In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

He might be able to dodge a shot now thanks to his speed, but if he's surrounded and fired at in a circle, he'll surely die.

"What leverage do you have right now?" Li Xiao asked, not to trigger the system's subsequent actions, but because he genuinely needed to raise money. A hundred-plus people were quite intimidating; if they all rushed at him…

"I currently own a farm, a securities firm, and my private residence," Bruce said, his gaze burning into Li Xiao. "As long as we can talk, nothing is a problem; I can give you all of this!"

Well, as expected of Batman, even if he's not the real Batman, he's still this rich. Li Xiao's heart burned with excitement. It seems he had misunderstood him; that really was Patek Philippe.

With land and industry involved, this deal is incredibly lucrative. At the same time, a voice suddenly rang in Li Xiao's mind.

[The son of Krypton, the fallen Dark Knight, reveals his origins to you]

Bruce Wayne has issued a mission: Destroy Kingpin's underground kingdom.

Kingpin, the cannibal: Having infiltrated the underworld for many years, this bandit embraced darkness, lining his walls with human skin, using skeletons as floorboards, and human flesh as his favorite food.

[Reward: +5 Free Attribute Points, Batman's Disguise Mask (can disguise skin tone, facial features, and voice)]

This is a tough nut to crack. Li Xiao frowned. This was the most attribute points he had ever given in a mission, which also showed how difficult the Skinning Cult was to deal with.

Something is wrong!

He stopped abruptly. Down on his luck? A bad feeling washed over him. He glanced at Bruce's fake watch again and cut to the chase: "Approximately how much profit do your farm and company make each year?"

Bruce pursed his lips and said firmly, "The annual profit is $4000."

Li Xiao's face darkened, and he almost doubted that he had misheard.

Is this charity? He'd never heard of a company whose annual revenue couldn't even match a worker's monthly salary.

"You make $4000 a year from a farm and a brokerage firm?" Li Xiao repeated, "Are you sure?"

Bruce nodded seriously, seemingly oblivious to Li Xiao's increasingly somber expression. "The farm is a legacy from my grandfather. It's all organic farming, and although it's not large, the quality is excellent. We mainly grow crops like wheat and corn. The brokerage firm is currently helping seniors in the Brooklyn community manage their retirement funds, which are all very meaningful things."

"You do have a lot more humanity than Batman," Li Xiao snorted, trying to keep his tone calm. "I don't see any sincerity in you, Bruce. You're penniless right now, your businesses are on the verge of bankruptcy. Even if I were willing to help you, could you afford to buy guns? You don't expect the two of us to fight those desperados with our bare hands, do you?"

Li Xiao rubbed his temples. In this state, he might even have to pay out of his own pocket. Moreover, he definitely had to go on this mission. It would be best to ensure that everything went smoothly. He didn't want to smash open the gates of the headquarters with his fists, even though that was a last resort.

"I still have $600 on me. If that's not enough, I can sell my organs." Bruce took a deep breath and quickly rolled up his sleeves to show his arms. "I've never done drugs, never used any medications, and have no bad habits. My internal organs are all functioning normally, and I've never had any infectious diseases. If you know anyone on the black market, you can sell my kidneys, corneas, bone marrow, and liver. That should get you at least $2. Just keep me alive. With that money, buying a few guns and ammunition shouldn't be a problem. As for selling me completely after this, that's fine too."

Li Xiao was completely stunned. He stared at Bruce's calm face and his eyes twitched. To take revenge, he was willing to sell his own organs. This man was a complete desperado.

This isn't the Dark Knight, it's the Batman Who Laughs!

"Where's your car?" Li Xiao rubbed his temples, looking a bit of a headache. "A Brabus is quite valuable; can't we sell this one?"

Bruce turned his head away with some difficulty: "That car is basically just an empty shell. It was bought by my dad when he was young. Except for the logo, it has been replaced almost entirely. You know, maintaining this appearance is the only way to avoid a lot of trouble. Many people in my family are keeping an eye on my businesses."

Li Xiao was completely disheartened; it was a complete mess. The good news was that he had acquired a number of assets, a few plots of farmland and a shell company, and the villa was likely still in the wilderness.

The bad news is that this business partner is so poor he has to sell his kidneys, and even the car he's using to make a show of things is probably nowhere near as good as Kara's, and he's also afraid of being exploited to the point of losing everything.

Li Xiao remained silent for a long time before opening his eyes under Bruce's anxious gaze: "I accept your request, but not now."

Bruce Wayne's expression visibly dimmed, but the next sentence cheered him up.

"We'll set off once you've raised enough funds and gained real combat experience," Li Xiao said, sizing up Bruce's lean frame. "Most importantly, don't sell your organs. As for your businesses, we'll hand them over once they're established."

After Li Xiao finished speaking, he extended his hand, which meant that he had agreed to join forces with Bruce to fight the Skinflint Cult.

Although it sounds unreliable, at least the land is valuable, and it can be developed gradually in the future. Owning a piece of land in America is extremely important.

Bruce stood there stunned, then a surge of joy welled up inside him. He gripped Li Xiao's hand tightly and said, "Thank you so much! I will definitely earn money with my own hands."

"Don't thank me yet, take me to see your house." Li Xiao withdrew his hand. "Let me be frank, if you're even renting, then I don't think there's any point in cooperating at all."

"The house isn't rented," Bruce said, adjusting his collar. "It's just that the drains get clogged easily. Last month, a nest of vipers came in and started building a nest, and I still haven't found them. Oh, and I can't afford to pay the property tax this year."

Given Bruce's current impoverished state, it's easy to imagine that his house will definitely be foreclosed on.

Li Xiao calmed his turbulent emotions and said stiffly, "Go find your brother's body first. Take me to see the house and the farm later when you have time. Remember to take a picture of the certificate and send it to my phone."

……

Following his memory, Li Xiao led Bruce to the abandoned gas station in Seattle. The past few days had been rainy, and many new weeds had sprouted from the original soil. It took Li Xiao a lot of identification before he finally confirmed it.

"In front of you"

Li Xiao nodded, and Bruce quickly squatted down and dug into the ground with both hands. He didn't know what kind of medicine the Church of the Dead used to preserve the human skin, but it hadn't rotted after being in the soil for several days. It had just absorbed water and become a little swollen.

Bruce picked it up and examined it for a moment, his eyes turning red, before carefully tucking the human skin into his pocket.

"Oh, by the way, there's a job tonight. You can come with me to practice," Li Xiao said, raising his hand to stop Bruce from thanking him. "Consider it as gaining some experience in attacking strongholds. You need to train properly, Young Master Wayne!"