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Chapter 10 My door! (Please support, or leave a comment)
"Another beautiful day!"

Martin was awakened by the alarm clock on the bedside. Although the weather in Gotham was still gray without a trace of sunshine, he was in a good mood.

He lifted the quilt and stretched, exerting force on his waist, and jumped up from the spring bed. He put on his glasses and walked to the floor-length mirror.

"My pajamas don't seem to have changed at all!"

Martin touched his chin and said happily: "It seems that my identity today is very ordinary, and there shouldn't be any big troubles coming to me."

He was very upset because he let the Penguin Man run away yesterday. He decided to go look for the short and fat man today and get to the bottom of this matter.

It's not Martin's character to leave things halfway done and then ignore them.

Thinking of this, he nodded to himself in the mirror and decided...

"Let's go have breakfast first!"

The Penguin is in Gotham and he won't run away, but he would feel uncomfortable if he couldn't fill his stomach.

Martin walked out of the bedroom, touching his belly, and saw a Garand semi-automatic rifle and a small black bag next to the bedroom door - the bag contained the equipment Gordon gave him yesterday.

He picked up the rifle, examined it carefully, and muttered, "This is Penguin's collection gun. How did it come home with me? Will I get a souvenir like this every day when I wake up in the future?"

Martin didn't dwell on this question. He would know the answer to this question when he opened his eyes tomorrow. There was no need to worry about it now.

He found a random blank space on the wall and hung the semi-automatic rifle there as a decoration.

After hanging up the gun, he went into the kitchen and made himself a simple breakfast of millet porridge, boiled eggs, white steamed buns, and a few side dishes. It was simple, convenient and light.

Martin doesn't like to eat oily food in the morning and has no appetite.

"The Gotham Police Department raided the Last Quote last night, cutting off the illegal smuggling chain of Penguin Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot and seizing a large amount of munitions and supplies."

"The Gotham Chamber of Commerce announced early this morning that in order to improve the lives of Gotham citizens, several banks, led by Wayne Bank, are preparing to implement new economic policies..."

"The City Council has spoken out against the growing level of gang crime..."

Martin drank his porridge while watching the blonde host on TV telling today's news, and he sighed at how efficient Batman and Gordon were.

It only took a few hours to get all the issues on the final quote number fixed, that's bat speed.

"I really don't know how Batman convinced those wealthy businessmen to make such a big concession?"

Martin looked at the new economic policy that would make Gotham bankers bleed collectively, and shook his head with a click of the tongue.

At this moment, he was suddenly blinded by the reflected light from the window. His body reacted subconsciously. He flicked his wrist and the bamboo chopsticks flew out like lightning, hitting the willow-leaf-shaped hidden weapon that came from the window.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the house was violently kicked open, a large piece of the square frame was torn off by the steel lock, and wood chips flew everywhere, even splashing on Martin's face.

"My door!"

Martin whined.

He has realized that his identity today is a martial artist.

But he cared more about the damaged door of his home than his identity.

His home is just an ordinary house, there is nothing special about it, no protective shield and no automatic recovery ability.

If the bedroom was bombed, he would wake up tomorrow, either lying on the streets of Gotham, or on some deserted planet tens of thousands of light years away. Thinking of that scene, Martin couldn't help but shudder, and then he exerted force with his legs and rushed out like a cheetah.

Bang, bang, bang!

Martin rushed out of the house and met a long-haired woman wearing a black windbreaker, a red shirt, black leather pants and leather boots. Without saying a word, he swung his fists like hammers, clamped the other person's head and smashed it in the middle.

Although the woman was a few inches shorter than Martin, her reaction was not slow at all. She planted her legs directly on the steps and raised her arms to protect both sides of her head to block the hammer's arms.

Martin was also surprised. He was not surprised that the opponent blocked his attack, but was surprised that the opponent actually took all his attacks without any injury.

In a flash, the woman seized the opportunity and turned defense into offense. Her two arms wrapped around Martin's arms like wandering snakes, her ten fingers tightly grasped Martin's arm joints, and her two slender and strong thighs also wrapped around Martin's waist, trying to throw him off the stairs.

Although Martin was entangled by the woman, he did not have any lustful thoughts about the beauty. He just felt that the other party was extremely difficult to deal with, especially when he caught a glimpse of many warriors in black standing on the street. He secretly complained in his heart, wondering why trouble came as soon as he opened his eyes.

He steadied his lower body, fell down, grabbed the woman's shoulders with both hands, and then slammed his head forward!
Click!

Martin originally hit the woman on the head, intending to knock her out.

But the opponent was not a wooden man. At the last second, he raised his body and used his chest as a cushion to block in front.

Even with the soft fat cushioning, Martin still broke the woman's ribs with his hammer, and the moment she felt pain, he spun on the spot and threw her out.

The woman steadied herself in mid-air, did an elegant backflip, and landed steadily on top of a car on the street.

The black-clad warriors who occupied the entire street, seeing that the woman did not get any advantage, instantly raised their compound crossbows and aimed at Martin.

"Everyone, step back. This is a duel between Master Martin and me. No one is allowed to interfere."

The woman jumped down from the roof of the car and yelled at her puppet-like subordinates to move away.

When Martin heard the word "Master", he knew that this must be another trouble caused by his identity as a martial artist.

Can't you wait until I finish my meal?
The woman couldn't hear Martin's inner wailing, so she stepped forward and clasped her fists and said, "Master Martin is worthy of being one of the most famous martial arts masters in the world. He was able to respond like this when he was attacked. I came all the way to Gotham, and it wasn't in vain."

Martin frowned and said in a deep voice, "I can't bear the title of Master, but you kicked my door in the morning and said such crazy things, so you must be someone you are not, right?"

The woman's expression did not change despite Martin's sarcastic remarks. She continued, "Friends in the underworld, please give me face and call me 'Mrs. Shiva'. Master Martin, you can call me by my real name, Sandra Wushan."

Martin suddenly realized and found it extremely difficult to solve the problem.

Of course he knew about the famous Lady Silva, one of the strongest martial artists in the world, who had defeated Batman several times, a woman who was striving to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

"Mrs. Shiva, I have heard of your name for a long time."

Martin put his hands behind his back and nodded to Shiva, saying, "I know why you came here. You just want to fight me. I am looking forward to fighting with a master like you. But you have to wait for me to change my clothes first."

He shook out his pajamas which were almost torn to pieces.

"I'll be waiting outside the door."

Shiva made a gesture of invitation. She was always arrogant, but she was also very polite to people who were really capable.

After the brief fight just now, she was sure that Martin was not just a fancy man in name only, and she didn't mind waiting a little longer.

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