I, the younger brother of Superman, ended up with a Thanos template.

He nodded stiffly in response.

……

"Have you found your target?"

As they walked out of the restaurant, Selena, dressed in a black dress, asked.

David nodded.

As expected, Avery immediately sought out Cameron Falcone, one of the biggest mob bosses in Gotham, upon his arrival.

Falcone, nicknamed "The Roman," is known for his ruthless and cold-blooded nature. His gang is known as the Roman Empire, and he is arguably the biggest gangster boss in Gotham today. He has connections with Gotham city councilors and high-ranking police officials.

A person of his status is generally not someone who dares to attack. If someone does attack him, they are definitely prepared to kill him, otherwise they will face cruel retaliation.

But Falcone was injured, even humiliatingly left with a bruise on his neck, yet his opponent didn't kill him, indicating that they weren't afraid of his retaliation at all.

"So, our deal is done?"

David knew that what she really wanted to ask was, "Where is her heart-shaped plant?"

"I'll bring it to you next time I come to Gotham."

"next time?"

Catwoman stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what she had just heard.

“Beautiful lady, don’t you know that flowers and plants have their seasons?”

David smiled, then suddenly glanced behind Catwoman with a puzzled look.

"what is that?"

"what?"

Caught off guard, Catwoman turned her head in confusion, then turned back to find no one in front of her; the street was deserted and David was nowhere to be seen.

She instantly realized what had happened; she had actually been scammed.

Selena felt like her lungs were about to explode with anger, gritting her teeth like a beautiful but furious black cat.

"Don't let me see you again, you..."

Her anger faltered, and the catwoman suddenly realized that she still didn't know the man's name from yesterday until now.

Ah, she was getting a little frantic.

Seeing her in her beautiful dress and with manners that didn't seem to come from high society, and in front of one of Gotham's most expensive restaurants, several passersby secretly shook their heads, thinking she was just another poor girl who had been used and discarded by a rich young man.

"Miss?" Someone tried to strike up a conversation.

"roll!"

……

In the pitch-black night, on an old manor on the outskirts of Gotham, a cold-faced mobster patrolled with a muscular, fierce dog.

This is the headquarters of the Romans, the biggest mob boss in Gotham.

The security and defense are even tighter than those of a prison.

David, dressed in a sharp suit, appeared outside the manor.

"Sometimes, even though it's a child's trick, people still get fooled."

As for the heart-shaped grass...

In the other universe, he simply didn't have it.

But Catwoman didn't lose out either, at least she got to eat an expensive meal at the restaurant she'd always wanted to go to.

……

Inside the manor.

The luxurious master bedroom that originally belonged to the Romans has been occupied by one person, and some decadent music can be heard coming from inside.

He left the bedroom that originally belonged to him.

Falcone's face was ashen. This man, who had always been a pivotal figure in Gotham's underworld and was like a godfather, had short, neat gray hair and a cold, imposing expression.

Upon seeing him emerge, someone immediately rushed forward, excitedly wanting to say something.

He calmly shook his head, stopping the man from speaking.

"too close."

We continued until we arrived at another ancient castle.

"Did you find it?"

“Boss.

"His name is Avery Regan, and he's a high school student in the small town of Smallville, a metropolis." (Report from his subordinate.)

"Middle school student?"

Upon hearing this, Falcone touched his neck with a grim expression.

Some time ago, someone suddenly broke into his manor, ignoring all the guns, and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. He grabbed him by the neck with one hand, lifted him up, and threatened him to submit or he would break his neck.

"A middle school student almost suffocated me to death."

Faced with the threat of death, everyone is equal, forcing him to submit in a pathetic manner in order to survive.

Although these few days were short, they brought him profound humiliation. His gang had become a tool for that kid's pleasure and enjoyment, and he had become a servant that kid could order around.

“Our people have been planted around his parents. With just one order from you, they can be arrested and used as bargaining chips at any time.”

"Wait a minute, it's not the right time."

Falcone shook his head, his eyes filled with apprehension.

That kid's skin could easily withstand submachine gun bullets, and he was faster than sound. He was like a monster, unlike the ordinary people he had dealt with before. He had to admit that this made him a little scared.

Young men are often the most difficult to control in the underworld. They are often audacious and reckless, seemingly without fear, and act without restraint. They may even do anything in a moment of passion or excitement.

"Using his parents as a threat might not work; it can only be used as a last resort for now."

Despite being over fifty years old, he still didn't want to risk his life.

"But when will we have to wait?"

The gang leader's confidant couldn't help but ask.

What is he afraid of?

Inside the room, Falcone frowned and murmured softly.

"What?" the confidant asked in confusion.

“That kid has a lot to worry about,” Falcone said with certainty.

“I tried to test him several times in various ways, such as asking him, who has such monstrous abilities, to unify the Gotham underworld, but he seemed to be wary of something and hesitated to agree. He only told me to raise assets and gather people to obey his orders.”

“But what could possibly make someone with that kind of ability like him wary?” He frowned.

Only when we can figure this out will things truly be secure.

Inside the house, the Gotham mob godfather and several of his men were filled with doubt.

Bang!

The window shattered with a deafening roar, shards flying everywhere, and a cold figure suddenly leaped through the window like a cannonball!

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58. Chapter 58 Release Remarks

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Chapter 59. He was there.

Late at night, under the dim yellow light of the streetlights.

Jonathan, who had just returned from delivering goods, drove his pickup truck on a suburban road with a slightly worried expression.