems to work."

"Then why don't you keep sprinkling?"

"I have no money."

Lost your credit card.

"Is this okay?"

"Haven't you heard of cyber exorcism? How ignorant."

When the Mediterranean man lost all his belongings and was about to take off his pants, Tan Wenjie quickly stepped in to stop him.

"Leave the rest to me."

He made random hand gestures and hand seals, causing the indoor lights to flicker uncontrollably, the curtains to be pulled open and closed repeatedly, and the tables and chairs to shake violently.

"die!"

The corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

"Is everything alright now?" the Mediterranean man asked.

“Well, it’s alright.” Tan Wenjie nodded. “But it’s best to cremate the body as soon as possible. A body inhabited by an evil spirit is likely to attract other evil spirits.”

I dare not speak of others, but Chu Renmei, as a collection of resentment, is capable of devouring souls, and would naturally be regarded as a delicacy by even more powerful evil spirits.

It all comes down to who is stronger.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." The Mediterranean man glanced at the money on the ground and stammered, "Master, is this money useless now?"

“Useless? You’ve already thrown the money away, it’s not yours anymore,” Tan Wenjie said. “If you have the guts to spend it, go get it now.”

The Mediterranean man's gaze lingered on the cards on the ground. Between greed and his life, he ultimately chose to live.

Money can be earned back, but life is gone... Thinking about the cute, barely-adult girl I met online, I realize I still have a great use for this life.

We still want more!

After the Mediterranean man left decisively, Tan Wenjie picked up the money and cards.

"Why are there still room keys?"

He whistled as he put the card in his pocket, then turned to meet Diana's disdainful gaze.

“Miss Prince, you can see that too, right?” He chose to get straight to the point.

There's no need to keep pretending to be deaf and dumb.

It can also change the subject.

“That’s right.” Diana didn’t hide anything.

However, it seems she doesn't intend to reveal anything more.

As expected of Wonder Woman, she was so easily distracted, it was effortless.

Why did you do that?

She was referring to Tan Wenjie using an evil spirit to remotely control the corpse, pretending the situation was escalating to deceive those in charge.

Tan Wenjie said matter-of-factly, "It's too much trouble to explain it to him. It's better to let him see it with his own eyes than to waste words."

Without Wonder Woman by his side, his methods would only be more violent.

If the result is correct, it saves you trouble, so the process seems insignificant.

Diana: "..."

Although that's what she said, skipping the process entirely made her feel like something was off.

"How's your data collection coming along?" Tan Wenjie asked.

Diana replied, "All that's missing is an interview, if you have the time."

"I might be a bit busy lately, how about tomorrow?"

As the Mediterranean man respectfully escorted the two away from the hospital, he stood by the roadside, patted his pocket, and then suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Fuck, my room key!"

That delicate, fair-skinned girl, what a pity.

Steamed buns.

He really enjoys eating.

The car stopped in front of the coffee shop, and the two got out.

Little did Hermione on the second floor know that she had also peeked out from the sound. She had put in a lot of effort to clean the room, and even using magic was exhausting.

After the two chatted for a while, the woman suddenly kissed Tan Wenjie on the cheek, then smiled and turned to leave.

Tan Wenjie hummed a song as he went upstairs, and when he opened the door, he was met with Hermione's questioning gaze.

"Uncle Jay, you left me here cleaning while you went out to date women?"

"It's for work."

Tan Wenjie took out all the money and cards from his pocket.

"To earn money for our living expenses."

Hermione shut up; she knew that it would be difficult for two outsiders to live here.

As a minor, what I should do is listen to the adults and avoid causing trouble.

In a foreign land, she felt a natural affinity with Tan Wenjie, as if they were bound together.

“Professor… Uncle Jie, are you planning to… Ouch!” She covered her head, looking up at Tan Wenjie with a wronged expression, “Why did you hit me?”

"The extracurricular books you're reading are a bit too extracurricular."

An offensive look is too offensive, and it's a big turn-off for female fans of BL (Boys' Love).

Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly: "..."

The little girl is still too shy. If she were a few years older, she might be bold enough to discuss those topics with Tan Wenjie and even say that Tan Wenjie was one of the main characters in her story.

"Prepare dinner, and then we... wait." Seeing Hermione grab the room key from the table, Tan Wenjie reached out to snatch it away. "Hermione, I got this by accident."

"As a teacher, you can't do this." Hermione hid the room key behind her back, as if worried that Tan Wenjie would try to snatch it. She quickly put the room key into her stocking.

Seeing Tan Wenjie's helpless expression, she smugly revealed her rabbit teeth.

If he wasn't afraid of being banned, he would have taken action long ago.

