I became light in American comics

A round, white-shelled egg?

Damn, it's retreated too much.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the kitchen door, followed by the young owner's voice: "Senior Wizard?"

The old wizard's heart skipped a beat. In a moment of inspiration, he silently chanted a levitation spell, and with a flick of his finger, the poor egg was launched out of the open window.

So when Shen You entered the room, he saw the old wizard standing in the middle of the kitchen, lost in thought.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

The old wizard coughed and calmly stroked his long beard: "A wise wizard needs to set aside some time each day to contemplate life."

"Uh, okay. I hope I haven't disturbed your thoughts. I have a question."

"Hmm, go ahead and speak." The wizard stroked his long beard, maintaining his air of superiority.

Shen You then briefly explained his purpose and thoughts.

The old wizard pondered for a moment, then stroked his long beard and said, "As for materials, if that's the case, the temple might still have a small amount of the Ninth Metal left."

Shen You's spirits lifted upon hearing this.

Is the ninth metal the legendary N metal?

That's the highest-grade material you can get in DC. It's described as a metal with the potential to "overturn all the rules of physics and magic," possessing various extraordinary properties even without any processing.

For example, it has anti-gravity properties, allowing those who wear N metal to fly freely. It also enhances the user's strength, grants super self-healing abilities, and provides top-tier magic resistance. The higher the purity, the greater the power; although very rare, the purest N metal can grant immortality and even resurrection.

Then, while this thing is rare, it's not that rare. It's practically everywhere in the Sennagan Empire, the homeland of DC superhero Hawkman, similar to vibranium in Wakanda in the Marvel universe.

“There’s not much left, just a little.” The old wizard shook his head. “I obtained it by chance many years ago. I’ve used most of it, and the remaining small amount has been sitting there for thousands of years, so it’s of no use to me. If you want it, you can take it.”

Shen You thanked him. Even a small amount of N metal, a god-level material, would have extraordinary effects, and very few people are wealthy enough to use pure N metal to make weapons; most of them are mixed with other materials.

Just then, a commotion arose from the coffee shop outside.

"Don't be so cold."

A group of teenagers, looking like thugs, were huddled around a table in a coffee shop, winking and making faces at a pretty girl.

Three companions surrounded him, each wearing a sinister grin. They were dressed casually, mostly in ripped jeans with Hideyoshi's jeans and short-sleeved T-shirts with patterns or letters, their dirty appearance exuding a decadent and wild vibe.

The girl clearly didn't want to cause trouble, so she simply moved away from him.

"Don't be so cold, I just want to make friends."

"Yeah, we're just chatting and talking," his companion chimed in.

"It's pointless to be ungrateful when you're given a chance."

The boy slammed his hand on the table, making the silver skull hanging around his neck rattle loudly.

The girl turned pale with fright and shrank back slightly, saying, "I'm sorry, but I'm really busy."

"Really? Then let me make some time for you."

The boy grunted and actually raised his fist as if to hit her, which frightened the girl so much that she covered her head.

But when he swung with all his might, he couldn't actually swing it down.

The boy turned his head in surprise and immediately saw Shen You, who had appeared beside him at some point. With a kind smile, Shen You reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist.

"I'm sorry, sir, but violence is prohibited in our store."

The young man narrowed his eyes: "You're the shop owner? This is none of your business. We're from the Cross Gang, so if you know what's good for you, get out of my way and don't get in my way."

"The Cross Gang?" Shen You thought hard for a moment.

Not impressed.

The main problem is that there are just too many gangs, big and small, in Gotham. He can't even remember all the big gangs, let alone the little ones that are nobody.

“We operate around 19th Street. Today we're here on behalf of our boss, Elliott. Yes, the Elliott known as ‘Mad Elliott’!”

"Oh, I see." Shen You said in realization.

I knew it. No wonder there were still some clueless idiots causing trouble in my shop even now; they must be from someone else's neighborhood.

It's normal for outsiders to be confused about the situation.

His sudden realization seemed to be interpreted by the young man as him having heard of his boss's reputation, which made him even more arrogant.

"So now let go of my hand, apologize, and you can still run your shop here peacefully. I can pretend nothing happened."

Bang bang bang.

Four muffled thuds followed.

The four thugs lay on their backs, blood streaming from their noses, and the pain of being beaten didn't even begin until they fell to the ground.

too fast.

One second he was still arrogant, and the boy was still lying on the cold floor, completely unaware of the situation.

Did I just... flop?

How?

Confused, he lay down on the ground and saw the young boss casually drag over a chair and sit down next to him.

"Now, about that... 'Crazy Elliott'?" Shen You smiled, "Let's go into details."

The group of rascals trembled.

I'm starting to vaguely realize that I might have stirred up a hornet's nest this time.

Chapter 13: A group of people are coming to perform crosstalk?

As everyone knows, before Batman appeared, Gotham was truly a chaotic place, literally a den of iniquity. Underground activities and black market dealings were rampant, with gangs of all sizes spreading like a virus throughout the streets and alleys.

