I train Batman in a horror world

A few days have passed.

The plan to monitor Bruce Wayne was successful.

Lei Xiaogu was very satisfied with this.

The only thing that made him slightly dissatisfied...

Only the little boy reacted.

What Rayshaw means is that your parents are gone, and the murderer who killed your parents also died at the hands of some unknown Gotham "good citizen".

Is this all you're going to do?

Do nothing?

Are you just going to sit here at your Wayne Manor and do nothing?

However, these are all reflections based on his own experience over hundreds of years.

He needs to keep up with the times.

We need to think about it from a slightly different perspective.

If it were your own parents...

Damn it, after living for so long, he's almost forgotten what his parents' names are...

As Lei Xiaogu gazed at Wayne Manor in the picture, a strange feeling of unease crept into his mind, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Reshogu believes that Bruce Wayne's current state is normal.

But he just had this illusion.

It's the illusion that Bruce Wayne is deliberately hiding his true abilities.

Was it intentional, or a genuine expression of emotion?

After this idea flashed through Lei Xiaogu's mind, he decisively switched the surveillance perspective to observe the old butler of Wayne Manor.

Alfred Pennyworth.

This butler's background is not simple.

He previously worked for MI5, possessed extensive intelligence background, and was a well-trained soldier.

It can be said that with Alfred around, Bruce's future life will at least be free from danger.

When he first received news of the Wayne couple's deaths, Rashogu had briefly suspected the butler.

But later, he realized that his idea was wrong.

This butler truly loved the Waynes.

She truly loved Bruce Wayne.

now.

Lei Xiaogu watched the butler's behavior on the screen and couldn't help but let out a few soft groans.

"Would taking a trip to another city help Bruce relax and ease his mind?"

Then I wasn't just wasting my time...

No, that's not how you think.

Everything has two sides.

The other party was clearly unaware that they were being monitored; he only needed to send some people to continue monitoring them during their trip.

He really wanted to know what Bruce Wayne was thinking.

But don't forget.

Bruce Wayne was still a child.

What kind of storm can a child stir up?

Purifying Gotham is inevitable.

No one can change that.

......

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Gotham.

Wayne Manor.

Bruce was packing his things, but a strange sound kept coming from his ears.

"Generosity +1..."

"..."

"Heroism Value +1...Heroism Value +1...Congratulations, host! You have successfully embarked on your cultivation journey on the Heroism Continent, Power of Heroism, Level Three!"

"..."

Bruce's forehead vein throbbed, and he simply put down what he was holding.

He couldn't take it anymore and yelled at Fowler, "Can't you just shut up?!"

Fowler nodded in agreement, praising, "Not bad, that's very Jiahao."

Bruce was speechless with anger, feeling as if he had punched a piece of cotton.

"Can you say something I can understand? What does Jiahao mean? My name is Bruce Wayne! Not Jiahao!"

"You still say you're not Jiahao?!"

Fowler jumped onto the table, pointed to the things Bruce had put into the bags, and said:

"Butterfly knife, brass knuckles, baton... Isn't this Jiahao? Other kids your age were either playing in the mud or playing with their little pigtails!"

"You're crazy, I can't be bothered with you!"

Bruce covered his ears and shook his head, trying to forget what Fowler had said.

He just felt that it was before starting a new round of training.

You need to prepare in advance!

Otherwise, you'll end up like when you first entered the world of The Shining, with nothing in your hands!

"The world of *The Shining* was a tutorial for you, carefully prepared by me. How could any other world be as safe as it?"

Fowler stood on the table, raised his little head, and stared at Bruce's face.

He said, "In a sense, the next world is your first stop. All that story background, setting, character relationships—snap! It's all gone!"

"Thank you so much for your thoughtful preparation!"

Bruce, as if struck by a sudden thought, scoffed, "That's precisely why I should start preparing!"

Fowler relentlessly nitpicked, "But I feel like these things are completely useless!"

Bruce said irritably, "Then you should give me some advice instead of criticizing me!"

Fowler plopped down on the table, scratched his head, and his little brain started working like crazy.

Seeing this, Bruce crossed his arms, wanting to see what kind of logic this guy could come up with.

A short while later.

A glowing light bulb leisurely strolled up to Fu Er's head.

"Hey, I've got it!" Holmes exclaimed, picking up one of the paws.

"..."

Bruce rolled his eyes at the unseen bat cave. "So, what's your suggestion?"

"Gold!" said Fore. "We need a whole chest of gold!"

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

Bruce roared, "This is exactly what you wanted!!!"

He swatted the annoying bat away and continued preparing the equipment he thought he needed to bring.

Regarding the matter of Reshogu spying on him.

Bruce's thinking is not complicated at all.

Lei Xiaogu wanted to know his reaction, to know what he was thinking and what he would do.

But in the end, one fact will remain unchanged.

That is, Rashomon will 'purify' Gotham.

And he has already made up his mind.

He will no longer allow Gotham to continue to condone this!

Lei Xiaogu wanted to see how an eight-year-old would react, so he showed him.

He thinks he won't do anything, so let him think that!

There was a moment of silence.

When Bruce had almost finished tidying up, Foul reminded him from the side:

"Your housekeeper is coming."

Bruce looked towards the door but heard nothing.

He actually had a question he wanted to ask Foul.

"Is this also one of your superpowers? The ability to foresee the future or something...?"

"Silly boy, I'm a bat. Aren't a bat's ultrasonic waves more sensitive than your senses?"

"..."

Bruce's eyes rolled back so far they couldn't have been whiter.

Sure enough, footsteps echoed down the corridor.

No rush, very gently.

Alfred always walked like that.

After the door was pushed open.

Alfred walked in and said softly:

"Young Master Bruce, the vehicles are ready. With the help of the manor's real butler, I think Rashog should be able to tell that we are about to go on a trip to relax."

"it is good."

Bruce nodded and was about to sling his bag over his shoulder when Alfred, the butler, beat him to it.

Alfred took the bag, opened it, and was immediately dumbfounded.

"Young Master Bruce, what are you keeping here?" he asked.

"The equipment needed for training," Bruce said.

"A baton, a butterfly knife... and brass knuckles?" Alfred asked again, confirming.

"Is that not allowed?" Bruce stammered.

"Of course not! My young master!"

Alfred put down his bundle, bent down and put his hand on his young master's shoulder, and asked softly:

"Do you know what you should really be preparing for?"

"Wh...what?" Bruce suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed.

"money."

"what?"

at the same time.

When Fu Er shook his head, it looked like he was flicking his bangs, but he didn't actually do that!

"That's the foresight of Fu, little Fu! You've already earned the right to share my name!"