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Chapter 250, Section 16: Beating Up Bruce

Why has Gotham in this world become like this?

That was naturally related to Thomas's unexpected arrival. In fact, just as Barry guessed, time flowed much faster in this universe than in theirs. In just ten minutes of time outside, Thomas had lived here for nearly twenty years.

Many things happened in those twenty years. He first healed his dying parents in Crime Alley, then swept away all the villains in Gotham City with lightning speed, strangling Maroney and Falcone in their sleep. Even Will's little brother Penguin couldn't escape his fate, howling as he sank into the mud and sand of Gotham.

Now, Night Owl has long since retired from the world and, under the alias Lincoln March, is preparing to run for mayor.

That's right, even in this world, Nite Owl hasn't given up his obsession with ruling Gotham, but having healed his childhood trauma, he has chosen a gentler approach.

Oh, by the way! In this world, Bruce Wayne grew up under the loving care of his parents. Although he didn't become a masked vigilante, his early experiences still led him down the path of punishing evil and promoting good.

After graduating from the police academy, he returned to Gotham and took over the title of "Gotham's One-on-One King" from Gordon.

With Isaiah Thomas's deliberate patronage, Bruce Wayne in this world remains incredibly skilled.

Switching back to the present, the two decided to split up temporarily.

Barry sensed unusual spatial fluctuations in the area where they had crashed, so he decided to collect some signals in the vicinity first, while also looking for a way back to their original world.

Will's mission is to find and bring back Thomas Jr.

"If I find a way to travel back in time before you, where should I look for you?" Barry asked before they parted.

"Wayne Manor, please."

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After a moment's thought, Qin Wei decided to make this place the rendezvous point for this operation.

After saying goodbye to Barry, the first thing he did was change out of his eye-catching outfit.

It has to be said that Will's thinking was somewhat influenced by Gotham. Like Thomas when he first arrived, his first reaction was to steal a set of clothes and he naturally attributed the crime to "emergency avoidance".

The conspicuous bag crossed the road and slipped into the alley under the surprised gazes of passersby, unaware that his figure had already been spotted by a young man buying coffee on the street corner.

"Fergie, I have some things to take care of."

The young man patted his partner on the shoulder, placed the coffee on the nearby trash can, and stared intently at the strange figure that disappeared into the dark alley.

"What's wrong, Bruce? Why do you look so serious? Have you found someone suspicious?"

"Yes, but—I have a strange feeling that I can't quite put my finger on."

Bruce Wayne, who was on plainclothes duty, lifted his trench coat and placed his hand on his holster.

According to police regulations and procedures, it is necessary to report when suspicious persons are discovered, and even when taking action, one must do so with a partner. However, a strong sixth sense tells him that it is best not to let a third person know what is about to happen.

That intense premonition was like meeting that guy who called himself Lincoln March in an alley two thousand years ago; the gears of fate, which had been stagnant for so long, were once again turned by an invisible hand.

Bruce looked around, crossed the road, and walked into the alley.

At this moment, the crime rate in Gotham City in this universe has hit a record low. Even though there hasn't been a single murder in three months, Bruce Wayne's breathing became inexplicably rapid as he stepped into the alley.

His sixth sense grew stronger, and he was quite certain that he would encounter something next.

So when a figure appeared at the corner of the alley, he drew his pistol without hesitation.

"GCPD! Stop right there!!"

The other party's subsequent actions further confirmed his suspicions: what innocent citizen, when faced with the GCPD's guns, would not only fail to raise their hands to identify themselves, but instead crouch down and rapidly approach?

Perhaps influenced by his early experiences in the Crime Alley, Bruce in this world possesses exceptional marksmanship, but even if he lowers his gun immediately, the opponent's reaction is still much faster.

The suspect suddenly reached out and inserted his index finger into the gun's ear to jam the trigger, while simultaneously twisting his wrist in an attempt to disarm the gun.

Bruce remained calm, turning his body to the side in the direction the suspect twisted his wrist, and immediately launched a swift and concealed low kick with his left leg in an attempt to disrupt the opponent's balance.

Bruce, who inherited the title of Gotham's King of One-on-One, is not so easy to deal with.

Seeing this, the suspect bent his left arm to block, then suddenly raised his center of gravity and rammed his knee into Bruce's groin.

This counterattack caught Bruce off guard. His right hand was still fighting for the pistol, and his left leg had just kicked out and hadn't had time to retract. At this moment, he could only defend with his left hand.

But you can't fight city hall.

Just as "Little Bruce" was about to be hit hard, his opponent suddenly stopped, the knee strike stopping an inch from his groin.

Bruce wasn't about to let the suspect's moment of hesitation slip by, and immediately delivered a powerful headbutt.

But it must be said that the opponent's reaction speed was truly terrifying. The two were almost at zero distance, and Bruce's headbutt was extremely fast, but in just a few milliseconds, the opponent still managed to turn his head to dodge.

Although the damage wasn't completely avoided, the power of Bruce's headbutt was minimized.

It was the tilting of his head back that helped Bruce see the face that had been hidden under the brim of his hat.

In an instant, Bruce's pupils dilated.

"Who are you----"

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Surprise!

Before he could finish speaking, the suspect retaliated with a headbutt.

"Damn it, I ran into the real thing as soon as I arrived. Sometimes you really have to believe in fate."

After confiscating the gun and wallet, and hiding the unconscious Bruce Wayne behind a trash can, Qin Wei rubbed the bruises on his bones.

First the mechs, then the Uriah, and then he fled in panic during the battle with the tumor. The series of battles left Wei exhausted. Perhaps with just a straw mat, he could lie on the ground and sleep for three days and three nights.

But there's no other way; for Isaiah Thomas's sake, I have to work even harder, hoping this trip won't disappoint him.

But Bruce wasn't actually unconscious. After Will left, the young officer rubbed his head and dialed his mentor, Lincoln March's, number.

"Mr. Lincoln—do you remember when you were a child you told me that someone would come looking for you—I think he has already come."

After leaving the alley and hailing a taxi, Ling Wei felt relieved that the persistent taxi driver hadn't chased him into this universe.

This may be the only good news in recent days.

Where are you going?

Wayne Manor.

Qin Wei lowered his hat brim and, feeling utterly bored, picked up Bruce's wallet to perk himself up.

A family photo of three people—how could such a bizarre thing appear on Batman?

A photo of him with Isaiah Thomas suggests that he made the right choice by choosing Wayne Manor.

Multiple intimate photos with young girls —

"Damn, you're living a better life than me!"

He angrily closed his wallet, muttered a sour curse, and perhaps the only consolation was that none of the girls in the photos were as beautiful as Selena.

After getting out of the taxi, Wei's dizziness worsened, and he rang the doorbell while gripping the iron gate railing and panting heavily.

He vaguely saw a tall, thin figure walking towards him. With the footsteps approaching and receding, Wei's consciousness gradually faded.

Having reached this point, he could no longer hold on.

His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, hearing Alfred's faint cries in his ears.

"Young Master! What's wrong?"

But Wei could never have guessed that during the time he lost consciousness, Bruce Wayne's alter ego, which had been dormant within him, was quietly resurfacing.

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