David Patrick is a self-made man who rose from humble beginnings in such a chaotic era. He made his first fortune with marijuana during his student days and continued to focus on campus sales even after he became wealthy.

As their business grew, so did their number of henchmen. They called themselves the "Cross Gang" and gradually became a powerful force in their own right. Gangs in the surrounding neighborhoods all had to give them some respect.

But to build a business in Gotham—in any area—you can't just rely on brute force. David isn't particularly capable, but he's got some cleverness.

Although it wasn't within his gang's sphere of influence, he had heard about the newly opened HISHE Cafe in Kingston. While he didn't know the details, he guessed the owner might be influential. Otherwise, an ordinary person wouldn't have the power to make a local gang obediently withdraw from the community.

This is why, despite it being nothing more than a trivial brawl among the lowest-ranking gang members, he made an exception and personally intervened.

When the young troublemakers who had been subdued saw that even the leader of an organization they would never normally come into contact with had appeared, they panicked.

I'm increasingly realizing that things might be getting serious.

"Hello, Mr. Shen." David greeted him politely, a cigar dangling from his mouth, but his eyes clearly gleamed with the light of a wild beast from the primeval jungle.

Shen You ignored him and asked directly, "Who is 'Crazy Eliot'?"

It quieted down for a moment.

David stepped aside, making way for his underlings. All eyes turned to a young man wearing a black leather jacket with a blue dragon tattoo on his body.

That was clearly Elliott, but Crazy couldn't tell; all he could see was that Elliott was pale and looked like he was in a terrible pain.

He was the direct superior of those young men, but to put it nicely, he was just a low-level errand boy. His new underlings were inexperienced, but he was a seasoned veteran, especially knowing that there were some people in Gotham who were not to be trifled with.

The seemingly amiable young man before them was one of them. On the surface, he looked like a frail, scholarly man, as if a gust of wind could blow him over compared to these gangsters. But anyone who had heard the rumors about the former local bullies in the neighborhood—broken legs, car accidents, and the like—knew that this man was definitely not as simple as he seemed.

Who is Elliott? Does he have the right to speak in a situation like this?

Elliott's legs trembled slightly as he nervously stepped forward. One of his good friends kindly advised him in his ear, "Remember, the softer your voice, the stronger your presence. Real big shots speak softly."

Elliot nodded, indicating that he had remembered.

Then he walked up to Shen You, trying to look a bit arrogant, and his lips seemed to move slightly, but no sound came out.

Shen You raised an eyebrow: "Dude, did you leave your vocal cords at home?"

Elliot: “.”

Eliot felt a chill run down his spine when he realized David was staring at him with a hostile expression. He quickly realized this might be a matter of life and death; if he performed poorly and embarrassed himself today, his boss might just shoot him when he got back—David was the kind of person who would do such a thing.

So he tried to stand tall and puff out his chest, attempting to look fierce and menacing.

"Sit down," Shen You said calmly.

"okay."

Elliott sat down in the chair and obediently looked up at Shen You, like a well-trained lapdog.

After he sat down reflexively, he suddenly realized something was wrong: why did I listen to him?

He had never met anyone like this young boss before.

He appeared gentle and polite, yet there seemed to be something in his eyes that no one else possessed, making you afraid to meet his gaze. It was as if every movement he made, every word he uttered, naturally carried a certain authority, instinctively preventing anyone from disobeying him.

He tried to get up, but as soon as he moved his legs, he felt an overwhelming pressure that made him sit back down.

Unable to muster the courage to stand, Elliott could only hang his head and mumble softly, "I just suddenly wanted to sit down."

Shen You smiled but remained silent.

Not to mention the huge gap in the level of life, if his mental strength can't even shake a drug addict, then all his more than a thousand years of mental training has been in vain.

The young troublemakers nearby were so frightened they were dumbfounded.

Holy crap, is this still their ruthless, killer-without-blinking boss?

That crazy Elliott who would fight at the drop of a hat and was known for wielding a knife from Crime Alley to Arkham.

Why are you acting like a coward, like a dog?

"Tell me about your underlings," Shen You said, getting to the point. He beckoned to the leader of the thugs who had harassed the girl earlier. "Hey, come here."

The thug had a dark expression, but dared not disobey at all, and walked forward with his head down.

"He said he's one of your underlings, right?" Shen You asked.

Elliott glared fiercely at the thug, then forced himself to admit, "Yes."

"He harassed other customers in my shop and even tried to hit them. What does Mr. Elliott think?"

Elliot glanced at David behind him and noticed that his boss's expression was growing increasingly fierce, which made him even more nervous. Knowing that he would be in big trouble if he didn't perform well, a sudden surge of malice arose within him.

He suddenly raised his head, puffed out his chest, and said, "We, the Cross Gang, have been around for years and have never been afraid of anything, nor have we ever bowed our heads to anyone. As our boss always says, business is also a battlefield, and what we businessmen believe in is fairness!"