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Chapter 257, Section 23: Mudface felt very innocent.

"You've noticed too, haven't you? This is really bad luck. I will never allow this so-called Knights of St. Dumas to set up shop in Gotham."

"This is no longer just a matter of bad luck."

Qin Wei lay on the sofa, organizing his thoughts as he tapped his knees with his fingers.

"If it were just about moving to Gotham, that would be one thing, but the point is becoming mayor—speaking of which, Oss, are you interested in being mayor?"

"What do you think!?" The little penguin rolled its eyes at Qin Wei, as if to say, "You'll figure it out yourself."

"Don't rush to refuse. Your position as mayor is very different from others. Traditional politicians are easily corrupted by capital and threatened by gangs, but you are different. You have money and are a gang representative. No one can control your will."

"I understand, but how can a notorious gang member win public votes and whitewash his image to rise to power?"

"Actually, there's no need to whitewash it. So what if they know you're a gang? The original government in Gotham is completely rotten anyway. Maybe the public wants a change of pace. No matter how rotten it is, it can't be worse than that son of a bitch Locke."

Qin Wei's words may seem idealistic at first glance, but in reality, many presidents in various countries did jobs that had nothing to do with politics before taking office, such as businessmen, football goalkeepers, or even comedians. It just goes to show that reality is always more dramatic than imagination.

"That's true. Locke should be rotting away in his coffin by now, nothing but bones. There's no reason for me to be worse off than him. Wait—that's not the point. The point is, why did I become mayor?"

Oswald touched his nose thoughtfully, then realized what the key issue was.

Do you love Gotham?

"Ah? My hometown, how could I not love it?!"

"That solves it. When you see those politicians colluding with capital to make a mess of Gotham, you won't develop a little V's mentality."

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"Even a dog could do better than these bastards?"

"Probably."

"That settles it!" Qin Wei slapped his thigh. "If you're so capable, then go for it!"

"So I'm the dog that's been chained up?"

"Hey, you said it yourself!"

After much persuasion, at least Oswald's blocked brain circuits were cleared. Next, Will needs to prepare an eye-catching plan that will win over the public for our penguin mayor-to-be.

Fortunately, Gotham is currently in dire need of rebuilding, and the New Deal approach can be directly adopted. Qin Wei decided to send the little penguin to rebuild the Tower of Wayne, using work relief to stimulate the economy.

Of course, in addition to boosting the economy, combating crime is also an indispensable part, which happens to coincide with the large gangs' pursuit of stability.

The two discussed for several hours, and then dragged Royce into the living room to write the proposal.

"Gentlemen, why not hire a secretary? It won't cost much. Why waste your own people?"

Working late into the night, Qin Wei finally finalized the entire plan. Before going to bed, he visited Thomas and Beaufort once more.

Ruth was still in a coma, with one person suffering from dementia and the other unconscious, but to his surprise, there was a third person in the guest room.

Thomas Elliott, who had just finished examining the owl, was writing a psychological diagnosis. Dressed in a white coat and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he was the perfect embodiment of a "refined scoundrel."

"Why haven't you left yet! Do you really think this is your home?"

"What a cold-hearted guy. Don't forget who performed your brain surgery."

Thomas took off his glasses and handed over the report.

"Initial assessment indicates no pathological changes in the brain. Your brother has likely suffered a major shock. Whether he can recover depends entirely on himself. He might recover in the next second, or he might take a lifetime."

"I remember you're a plastic surgeon?"

"Medical schools teach general medicine; specialization only begins after you get your bachelor's degree. Besides, given the current situation in Gotham, where are you going to find a qualified psychologist? You're lucky if you even have one!"

After the owl and the real Thomas disappeared, the clone has come to believe he is the real one and has accepted the memories that are not his own without a clear conscience. It has to be said that he has a really good mindset.

After hearing Thomas's words, Qin Wei felt relieved and was about to take off his dirty clothes and take a good shower when his long-silent communicator started vibrating restlessly.

The caller ID showed Tim; needless to say, something must have happened in Gotham City again.

"Mr. Wei, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but there's been a problem at Sheldon Park in northeast Gotham. The Oracle System shows a team..."

Patrolling soldiers mysteriously disappeared after circling around to the back gate of a cosmetic raw material factory; troops are now marching towards the industrial park.

"Then let the military handle it. It's America's own business anyway." Wei yawned heavily.