"I'll let you be arrogant for a while longer, until you're legal, hmph." Tan Wenjie turned his head, indicating that although he was petty, he had his bottom line.

However, the bottom line will be breached soon.

He's already connected with Wonder Woman; winning over an ordinary beauty is definitely not as interesting as winning over one of the Big Three.

Hermione: "?"

I didn't understand it, but it didn't sound like nice things; it gave me a chill.

This is the new White Demon King, and she felt great awe towards him.

"Uncle Jay, I'm having some difficulties with my magic studies. Also, how are our classes arranged?"

“I’ve actually already found you a good teacher,” Tan Wenjie said. “He’s an old wizard with a very long lifespan and powerful magic.” With Hermione’s talent, obtaining Shazam’s power would be a piece of cake. As a Gryffindor, she is brave enough, young enough, and even wise enough.

You can attract the other person by simply showing her all her qualities and strengths little by little.

Then Hermione can legally... cough cough, gain powerful abilities, directly advance to the top tier, and become Tan Wenjie's top assistant.

As for the everyday magic in the wizarding world, it's all interconnected and can be mastered quickly in a short time once you're strong enough.

Hermione didn't understand, but nodded to show that she did, and then she began to look forward to the arrival of the new teacher.

Dinner was fast food. As someone born in 1991, Hermione had never experienced the convenience of a mobile phone, nor the joy of easily finding all the information she wanted online. She quickly became addicted to it.

She was eager for ways to quickly acquire knowledge.

Especially the parts about magic.

“I want to help others,” Hermione suddenly said.

She discovered that the world was very unsafe.

Ordinary people live in dire straits every day, occasionally encountering aliens, terrorists, and even having to be wary of whether their relatives and friends have gone mad.

Nighttime is a high-risk time of day. When you're out and about, you don't need to worry about not encountering evil events, because countless evil events await you.

"Be careful." Tan Wenjie waved casually.

After Hermione left, he quickly got up and straightened his clothes.

If you're looking for a place where a large amount of Soul Essence might spawn with very low danger, it's only that place... Arkham Asylum.

You can kill anyone and they might drop a whole lot of essence.

"I don't think I have a habit of wearing tight clothes."

Tan Wenjie put on his hood, stepped on a broom, and flew out of the window, heading straight for Gotham City.

Arkham Asylum, a place that produces many talented people.

This place is home to countless lunatics; if you let any one of them out, they could turn the world upside down.

For the mentally ill, the mental hospital is just a rest stop. If they get caught, they'll stay there for a few days and then run away when they feel like it again.

But for the asylum, it has always been incomplete, because it has yet to capture Gotham City’s biggest madman: Batman.

Gotham City was covered by thick clouds early in the night.

When a figure riding a magical broom arrived, it immediately attracted the attention of Mr. Wayne, who was hiding in a dark bat cave and did not want to reveal his name.

"Master?" Butler Afu, standing in the corner, asked in confusion.

He was dressed in an elegant gentleman's tailcoat.

In his field of vision, apart from the sexy buttocks and chin peeking out halfway from the darkness, he could see nothing.

Even in the Batcave, Batman habitually hides in the darkness.

"Afu, we have uninvited guests."

"Your body can't continue; you should rest."

"But this city needs me."

He got up and quickly changed his equipment. His black cloak suddenly unfurled, and as the swarm of bats squeaked and rushed out, a specially crafted bat-shaped fighter jet shot out of the cave.

Afu stood still: "Perhaps you need this city."

He sat down in the chair and put on his headset.

Butler is now in support mode.

Tan Wenjie, who had already been targeted, had quietly entered Arkham Asylum and strode to the iron cage room where patients were being held.

Raise your hand and knock gently on the door.

"Who!" A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Tan Wenjie's neck, but he easily dodged it.

When he tried to pull his hand back, Tan Wenjie gently tapped it with a hammer, and it snapped with a "crack".

"Fuck, who are you?!"

“I’m here to find some unlucky guys. Can you tell me who’s here?” Tan Wenjie gently tossed the hammer upwards.

Thor's hammer bounced up and down, as if it were made of plastic and had no weight at all.

"How should I know! There are only lunatics here!" the man inside yelled. "Damn it, you broke my arm, I'm going to kill you."

Tan Wenjie asked in surprise, "This is a mental hospital, not a place for the mentally challenged."

Having mental problems doesn't mean you're courting death. On the contrary, the smartest and most wicked people in Gotham, and even the world, are in Arkham. It's an insult to Arkham Asylum for idiots to come in, gain experience, and climb the corporate ladder.

"You bastard!!" A furious roar of impotence echoed from inside the ward.

Tan Wenjie, about to make another move, instinctively tried to grab the hammer that had been tossed up.

