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First came the physical training to maintain his physical condition. Four hours later, Bruce walked out of the training room, drenched in sweat, and began the second training session.

Reaction speed training.

Every day, I have to fight those vicious bastards. If I react even a little slower, I might be dead already.

Therefore, training in reaction speed is also particularly important for Bruce.

After meditation training, martial arts training, and daily reading time, Bruce finally finished all his training.

After washing up, Bruce, dressed in casual clothes, went to the garage, chose the one that looked best among the hundreds of luxury cars, opened the door, and got in.

Half an hour later, at Gotham City's most upscale hotel, the Depp Group Hotel.

This place originally belonged to the Bowles family and was called the Bowles Hotel, but after the Court of Owls was destroyed, these properties were acquired by the Depp Group.

On the top floor of the hotel, there is a presidential suite reserved exclusively for Bruce.

Bruce used his fingerprint to unlock the door and entered his room.

Inside the room, a blonde, blue-eyed young girl was taking a bath in the bathroom.

"You finally didn't stand me up this time, Bruce!"

The girl said rather haughtily when she heard the door open.

But the voice that responded to her was not the one she knew, Bruce's voice.

"Gotham University freshman Jane Nicole is known as the sexiest freshman in her class, right?"

The voice was deep and sexy, but it was definitely not someone I knew!

The girl got up from the bathroom alertly, covering her alluring body with a towel, concealing the curves that would normally arouse any man's lust at first glance.

"Who are you?" the girl asked warily.

The door to the room was slammed shut by the newcomer.

"Who am I? That's a good question!" The man, wearing leather shoes, clattered towards the bathroom. "Why don't you... try to guess?"

Chapter 255 The Great Sage of Mystery

"Perhaps...you are Bruce's bodyguard or butler or something?"

Jenny pressed herself against the wall, took her purple lace panties from the hook, put them on around her feet, and quickly slipped them on.

Then, Jenny quickly locked the bathroom door from the inside.

Looking at the blurry figure wearing a green top hat and a green suit outside the bathroom door, Jenny knew that she must have encountered a criminal.

She thought to herself that she would be lucky if it were robbery or sexual assault.

But if those guys who escaped from Arkham Asylum come, I'm in big trouble!

"I'm sorry, you guessed wrong."

As the person at the bathroom door spoke, they reached out and slid the frosted glass door, only to find that Jenny had already locked it.

Of course, if Bruce were the person outside the door at that moment, Jenny would never lock the bathroom door.

Instead, she opened the door and threw herself into the other person's arms, not even bothering to wear the purple dress she had just worn.

"You actually locked the door. It seems you have quite a misunderstanding about me."

The man wasn't angry that the bathroom door was locked. Instead, he took something out of his pocket with interest and stood where the bathroom door met the wall.

"Ask a question!"

“I cannot be bought, but I can be stolen at a glance. I am worthless to one person, but priceless to two.”

What am I?

Hearing the other person's strange question, Jenny showed no intention of answering. Instead, she angrily cursed, "You damn bug, I'm calling Bruce and the Gotham Police Department right now. You better get out of here right now, or you'll be a prisoner in Blackgate or even Arkham Asylum!"

"What a pity, I didn't expect you to be such a low-class lady." The man leaned against the glass door of the bathroom and said, "If you can't answer my question within ten seconds, I will start the countdown of this clay bomb."

"ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Damn it, what was your question again? I need to hear it again!"

Hearing the countdown from the other party, Jenny finally gave in.

After all, she wouldn't dare gamble her life on something that was just meant to scare her.

"No problem, Ms. Jenny. Now please listen carefully to the question."

“I cannot be bought, but I can be stolen at a glance. I am worthless to one person, but priceless to two. What am I?”

After hearing the question, Jenny immediately started thinking, pulling at her hair.

"What are you...what are you...what are you..."

"Damn it, what the hell are you?"

"You're a bastard!"

Jenny screamed hysterically, but the other person didn't seem to care and calmly asked:

"Is this your answer? You have two seconds left, Ms. Jenny."

