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Chapter 58 Van Ken: "How ugly!"

After a moment of surprise, the King of the Sewers seemed to remember something, and his expression became somewhat mysterious.

He recalled some scattered rumors circulating in Gotham's underworld recently.

A strange man dressed as a bat is fighting crime—some say he's a mutated monster from a scientific experiment, some say he's a vampire who escaped from an old castle, some say he's a violent madman who's donned a cloak—

Could it be that these two little brats are so "lucky" that they bumped into that freak called "Batman"?

But after asking more questions, he discovered that the person the two children were gesturing to was not wearing a cloak or a bodysuit, nor did he have a hang glider; he was just an ordinary young man.

The King of Sewers' face immediately darkened.

How many stories would an ordinary person jump from to chase a thief?

Are you kidding me!

Deep within this dark and foul-smelling sewer, he felt he possessed his own kingdom, enslaving these children, but his mindset had long since twisted into that of a sensitive, irritable, and autocratic tyrant.

What he cannot tolerate most is lies and loss of control.

"How dare you!"

The King of the Sewers rose from his throne and slammed his scepter into the ground.

"You must be lying! How dare you deceive me! You're asking for it!"

He roared, spitting as he spoke.

How many times have I told you this?!

When stealing, you must be careful and as nimble as a cat.

You were discovered after all!

If you're caught, exaggerate the facts and try to fool me into forgiving your mistake!

Who knows if that bastard followed you guys and ran into my kingdom?!

I will make you pay the price! In my kingdom, there is no need for foolish, dim-witted children!

He shouted in a sinister voice, "My guards!"

The sound of splashing water came from a puddle in the shadow beside the sewer.

Two enormous, scaly crocodiles, each over ten meters long, with thick bodies that resembled tracked tanks, slowly crawled out.

They seemed to have been trained to show a kind of obedience to the king of the sewers, climbing to either side of his throne, opening their large mouths full of sharp teeth, and emitting low hisses.

The other kneeling children, upon seeing the crocodile, shrank back desperately, trembling, yet dared not actually run away, and could only huddle together.

The two children who were about to be punished were terrified, their faces filled with despair, and they instinctively backed away.

"Where are you going!"

The King of the Sewers revealed a fierce and cruel expression.

He stretched out his withered hand, grabbed the shorter child's arm, lifted him up like a chick, and was about to throw him into the gaping mouth of the crocodile next to him!

"Dare to deceive me?"

I'll make you pay the price for daring to deceive me!

Faced with a crocodile that would make even adults' legs go weak, the child's eyes widened, filled with pure terror.

"How ugly!"

At that moment, a cold voice, filled with disgust and murderous intent, came from the darkness in the distance.

"Do you enjoy being bossy and domineering over a group of children?"

"A despicable fellow like you makes one's blood boil the moment one sees you—it's impossible not to feel a murderous urge."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"who?!

Who's there?!

The King of the Sewers' expression changed drastically. He turned around abruptly and shouted angrily at the source of the sound, nearly causing the child in his arms to slip from his grasp.

He unconsciously pointed his scepter at the shadows.

All the children looked in that direction in terror.

At the boundary between the dim, flickering light and the heavy shadows, a tall and slender figure emerged slowly, as if peeled from the darkness.

The light illuminated his face; he was young and calm, but his eyes were as cold as ice frozen for millennia.

The King of the Sewers widened his one eye, sizing up the uninvited guest.

He wore a plain black tracksuit, had a young face, and although he was tall and slender, he didn't look particularly strong.

His initial panic quickly subsided.

"Oh?"

The King of the Sewers spoke in a hoarse voice, his tone laced with disdain and murderous intent, as he lightly tapped his scepter on the ground.

"It seems an uninvited guest has intruded into my kingdom!"

Young man, are you lost?

This is not a tourist attraction; outsiders are not welcome.

Van Cane's gaze swept over the children who were still kneeling on the ground, looking at him in terror, and finally landed on the ugly face of the King of the Sewers.

"Your kingdom?"

Is this a smelly and dark sewer?

Indeed, it's a perfect hiding place for a despicable bug like you who can't stand the light of day.

but----"

"These children shouldn't be hanging out with people like you."

"What did you say? How dare you offend me, the King of the Sewers!"

The King of the Sewers' face darkened, his single eye bloodshot. "This is my territory!"

mine!

Everything here, including these little things, is my property!

He pointed his scepter sharply at Vancan and shouted at the two giant crocodiles that had crawled up to his side.

"My guards, tear this reckless intruder to shreds!"

"roar!"

Upon receiving the command, the two crocodiles turned their dull, cloudy eyes toward Vancan, their thick limbs digging into the ground, their massive bodies charging forward like two fleshy tanks starting up!

They crawled incredibly fast, stirring up a stench of mud and water. Their gaping maws were filled with countless sharp, yellowish-brown teeth, emitting a foul odor.

There were several kneeling children right in the path they were rushing towards!

The children were terrified and scrambled to the side, their faces ashen.

The King of the Sewers didn't even glance at the children who were almost stepped on or bumped into; his eyes were only on Vancan, and a cruel and triumphant grin spread across his face.

He could almost see this kid, who dared to trespass on his territory unarmed, being torn to pieces by his beloved crocodile.

Faced with the crocodiles pressing down like two walls of flesh, Van Cane didn't retreat but advanced!

bass!

He pushed off with his feet, splashing up the slippery moss on the ground, and his figure shot out like an arrow, rushing towards the fastest one on the left!

These two crocodiles were particularly large and fat, with rough and thick carapaces, and their tails were thicker than an adult man's waist when they swung!

I have no idea what this king of the sewers is fed, but considering the "nutrient-rich" chemical waste flowing through Gotham's sewers, it's not surprising.

It's normal not to raise a Godzilla.

When the crocodile sees its prey approaching, it opens its huge mouth to its limit and bites down fiercely, bringing a foul smell. If it bites down firmly, it can even pierce through a steel plate!

Van Can's right fist, brimming with energy, slammed into the crocodile's rough, hard jaw like a cannonball fired from below!

Bang! ! !

A deep, resounding thud, like the beating of a drum!

The giant crocodile, weighing several tons, was struck by this punch, causing its head to rise sharply and its forward momentum to come to an abrupt halt. Its massive body was lifted off the ground by a terrifying force and flew backward violently!

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