"Whoosh-"

A rope shot out quickly and wrapped around the hammer handle.

Then a figure pulled him out of the ventilation duct.

"Thump." The hammer landed with a thud.

Tan Wenjie turned to look at Batman, who was lying on the ground: "Batman, what's up?"

To offer such a grand gesture upon first meeting—their intentions are truly despicable.

After all, Batman's parents and elders would definitely die.

Be more careful in the future; don't walk through alleys.

“You’ve trespassed into Arkham Asylum.” Batman loosened his restraints and stood up, speaking in a hoarse voice, “What are you planning? To release these lunatics, or… to kill them all?”

"Only kill those with distinctive characteristics."

Tan Wenjie is very serious.

Like the clown, killing him would definitely yield his soul essence.

You won't be able to do it.

"why?"

"Because I am Batman."

"Damn it," Tan Wenjie couldn't help but complain, "Won't Iron Man ask you for royalties?"

Batman charged at Tan Wenjie and punched him squarely in the cheek.

As a master of combat, Batman has reached the limits of human capability, whether armed or unarmed. Unfortunately, today he is not facing a human, but someone who would be considered a formidable warrior even among gods.

He took a half-step back, easily dodging the attack while simultaneously delivering a side kick to Batman's face.

Amidst the flurry of punches and kicks, the two sides had already exchanged more than a dozen blows. The dazzling exchange left no room for pause or thought; they seemed to be fighting solely on instinct.

"The punches aren't powerful, but the technique is perfect." Batman became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Based on his previous rough observations and character sketches, he guessed that the opponent was a character skilled in using magic, but after the fight, he could no longer be sure of his assumptions.

I have never seen an enemy who can exert and withdraw power so perfectly. It is not as precise as a machine, because machines have fixed routines and everything is traceable. The enemy in front of me is more like a top master. When he uses his familiar moves to fight, he will also create a few new moves from time to time.

"Oh!"

Batman crossed his arms to take the kick head-on, then pushed off the ground and staggered back. When he reached Thor's hammer, he instinctively reached for it.

However, he couldn't grab it in one go and almost fell to the ground.

“This hammer can test human nature,” Tan Wenjie said. “Only those with noble and pure character can lift it. It seems you are still far from it, you dark-hearted Batman!”

Batman: "..."

He admitted to having a dark side, but I held back.

But the person in front of me is definitely not of noble character.

The hammer suddenly flew up, and Batman was startled and immediately let go, watching as the hammer flew back into Tan Wenjie's hand.

"Stop messing around, I'll leave after I kill the clown."

"You're going to kill the Joker?"

He absolutely would not allow anyone to kill the Joker.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

I almost forgot about the strange and perverse bond between the two.

Batman charged forward.

"Boom."

With a light tap of the hammer, Batman was sent flying backward.

After tumbling to the ground, he rubbed his chest. The specially made breastplate was deformed, but thankfully the bones were not broken.

Tan Wenjie walked over, bent down and gently pressed the hammer onto Batman's chest, and Batman immediately realized that he could not move.

No matter how much force he used, he couldn't break free, yet he didn't feel any pain or torment.

It's like being crushed under a mountain that won't hurt you.

Batman demanded, "Who are you?"

Tan Wenjie: "Superman".

Batman: "Superman isn't here. I've been watching him for a long time. You can't be him."

Tan Wenjie then said, "Wonder Woman."

Batman denied it again: "She's a woman."

Tan Wenjie said helplessly, "I'm very busy, call me whatever you want."

Watching Tan Wenjie's departing figure, the suppressed Batman lowered his voice and said, "You can be anyone, yet you are not anyone, so should I call you... Mysterious Man?"

Bang!
The cell door in front opened.

A figure lunged out, but Tan Wenjie quickly raised his wand and flicked it lightly, smashing the figure's head.

"Torn apart."

Tan Wenjie can see the life experiences of his targets, especially those scumbags who are destined for hell; their life information looks completely effortless.

The garbled text likely indicates a minor issue with the transmission of information between the underworld and the netherworld.

Having learned from past mistakes, the others began to cooperate; nobody wanted their brain to explode.

Tan Wenjie opened cell doors one by one and killed many scumbags, but the final result was disappointing. Even after killing some "important characters," he still failed to get what he wanted.

It's a bit of a shame there's no clown here.

"I should go now." Tan Wenjie turned and left.

Meanwhile, the mentally ill patients who had been pretending to be quails escaped from the open cell doors, looked at Batman lying on the ground, and revealed meaningful smiles.

Whoosh—the hammer smashed through the ceiling and flew out.

Batman stood up, flashing his charming smile as well. (End of Chapter)