Miss Justice is not motivated

Biting her pale lips tightly, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. What came into view was Bai Aina, who was also soaking in the Lhasa Lake.

"Hey, want some?" Bai Aina casually shook the yogurt container, acting as if nothing was wrong. "Jason said soaking in the pool needs at least an hour or two to be fully effective, so I brought some food. Want some?"

At the edge of the pool, a large circle of food was laid out, and next to Baina were a large number of torn plastic bags and discarded bottles.

Compared to these trivial matters, Ichijo noticed that Beina wasn't wearing a towel and said somewhat shyly, "Teacher, didn't you know to wear a towel...?"

She grabbed a bottle of juice, unscrewed the cap, and without hesitation, drank most of it in one gulp. She knew that it was important to stay hydrated while soaking in a hot spring.

"What's the big deal? I'm not losing anything anyway." She stood up from the pool nonchalantly, her body fully exposed to Yitiao's eyes. Water droplets slid down her fair skin, and wisps of mist rose slowly from her. "We're all flat-chested beauties, it's not like we're losing anything by looking at each other's bodies."

The previously calm Ichijo, upon seeing Bai Aina's body, immediately spat out a mouthful of juice. Showing unprecedented shock, even someone as resilient as her couldn't help but exclaim, "Wait... Teacher, what's wrong with your body?!"

"Ichijo, what did you say?" Bai Aina felt intensely displeased with Ichijo's indiscriminate spraying of juice. She took a bite out of an apple. "I feel so good right now, I'm absolutely high! The hot spring therapy really works."

Strangely enough, although Ichijo felt quite painful, the feeling in the pond was unusually comfortable for Bai Ai Na, as if she had returned home.

"Who's talking to you about that! I said... I said...! How am I supposed to say that, teacher! You're just...!"

Secret cast, out of sight:? ? ?

One suffered a mental shock, and its sanity value decreased by 1D100.

Following the horrifying gaze, Bai Aina immediately understood what she was referring to. She simply said nonchalantly, "Is there a problem? I think it's great. At least it's much more convenient for me."

Her figure, though slightly more mature than that of a young girl, was still slender and delicate. Her petite body contained abundant vitality, and her vibrant skin was as pink and tender as a baby's. Combined with Bai Aina's languid expression, it had a magical attraction.

But that wasn't what she cared about. Although she already knew that Bai Aina looked like the same person, it was just... just... the other person... the other person...

However, beneath Bai Aina's smooth abdomen lay no vulva, nor even the excretory genitalia behind it. Her upper body, sculpted like white jade, was faintly visible in the mist, yet the absence of a woman's pink nipple was clearly discernible.

"You mean those? I canceled them because I found them too troublesome, and they weren't really that useful anyway." Faced with the utterly shocked comment, Bai Aina remained unusually calm. She picked up her Vita Lemon C drink, took a bite, and started sipping. "After all, even though I'm not complete, I'm still half a perfect being. What's the point of having those redundant organs?"

For Bai Aina at this point in her life, manipulating her own bodily fluids and nerve signals is faster and more pleasurable than using her fingers. Beyond that, there's the ability to manipulate her own nerves; if she can do all that, why bother with secondary sexual characteristics?

Moreover, for Bai Aina, the pleasure derived from satisfying her physiological needs was less intense than watching TV dramas, playing games, or reading novels. After all, by manipulating her nerves, she could do the first three things simultaneously while satisfying her physiological needs. In comparison, stimulating her vulva with fingers or vibrators would waste time and energy creating a hand, which was more worthwhile for Bai Aina, who valued time and prioritized efficiency (in terms of pleasure).

As for excretion? As a (pseudo) perfect being, Baina has no need for such an organ. She can perfectly digest everything she eats, even a piece of iron, which she can transform into the elements her body needs. If she can't digest it, she simply vomits it out; there's no need for excretion at all.

That's right, a truly hardcore beautiful girl... doesn't need to poop, fart, or pee!

Fantasy or desire, those are human weaknesses.

The current Bai Aina has no weaknesses.

I enjoyed writing it, so I updated early.

Chapter Forty-Seven: Cheating, Super Satisfying

Okay… uh… subconsciously he thought his body was in great pain, but when he tried to feel it more carefully, he was horrified to find that his body had no sensation at all. Damian woke up from his slumber and looked around blankly, seemingly at a loss.

The ceiling lights cast a soft glow. Damian turned his head slightly and realized he seemed to be on a train. He was lying on Talia's lap, a mother who looked utterly exhausted after a night of turmoil.

"Damian...? You're awake, that's wonderful." Talia hugged her son tightly, her smile filled with unbearable bitterness.

This was a high-speed train that went directly to Gotham City. After taking some money from a branch of the League of Assassins, Talia immediately bought a ticket, intending to go to Gotham to talk to her cheap husband about this matter... and also to let him see what Damian looked like.

In the back carriage, Bai Aina, Yi Tiao, Jason, and Deathstroke sat together. Unlike Jason, whose face was ashen, the other three looked relatively well.

Of course, everyone has their own reasons. One is that Lazarus restored her lost life force, while Deathstroke fulfilled a wish—to kill Lars with his own hands. As for Beaune… she was only happy because Jason looked so unhappy.

"Other people's failures are my happiness~~~ Wait, Jason, let's talk this out, don't pull out your gun, okay?" Seeing Jason rummaging around in her jacket, Bai Aina quickly waved her hand to stop him.

