In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

As soon as Bruce Wayne finished speaking, he felt dizzy and then his body was lifted up uncontrollably.

Bruce's head slammed hard against the glass wall, and he gasped in pain. When he looked up, he met Li Xiao's eyes, which were gleaming with a sinister light.

His heart skipped a beat. He would rather see a pair of angry eyes or a hysterical outburst of secrets being revealed than be treated like a dish, with people figuring out where to strike.

"Let me see what you've got up your sleeve," Li Xiao's ears twitched slightly, then his gaze locked onto the watch. "There's something here, isn't there?"

His fingertips pressed lightly on the silicon crystal watch case, and a mechanical friction sound rang out inside. The crown retracted and a thumb-sized pistol popped out.

"And here too."

Li Xiao grabbed the tie clip, and with a slight twist of his fingertips, the middle layer popped open, allowing him to pull out a copper blowpipe containing three shimmering blue rat hair needles.

A small razor blade was hidden between his fingers, close to his skin; Li Xiao flicked it away with his finger.

Bruce broke out in a cold sweat. He always prepared for these things and never mentioned them to anyone else. This person in front of him stripped him of all his weapons in a single glance.

"I..." Bruce felt his throat dry, his voice hoarse. "I never intended to use these things against you, believe me?"

"Batman has always been suspicious of everyone, hasn't he, Bruce?" Li Xiao released his grip and placed the items on the book. "You know what I'm trying to say. If you want to ask for a favor, you should show sincerity, not act like a spy. Also, I'm very curious, how did you get these things?"

"I made them all by hand; it just took me a little time," Bruce said, loosening his tie and staring at the pile of stripped weapons, somewhat lost in thought.

He had truly experienced Li Xiao's methods firsthand. Since this man dared to put him down and casually place his things in front of him, it meant that he was confident he could be completely outmaneuvered. Moreover, with that inhuman speed, he genuinely didn't see how he was caught.

It seems that to gain his trust, he has to keep his superhuman secret to himself.

Thinking of this, Bruce straightened his coat, held up three fingers, and said solemnly, "I, Bruce Wayne, swear by myself and my future eldest son that if I reveal Mr. Li Xiao's secret to anyone, my eldest son and I will be burned at the stake, our souls will fall into the Well of Giants, and we will never receive God's forgiveness."

In Christianity, the firstborn son is highly valued, and this oath, which includes Bruce himself, is undoubtedly a cruel oath to believers in God.

"If it's convenient for you, let's go somewhere less crowded to talk," Bruce said, putting his hands in his pockets and walking towards a secluded corner at the back.

Li Xiao found a sofa and sat down. After staring at Bruce for a moment, he said, "I'll believe you for now." He sat down and pushed the book over. "Now tell me, what's the matter that you went to so much trouble to come see me?"

Bruce put the pile of concealed weapons back in place on his body, then looked up and said, "I want to ask for your help in dealing with the cult."

"Is it an individual, or an entire organization?" Li Xiao asked directly. If it's the former, that's easy to handle; if it's the latter, that's another matter entirely. In America, cults are more common than syringes in a trash can. You could throw a brick into a crowd and someone might become a follower of that cult. Some states are practically controlled by cults, and even federal tax police can't get in.

“It’s the entire denomination,” Bruce said coldly. “Its name is the Church of the Skin Givers.”

"What price can you afford to make me deal with these people?" Li Xiao tapped his finger on the table. "Making such a crazy request right off the bat could easily cost me my life."

Most cult members are reckless madmen. For two of them to take on dozens or even hundreds of religious fanatics is tantamount to suicide.

"My family was persecuted by the Skinflint Cult," Bruce sighed, pulling a photograph from his pocket and placing it on the book.

Li Xiao took the photo, which showed a middle-aged couple and two boys. One of the boys was dressed as a clown and looked to be about two or three years old. The other boy was Bruce Wayne and looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old.

"My brother was killed by my parents!" Bruce's eyes were deep, seemingly filled with unbearable pain.

Li Xiao's pupils dilated. Today at the bus stop, he thought the cult's use of a self-destructing truck was ruthless enough, but he didn't expect that this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Cults are truly anti-human; a deep sense of disgust instantly welled up in his heart.

At Dongda University, people have always worshipped gods only if they are useful. Even Christianity, when it crossed the ocean, had to adapt to local characteristics. Stopping the distribution of eggs and clearing up faith was never a joke. But these sects in America are different; they really dare to use human lives as sacrifices.

Just a human skin kite?

"Wait!" he interrupted Bruce abruptly. "Does your brother have a scar on his thigh that extends all the way down to his knee?"

That day, he remembered the kite's features at first glance; there's no way you can forget something you've only seen once.

Bruce Wayne's eyes widened instantly, and he rushed to Li Xiao, his expression extremely agitated: "You've seen him? Where is he? I've been looking for him for three years, please tell me!"

Li Xiao calmly twisted his hand away: "I'll take you to find them later. What happened to your parents? What became of them?"

"They were skinned too." Bruce's face was ashen as he sat in his chair. "The Skin Giver Cult brainwashed them, made them kill their own children, and then disposed of them in the same way. When I found them, their bodies were hanging on iron hooks like skinned sheep."

"My father's skin was made into the cover of a scripture, and as for my mother," Bruce's gaze drifted into the distance, "her breast was made into gloves, and the rest of her body was made into carpets for them to trample on day and night."

Li Xiao took a deep breath. Even the dead are treated like this. No wonder Bruce wanted to take revenge on the Skin Giver cult.

"So you think the two of us can succeed?" Li Xiao spread his hands. "We don't even know where their territory is, and do you know how many followers they have?"

"Over the years, I've figured out their hideouts," Bruce Wayne said, pulling a map from his pocket. "These marked with red crosses are their underground strongholds, and the ones circled in red are their headquarters. They're mainly located in Seattle and Barcelona, ​​and they have about a hundred followers. I know you're no ordinary person. Your speed, your observation skills, I can even sense the terrifying power hidden within you! You are something beyond my comprehension!"

Bruce's voice trembled violently, and his eyes filled with intense longing as he looked at Li Xiao: "Or perhaps, you are an evolving superhuman, and I need your help, even if it costs me my life!"

Am I that amazing?

Li Xiao was stunned. His physical attributes were only slightly better than average: he was more robust, stronger, and had better hearing.