There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 182, Section 79: Help me, Mr. Hacker!

Henry was clearly the one who was coercing, but at this moment it was as if Qin Wei's deep and heavy voice had grabbed him by the throat.

"Yes, that's it. Think about it carefully again. Theft, robbery, and murder are completely different. You've already taken two wrong turns at this crossroads. Don't miss this last chance."

Under Qin Wei's "patient persuasion," Henry almost prepared to put down his knife.

But the other person's last words reminded him—you've already gone the wrong way twice.

If I follow my heart again this time, what if I make the same mistake again?

On second thought, Gotham is a dog-eat-dog world; being soft-hearted and regretful could cost you your life. Rather than hoping the other party will spare your life, it's better to take the initiative.

With that in mind, Henry no longer hesitated.

"Hehehe, that's right, yes, if your woman doesn't obey, I will definitely kill her—" Before he could finish speaking, his wrist was restrained by a steel clamp.

No, those aren't steel pliers, they're just the hands of an old man in his eighties. But why would a mere old man have such a strong grip?

Amidst the intermittent screams, Henry felt as if his wrist bones were about to shatter at any moment.

"It's a pity you chose the wrong path, but I will still give you a chance—if you can stand up again for the rest of your life."

Qin Wei sneered and twisted Henry's wrist 180 degrees.

Click!

ah-!!!!!

The commotion was quite loud. First, there was a gunshot, followed by the sounds of fighting, and finally, the curtain fell on this farce with the gradually fading wails.

The passengers on the platform were all frightened away, and only the few gang members who had been there at the beginning were still leaning against the wall smoking.

Why isn't this over yet? What if the judges come? How are we supposed to do business then?!

As the group grumbled a few words, they suddenly saw two figures emerge from the shadows.

A woman? An old man! And what about those guys with guns?

The group looked at each other, and in their companions' eyes, they saw the same confusion in each other.

"Where are the others?"

The gang leader, being rather bold, stopped Selena and asked her a question.

Qin Wei looked up upon hearing this.

When the young man met the sharp, hawk-like gaze emanating from the shadow beneath the brim of his top hat, he was instantly stunned into stillness.

"The Judgment Knight was just here."

Qin Wei took out his wallet and pulled out a wad of banknotes.

"Please help me deal with this. This money should be enough to call an ambulance."

"Take it! Don't just stand there like an idiot."

"Oh—okay!"

The young man hurriedly took the money, but his hand trembled, and the banknotes scattered all over the ground. Startled, he squatted down without thinking and began cleaning up the mess like a child who had spilled a jar of candy in front of strict parents.

It wasn't an overreaction, but rather that he clearly saw Qin Wei's hand when the banknotes were handed over.

The knuckles were distinct, thick, and strong; the veins on the back of the hand, stained with blood, were winding and prominent.

This isn't an old man's hand.

Could this guy be the Judgment Knight in disguise?

Just as he was thinking this, Qin Wei also squatted down.

"You wouldn't be pocketing this money, would you?" His tone was clearly amused, but to the young man it sounded like a blatant threat.

"No, no!" The gang member shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"That's good. I'll pretend I didn't hear those harsh words you said earlier." Qin Wei reached out and patted the young man's neck with a smile.

Harsh words? What harsh words!

The young man then remembered that he had insulted Selena before.

You bitch, you better remember this!

Damn it, I almost got myself killed!

If he could go back in time, he would want to tear his own mouth apart.

Fortunately, the other party had no intention of pursuing the matter.

After the young man finished picking up the money, Qin Wei and Selena had vanished, while his companions looked at him with funny expressions: "Hey bro, how come an old man scared you like that?"

"What does this money mean? That old man's gone mad, giving us money! How about we take it and go for a drink!"

Despite his companion's teasing, the young man remained silent and walked deeper into the subway station. He needed to find out two things: what had happened to those pickpockets, and who that dangerous old man was.

But in the end, these two things are just one thing. If those fools suffer a terrible fate, the identity of the terrifying old man can be basically confirmed.

At first, the companions followed the young man with laughter, but when they saw the pickpockets who had been tied to the subway railings by Selena with a whip, their laughter suddenly caught in their throats.

There was a large pool of blood on the ground, and a series of bloody footprints led all the way to the toilet.

The group looked at each other in silence, but finally mustered their courage and went into the restroom side by side.

Then they saw Henry, who had been curled up into a ball and stuffed into the urinal. His legs were hanging over his shoulders, his hands were bent at an odd angle and came out from behind his neck, his eyes were rolling back, and he was muttering incoherently while spitting blood.

"Now—does anyone still think this money should be used for drinking?"

The young man's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at his companions, whose faces were also deathly pale.

Upon arriving at the heart of the Diamond District, the two split up. Selena went to find her beloved little motorcycle, while Qin Wei went into an Apple store and bought a brand new laptop.

He then found a nice British-style pub, sat down in a corner, and connected to the Wi-Fi.

After logging into a mysterious forum, Qin Wei took out the note prepared by Tim from his pocket, entered his account and password, and found a chat room at the top of his contact list.

According to Tim, the hackers in the group are all well-known thieves in China. Apart from software development, he learned most of his hacking skills from these guys.

"Wow! Robin Hood?! Long time no see! Where have you been all this time? Did you get targeted for transferring gang assets from an unregistered account last time?!"

I logged in just one second ago, and messages popped up in the chat room.

As Qin Wei was pondering how to respond, another user with a black avatar and a hidden ID popped up.

"Damn it, shut up! This guy isn't Robin Hood! He's completely unguarded this time. I hacked into his camera and saw an ugly old face."

Qin Wei awkwardly touched his chin. It seemed that even Zha Kang couldn't fool these guys in the online world.

"Hello, I am Robin Hood's friend."

"How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it? How to prove it?"

A third guy joined the chat and immediately started spamming messages, making Qin Wei's head spin.

"I can't prove it, but this USB drive contains what you want."

Qin Wei inserted the first USB drive, which his mother had given him before he left, saying that as long as he inserted it into the computer, the other party would trust him.

In the following minutes, the hackers vanished as if they had disappeared into thin air, and the chat room fell silent.

Just as Qin Wei was getting a little impatient, the first person to speak finally opened his mouth.

"This encryption is so complex, it took me a full five minutes to crack! It's almost certainly Robin Hood's work."

"Damn it! This is outrageous!! You've already cracked it? I don't know if my skills have deteriorated or Robin Hood has gotten stronger! I have absolutely no way to deal with it!!!!

"Useless! — Useless! Useless! Useless!"

The third hacker started sending a barrage of messages, and Qin Wei really wanted to reach through the screen and break all ten of the hacker's fingers.

"Speak, what do you want with us?"

"I'd like you to help spread this video online." Qin Wei pulled out a second USB drive, which contained the video filmed last night on the top floor of the Wayne Tower.

There's the gray lumps and swamp monsters, and of course, the eerie worship site of the Owl Court.