"But that's not the most important thing—wait a minute, I'll send you a surveillance video."

Shortly after, a video was sent over, showing a black afterimage flashing across the rooftops of the factory buildings in the park in the night.

Qin Wei froze the image and zoomed in. With the help of the Oracle System's resolution-enhancing function, a guy with pointed ears and resembling Batman appeared in the image.

"Another bat imitator?"

"Sir, if you think this isn't serious enough, then look at the factory window showing in the lower right corner. This is the factory where the soldier went missing."

Following Tim's instructions, Qin Wei dragged the screen and, sure enough, saw a huge, protruding eyeball in the corner of the factory. Its fierce gaze seemed to threaten Qin Wei through the screen.

Roughly calculated by proportion, the size of this eyeball is about the same as the tire of a dump truck.

"Is it... a sarcoma?"

Qin Wei wasn't entirely sure. The skin color around the eyeball was indeed very similar to that of the sarcoma, but he had never seen an organ resembling an eyeball during his two encounters with the sarcoma.

Furthermore, in the resolution enhancement mode, this eye appears as a clear black and white, and it looks exactly like a human eye.

But no matter what, Qin Wei has to make the trip this time.

"Tim, it's been a while since we've played together."

Qin Wei pressed the switch at his waist, and the full-coverage nano armor spread all over his body like flipping scales.

"Yes, sir! I'm all ready."

Tim's voice sounded excited, but Qin Wei's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the boy.

"Once the situation stabilizes, I will contact your parents to pick you up, and then you can go back to school."

"No!!!!"

As expected, all children hate school, and even prodigy Tim is no exception.

"What's taught at school is too basic. I can learn a lot of useful things from Mr. Fox. Besides, I enjoy going on missions with you!"

"That makes sense, but have you thought about what would happen if something happened to you while you were with me? I would feel guilty for the rest of my life. The Judgment Knight isn't Superman; he can't protect everyone around him."

Qin Wei had long planned to send the Robins back to school, and if Gotham could truly become peaceful and stable, Bruce would probably have the same idea.

Tim remained silent. He understood Will's intentions, but still tried to resist with silence as a last resort.

"Of course, if you listen to me, I can give you a chance to learn martial arts from me. You can choose either Dick or Jason if you want."

"Yay!!"

The silent struggle finally came to an end, and Qin Wei eventually softened and agreed to teach Tim movement techniques and combat.

Of course, Qin Wei knew that learning combat sports was not something that could be done overnight. By the time Tim had mastered his skills, it would have been about ten or eight years. By then, the little guy would be almost an adult and would be able to more clearly control the direction of his life.

But he overlooked a crucial point: who among those who could become Robin, Batman, in the main universe was an ordinary person?

Basso Caro is now in a panic; the warehouse is surrounded by military personnel armed with laser weapons.

The intense light emitted by the aircraft shone through the ventilation windows around the walls, illuminating his ugly body, which was as soft and sticky as mud.

He was once an ordinary-looking, obscure actor who occasionally received offers for small films or B-movies, but even so, his life was far more comfortable than that of the lower classes in Gotham struggling in the mud.

What truly changed his life was a cosmetics company salesman who recommended a magical makeup cream to Basso, which was still in the research and development stage. It could not only make the skin smooth and radiant, but also, when a large amount was applied to the face, it could achieve a better shaping effect than clay or a bionic mask.

Because it was a trial pack, the salesperson didn't charge Basso a single penny and even signed a confidentiality agreement with him.

Basso hadn't paid any attention to it at first, and the jar of cosmetic cream had just been left to gather dust on the bathroom shelf.

One day, Basso failed his audition due to his appearance and was ridiculed by the director from head to toe.

"What's the use of good acting skills? If your eyebrows aren't deep enough, your jawline isn't well-defined, and most importantly, your masseter muscles, your masseter muscles!!! Square faces and thick masseter muscles are all the rage now. Even if you don't want plastic surgery, can't you at least chew some gum to tone them up?"

"But the male lead in the movie script is a tragic figure. Although I am not handsome enough, my chin, eyebrows, and mouth are sure to be able to portray the character well. I have also written a character biography and psychological description for him. Please take a look."

"Hmph, I've already told you, appearance is the most important thing. With streaming media so advanced these days, if you want to trick audiences into going to the cinema, you have to rely on your looks!"

