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Van Ken said, "Master, why say that?"

"If it weren't for your shelter and guidance back then, which laid a solid foundation for my martial arts, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have passed on Tai Chi to Huang Fei.

Upon hearing this, Huang Fei was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

He said no more, but patted Vancan on the shoulder heavily, everything was understood without words.

Having received the Tai Chi Chuan tradition, Huang Fei approached martial arts with the same fervor and desire for exploration that came with him for the first time, as if on a pilgrimage.

He immediately immersed himself in the training ground, constantly pondering and practicing, as if he had been given a second spring.

Van Can returned to his narrow and simple room on Wudang Mountain.

The room remained the same: a bed, an old wardrobe, a desk, and nothing else.

His years of rigorous and austere martial arts training were by no means comfortable.

He started packing his luggage.

He had already told his master, Huang Fei, that he would be leaving for a while longer to take care of some things.

Huang Fei now completely trusts him and naturally has no objections.

Back in the main world, Van Ken's current goal was clear: he took out a specially made jade box from his pocket and opened it.

The beautiful plant lay quietly inside.

Apart from having one petal plucked to save Tigress, the Sacred Sun Orchid's stamens, seeds, and other parts remained intact and full of vitality.

"All we need to do is find a suitable place to cultivate it..."

Vancan stared at the plant that could change the world, his mind racing.

The cultivation location is of paramount importance.

Setting aside the fact that, after successful cultivation, large quantities of the Sacred Sun Orchid could cure countless seriously ill patients—an undoubtedly earth-shattering heroic act that saved countless lives and granted immense amounts of world power—…

There is another real and significant benefit that cannot be ignored.

"That's... money."

Van Can uttered that word, which always has a magical quality.

A penny stumps the hero.

Money isn't everything, but you can't do without it.

In modern society, especially in the technologically advanced DC world, money can do so many things—establish bases, develop equipment, gather intelligence, expand influence…

Think of his mentor, Batman Bruce Wayne, and Superman's nemesis, Lex Luthor.

Batman was able to become the Dark Knight and protect Gotham not only because of his own beliefs and abilities, but also mainly because of his immense wealth that he was born with!

The reason Luthor is able to repeatedly oppose and cause trouble for Superman is not only due to Superman's kindness and Luthor's intelligence, but also because of his vast business empire and technological resources.

Looking at his shabby room, and feeling the meager amount of US dollars and RMB in his wallet...

Van Can felt he was capable enough to make some money for himself and enjoy life.

"If the Sacred Sun Orchid can be successfully cultivated, or its core active ingredients can be extracted to make a special medicine, most serious diseases in the world could disappear."

This is not only a tremendous act of charity, but its commercial value is also immeasurable.

"If there were a revolutionary, highly effective drug that could cure many terminal illnesses, then on that basis..."

Creating an international pharmaceutical giant with a market value of hundreds of billions or even trillions of dollars... isn't that impossible, is it?

Van Can's eyes gleamed with shrewdness and ambition.

If he could have a trillion-dollar business empire as a foundation, it would be much easier for him to perform heroic deeds in various worlds, especially in the present world.

Resources, intelligence, influence... will no longer be a problem.

"But where can we find talent to research the Sacred Sun Orchid, cultivate it on a large scale, and establish a pharmaceutical company?"

He had some vague ideas, which must be about Western societies where evil capitalism prevails and entrepreneurs can act with even more impunity.

As for which Western country or economically developed city to establish his pharmaceutical company, he hasn't decided yet.

Just then, Van Kent pondered for a moment, picked up his old, almost PHS-style cell phone, plugged it in, and turned it on.

The screen lit up, and the signal was restored.

Soon, an unread message popped up; the sender was a bat.

"Did Bat send me a message?"

Van Ken raised an eyebrow, opened the message, and carefully browsed it. It turned out to be a message from a bat asking him for help.

His words were earnest and profound.

"Monkey, that's me."

I need your help.

After leaving Wudang Mountain, I continued to travel around the world, visiting legendary kung fu masters, hoping to find someone who could further hone my skills or even teach me.

But I soon discovered that there were fewer and fewer people who could teach me, give me new insights into the art of martial arts, or even spar with me.

This search gradually made me realize that perhaps the pure pursuit of martial arts had reached a stage where I needed to re-examine it.

It's time to go back to where I truly belong—Gotham, my city.

I returned with the determination to change it, ready to embark on the things I had been thinking about and preparing for for many years.

Sweep away the darkness and evil of this city and make it better.

I thought I was strong enough and prepared to face any difficulties.

However, reality taught me the most painful lesson.

Gotham's ills are far more deep-rooted and complex than I imagined.

Corruption is like a poisonous ivy, clinging to every corner from the streets to the courts.

I stopped several robberies, shut down two drug trafficking sites, and tied up several people who should have gone to jail, leaving them at the entrance of the police station.

Soon, someone in the police station sold the news that there was a vacancy in the drug trafficking area. The judge took the bribe and casually put it under the case file, and declared in court that the evidence against the criminal was insufficient and released him without charge.

The next day, in the same place, or just two streets away, the same people and the same things happened again.

Even if I save one person, there are still tens of thousands of people in the city suffering misfortune at the same time.

Frustration... is harder to deal with than people imagine.

I began to doubt whether simply creating fear, intimidating criminals, and using a pair of fists could really change anything.

The feeling of isolation can sometimes be very intense when operating at night.

Am I really enough on my own?

Is it truly possible to shake up this deeply entrenched problem?

Perhaps I need a reliable helper, an assistant.

Just then, I thought of you, monkey.

We spent several years living and working together, sharing meals and practicing martial arts.

I believe in your abilities and character. You possess a quality I lack—flexibility, adaptability, and a lack of rigidity.

Perhaps this is what Gotham needs.

Change is needed here, and your help could be crucial.

If you'd like to come to Gotham.

Don't worry about life or money, I'll take care of everything.

You know I have this ability.

Waiting for your message.

--bat."