American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 98 Lei Xiaogu's Ambition

"Mr. Thomas, Mr. Gino, welcome."

The iron gate slowly opened, and the old man of the manor, Alfred, the Wayne family's loyal butler, greeted them politely.

Thomas asked anxiously, "I heard Bruce twisted his ankle upstairs. How is he?"

The news of Bruce's injury could not be kept secret from Gotham City's upper class for long.

After all, important invitations awaited Bruce, Gotham's richest man, every day, so Bruce could only fabricate a lie about "twisting his ankle going downstairs."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Thomas. The master is much better." Afu led the two into the living room.

Unlike the opulent and ancient style of Luther Manor, Wayne Castle's main hall, from the ceiling to the furniture, exudes an old and somber feel.

Gino even felt a little amused. No wonder Batman is so dark; having lived in this kind of environment since childhood, it's hard not to become dark.

Hey, Thomas.

Bruce's voice came from the second floor as he limped down the stairs.

"Bruce, you should rest." Thomas stepped forward and put his arm around his old friend's neck, chuckling, "But unfortunately, you might not be able to attend the memorial service hosted by the mayor tomorrow night."

"I'm sorry," Bruce said with a wry smile, seemingly regretting not being able to attend the banquet.

Gino sat on the sofa, looking at Bruce's performance with an air of familiarity, and thought to himself that Bruce was indeed the darkest man in the DC universe, with acting skills that were completely natural.

The two men sat on the sofa chatting.

They chatted about Thomas's work for a while, then Bruce glanced at Gino casually, a smile playing on his lips: "This is Gino, right?"

"Mr. Bruce, it's nice to see you again."

Gino looked at Bruce, their two blue eyes meeting.

"Yes, I still remember the question you asked me when we first met."

Bruce took the coffee Alfred offered, sipped it, and then, in a low voice, relayed what Keanu had once said: "What do you think of the city of Gotham?"

"I didn't expect Mr. Bruce to remember." Gino smiled and took the coffee that Afu handed him.

The two locked eyes.

Just call me Bruce.

"Okay, Bruce, so what are your thoughts on Gotham City now?"

Hearing Gino's question, Bruce smiled, shrugged, and said with a flippant air, "What do you think Gotham is?"

Gino laughed too, and said, "I think Gotham is heaven."

The boy's eyes held a smile that seemed completely genuine.

It seems he genuinely believes Gotham is a paradise city.

Their eyes met in the air, and then, as if they had reached a critical point, they burst into light laughter at the same time.

Bruce laughed because Gino's answer was the same as the one he had told him that night.

But listening to those words again, Bruce felt nothing but bitterness.

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

They were laughing, and even their right hands, which were holding coffee cups, were trembling, with some coffee dripping down the rim of the cups and onto the expensive carpet.

Thomas looked at the two of them blankly, not understanding what was so funny, but not wanting to be left out, he could only awkwardly chuckle along.

Laughter echoed through the hall and reverberated throughout the ancient castle.

The laughter was interrupted by a text message notification.

Bruce pulled a text message from his phone.

When he saw the text message on his phone, the smile on his face vanished instantly, like ice melting away.

[Upon learning of the Court of Owls' destruction, the leader of the League of Assassins, Rashomon, led the Assassins to Gotham City, intending to plant dirty bombs to destroy the city.]

Upon seeing this message, Bruce broke out in a cold sweat.

Lei Xiaogu, he remembered this name. He was like a mentor to him, and also the most ruthless and insane leader of assassins.

"Feel sorry."

Bruce abruptly stood up: "I seem to recall that I have an important company meeting to attend."

He couldn't waste any more time here; he needed to investigate immediately.

The assassins couldn't have infiltrated Gotham City without leaving a trace; the cameras scattered throughout the city would be Bruce's "eyes."

"Wait, Bruce?" Thomas looked at Bruce with a puzzled expression as he limped away from the hall. He didn't understand why Bruce was in such a hurry.

"Perhaps we should visit him another day, Uncle Thomas." Gino's voice rang in Thomas's ears. The boy stared at Bruce's departing figure, a smile playing on his lips.

The curtain is rising...

Gotham Metro.

Dark tunnels have always been the birthplace of various horror fairy tales.

"Buzz~"

An orange-skinned subway car roared past the railway tracks.

Luca Volker is a villain who came to Gotham from Ulank.

He committed a crime in his hometown, found out about Gotham online, and came to Gotham four years ago, where he joined the Whispering Gang, one of the five major gangs that control smuggling in the Gotham City subway.

In recent years, they have divided up the railway smuggling business and are living a very comfortable life.

However, these good days are clearly over.

Luca lay on the edge of the corner, covered in blood.

Blood stained his sleeves and cheeks, and his Achilles tendons had been severed, rendering him practically useless.

His gang's underlings had long since become lifeless corpses lying on the cold, rotting subway platform.

The local gangs in Gotham City proved utterly ineffective against the real "gangs."

"Sukabrye~"

Looking at the group of masked assassins who silently surrounded him, a bitter expression appeared on Luca's face.

The assassins appeared out of nowhere, slaughtering all his men and leaving him half-dead.

"This is Gotham."

An aged voice slowly rang out.

Luca slowly turned his head, and he saw...

In the dark tunnel, a gaunt figure slowly emerged from the shadows. This man had long white sideburns and a ridiculously large samurai sword slung across his back, and his emerald green eyes were filled with a cold expression.

The old man was wearing green iron armor that appeared to be made of mithril. He glanced at Luca, his face filled with disgust.

Lei Xiaogu gazed into the distance, seemingly able to see Gotham City through the thick walls. He said, "This damned city has long since vanished into the annals of history, and my arrival will purify this rotten city."

"Fuck you!" Knowing he was doomed, Luca gave the middle finger to the guy who looked like a leader. "Gotham is wonderful! Long live Gotham! Fuck you!"

Before he could utter another curse, he was met with a beam of pale white light.

"Pfft!"

A large, healthy head flew into the air, followed by a spray of blood from a headless corpse. Lei Xiaogu calmly sheathed his sword, while the old man gazed into the distance, slowly waving his hand: "Forward. Target: Gotham!"

"Whoosh!"

The assassins pounded their chests with their right hands, and then, in an orderly fashion, they marched toward Gotham.

(End of this chapter)