As he spoke, the director stepped forward and pulled the man behind Basso over.

Give him a smile!

The man grinned, revealing a radiant yet nauseating smile. His thick jaw muscles and protruding brow bones almost made his face resemble a five-pointed star.

"See that? This is the kind of face the audience loves to see!"

Dejected, Basso returned home. He had been an actor for eight years, working his way up from minor roles and honing his superb acting skills. He had an extremely accurate grasp of the psychology and actions of the characters he portrayed.

Even so, his career was still far surpassed by younger actors with handsome and sunny appearances.

He even bought a ticket for the premiere of that art film, just to see how the guy who had rejected him performed. As expected, the other guy's acting was absolutely terrible. In a melodramatic film, he tried every trick in the book to show off his handsome angles and sunny smile. His bright white teeth, which reflected a dazzling light, almost blinded Basuo.

What made Basso even more amused and exasperated was that after the screening, everyone was talking about that damn guy.

"The male actors in this drama are so handsome!"

"Yes, I'm going to watch all the movies he's been in!"

"Go join his fan community, I heard he sometimes shares photos of his abs there."

"Aa ...

This is a blatant desecration of the Seventh Art! I will never associate with these people!

Basso clenched his fists and made a silent vow.

But when he returned home, a huge sense of loss enveloped him again.

He suddenly realized that he didn't need to be so extreme. After all, he already had good acting skills, and a handsome face was just icing on the cake.

In a daze, he remembered that magical makeup cream.

Clutching the makeup cream, Basuo stood in front of the mirror by the sink and thought of his younger self. Back then, he was often ridiculed and ostracized by his classmates because of his acne-covered face. But just when he was so self-conscious that he was on the verge of depression, his father, who was also an actor, comforted him.

"My dear child, being a person is the same as being an actor. The most important thing is not appearance but ability. As long as a good actor hones his acting skills to the point that even the most demanding film critics cannot find fault with him, he will one day shine brightly under the spotlight."

These words helped young Basso out of his slump.

After his father died in a fire on set, these words became his life's belief.

This is why Basso is so obsessed with his original appearance. If he were to undergo plastic surgery to change himself because of his anxiety about his appearance, his father in heaven would be very disappointed.

"So I gave it a try—and then washed it off right away!"

Basso's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at the brown cosmetic cream in the jar and scooped out a small spoonful with his finger.

This small spoonful helped Basso open the door to a new world, and since then he has been offered a constant stream of film roles, successfully transforming from an obscure actor into a highly sought-after A-list Hollywood star.

Of course, entertainment news and his peers never gave up their pursuit of him. One after another, his once indecent photos were dug up, and news of Basso's plastic surgery spread like wildfire.

To refute the rumors, Basso underwent X-ray and MRI scans. After the doctor provided evidence that the product was "original and genuine," he sued all the people spreading the rumors.

When a reporter asked him why his appearance had changed so much, Basso smiled brightly at the camera.

"Because I chew gum all the time, my masseter muscles have become very developed!"

Basso thought the good days would continue until Gotham was engulfed in riots, and delivery and cosmetic factories were forced to shut down.

The man's face, now devoid of makeup, began to collapse like melted ice cream.

Yes, the side effects of the cosmetic cream appeared as early as three months after its use, and the cosmetic company was shut down due to the beauty safety incident, but the factory's production line continued to operate.

Basso uses his film salary and GG's endorsement deals to support this cosmetics factory.

To be precise, he didn't steal; he just went back to his own home to get some things.

So when the soldiers followed the suspicious trail into the factory, Basso, who had just applied makeup to his face, immediately raised his hands to identify himself.

The factory was sweltering, and the makeup on Basso's face kept melting and peeling off, but the good news was that the soldiers were ready to relax after confirming his identity.

But then the unexpected happened: a high-temperature beam bomb burst through the air vent and flew into the room, catching the soldier off guard and turning him into a dried-up corpse.

Basso should have died, but the melted cosmetic ointment flowed onto his dry skin and gradually seeped into his body.

"Very well, the game has begun. I just hope the Judgment Knight won't ruin my plans. After all, the best food should be saved for last."

In the darkness, a dark figure crouched on a rooftop, toying with a beam bomb in his hand, while in the distance, accompanied by the muffled sirens echoing throughout Gotham, military aircraft rapidly approached.

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