Upon hearing this, Jenny immediately said, "No...that's not it, I know, I know what you are!"

"So... what am I?"

"You are a memory, you are a memory for two people, a memory!"

Jenny said confidently.

But to her surprise, the person on the other side of the glass shook their head and said:

"No, it's love, the answer is love!"

“I’m sorry, Ms. Jenny, you guessed wrong, so I have to start the countdown for the clay bomb.”

Upon hearing the other person's words, Jenny broke down and cried out, "Please don't do this! I can give you money, and I can give myself to you. My skills are amazing, you definitely won't regret it. Please give me a chance to show you!"

"I'm sorry, I have absolutely no interest in those lowbrow things."

The person behind the glass door got up and pressed the clay bomb a few times. Then the bomb countdown sounded in the room.

"The bomb's countdown is three minutes. If Bruce loves you, he will definitely get there within three minutes."

The man took off his green top hat, took out a pen, and wrote three unrelated words at the other end of the presidential suite, and drew a large question mark on the wall.

He then left the room and locked the door from the inside.

Inside the room, the beeping of the clay bomb's countdown was like a death knell and a sonata of death.

This left Jenny overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Kneeling on the ground, she quickly dialed Bruce's number, her voice trembling with tears, and said, "Bruce, come save me! A strange guy just broke into the room you prepared for me!"

Bruce was completely bewildered when he received Jenny's call. He had just entered the Depp Hotel room when he discovered that Jenny was not waiting for him.

Bruce thought Jenny had stood him up.

After all, he had already stood her up three times in a row before this.

So, Bruce is now sitting in a chair in the presidential suite, leisurely sipping red wine.

Girls like Jenny were just objects of amusement and a cover for Bruce.

Just like a glass of wine, a deck of cards, or a mask.

But now, Bruce, who received Jenny's call, knows that she seems to be in danger because of him.

"Damn it, where are you now, Jenny?"

Bruce asked eagerly.

Although he never showed any real feelings for girls like Jenny, he would still stand up for them without hesitation when they were threatened.

Upon hearing this, Jenny said, "I...I'm in the hotel room you booked for me, room 1803 on the 18th floor of the Depp Hotel!"

Upon hearing this, Bruce immediately rushed out the door, saying, "I clearly booked room 1888 for you at the Depp Hotel. Did you go into the wrong room? Never mind that for now, I'm coming to rescue you!"

At the entrance of the Depp Hotel building, Edward Nigmar, dressed in a green suit, slowly walked down the steps. He tore off the human face mask he had been wearing for nearly two months, revealing his true face.

Then, Edward took off his suit jacket, turned it inside out, and put the black side on.

He folded up his top hat and put it inside his pocket, then took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses and put them on. He then hailed a taxi and got in.

After glancing at the time, Edward Nigma chuckled, "What a pity, it seems Bruce Wayne doesn't love you, Miss Jenny."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard an explosion coming from room 1803 of the Depp Hotel.

The windows on both the upper and lower floors were shattered, and raging flames burst out, turning half the sky crimson.

The door to room 1803 of the Depp Hotel had been blown to pieces by the bomb, and Bruce was thrown into the air by the shockwave and slammed against the wall.

He endured the excruciating pain, got up, and quickly ran into the house.

Looking around, Bruce realized that the bathroom seemed to be the epicenter of the explosion; the entire bathroom had been blown beyond recognition.

Even the bulletproof glass door was blown to pieces.

Inside the bathroom door was Jenny, her body charred black.

Bruce carried Jenny out of the bathroom, his heart heavy.

The girl died because of him, so he absolutely cannot let this despicable guy get away with it.

Bruce walked to the other side of the presidential suite and saw the writing on the wall and the big question mark.

"Poverty, death, old objects."

Looking at the clues left behind by the enemy, Bruce's eyes sharpened like knives, and he clenched his teeth.

These guys at Arkham Asylum must be punished!

The explosion at the Depp Hotel quickly drew a crowd, but some people seemed completely unconcerned.

Edward Nigma hummed a little tune and said to the taxi driver, "To 197 Tulip Street in the South District."

Finally... I can go home!