"Does seeing me like this make you happy?" Jason snorted and put his hand back on the table.

"Yes, I'm very happy." Baina answered very honestly, then quickly changed the subject after seeing Jason touching his gun. "By the way, Slade? Why don't you go soak in the Lazarus Pool? It'll heal your eyes, right?"

At this moment, Deathstroke had removed his yellow and blue mask, revealing his aged face with an eye patch. Slade, like a stern old man, said, "No need. Even without healing my eyes, I am still the world's number one mercenary."

"How arrogant," she said, "but I don't dislike it." Shrugging, Bai Aina pulled out a deck of cards and suggested, "How about a game of cards? We still have some time before we reach Gotham City."

“I don’t care, as long as there aren’t 18 Big Jokers when we count the cards later.” Jason pointed out without hesitation that Bai Aina had cheated during the last card game, and when they counted the cards at the end, they found that there were 18 Big Jokers.

"Hmph, this time I won't leave such an obvious opening. I'll definitely take back the cards I cheated with before you find out!"

"Can't the teacher just play cards honestly? Cheating is never a good thing." There was nothing anyone could do about it; everyone felt ashamed for her.

"That's because you haven't experienced what it feels like to cheat. Let me tell you, it's incredibly satisfying." Saying this without changing her expression, Bai Aina took out a deck of cards and placed it on the table.

“I’ll shuffle the cards.” Slade took the cards and began shuffling.

The high-speed train journey to Gotham City proceeded smoothly, without the unexpected incidents they had anticipated. Bai Aina and her companions returned safely to the city after several days' absence, and the person in charge of the Unique Gang's operations reported on the situation in the city over the past few days.

With Bane dead and the Dark Knight critically wounded, the power structure of Gotham City underwent a major reshuffle. Two-Face, the Penguin, Black Mask, and other underworld figures all hoped to use this time to expand their influence and solidify their positions.

Crime rates in the city surged by tens of percent, with dozens of ordinary citizens suffering injuries from robberies, gang fights, and vendettas. If the Dushe Gang hadn't maintained order during this period, the numbers would likely have been even more alarming.

Ultimately, Gotham City's twisted state isn't solely due to Batman. The government's rotten practices are also a contributing factor, with persistently high unemployment forcing many to turn to crime.

Perhaps some of them will take risks, but they won't harm anyone. However, many more will choose to hurt others to vent their anger and negative emotions.

But that's not enough... The pen made a 'scratching' sound as it wrote on the paper. Baina was not good at this kind of thing; it wasn't something she was good at, and she didn't have much time to deal with these things.

"They're really something... Black Mask, Two-Face, and the Penguin. One, two, three of them, and they're capable of causing so much trouble?" After pondering for a while while looking at the written report on the table, Bai Aina spoke up. "Alright, Jason, you go deal with Black Mask. You blew up his building here before, so you should know him well. Deathstroke, you go help him."

"I...I'll go help Two-Face." After hesitating for a moment, Bai Aina figured out how to deal with Two-Face. Perhaps others couldn't do this, but it was still quite simple for her.

"A two-faced man? Teacher, you're not planning to kill him?" Surprised by Bai Aina's decision, Yi Tiao couldn't help but ask.

“Silly girl, not everything is best solved by killing.” Ruffling the girl’s hair, Bai Aina stood up and said. “Then let’s each do our own thing and try to finish our business tonight.”

Just as Deathstroke and Ichijo got up to leave, and Baina was also about to leave, Jason suddenly spoke up and said, "Wait, Baina, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"Hmm? I understand." After gesturing for Deathstroke and Ichijo to leave, Baiana and Jason sat at opposite ends of the table, exchanging glances. "Is there something you need? If you just want my contact number, forget it; I'm still a minor."

Jason was already used to Baina's neurotic remarks, and he didn't draw his gun at this moment. He simply said calmly, "I want to know, what... do you plan to do with the Bat Family?"

"Hmm...? You've raised a very interesting question." Although she said that, Bai Aina seemed uninterested. She said lazily, "Of course I couldn't kill them. The reason... well, there are public and private reasons."

"Publicly, although Batman is a very mentally unstable person, I won't kill him, and the same goes for the others. Personally... of course, it's because of you. After all, they are your brothers and fathers, and it wouldn't be right for me to kill them, would it? Does that count?"

That's certainly part of the reason, but I'd much rather see Batman's reaction to his failure.

Although that guy definitely wouldn't show any expression, thinking about it that way is pretty boring... Bai Aina noticed Jason's gaze, which conveyed only one sentence.

That is—nobody would believe what you say.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Habitual Offenders

“They are cracking down on all drug dealers. We expected trouble to occur in what he considered ‘territory,’ and this is just the beginning; he is expanding his territory.”

"Not only that, he also accepted our funds and men. He started interfering in the businesses of other gangs... Yes, their goal was simple: to get money from other gangs. Apart from collecting protection money, they had very few other business ventures."

"Ha, should we be happy then? After all, no one's competing with us for drugs, blackmail, or the pinks on our phones, right? This damned beast has shown up here again. Why doesn't Batman wipe this stain off the face of the earth!"

“No, sir. The bad thing is… Red Hood seems to be purging and eradicating these people, just like he did last time. And don’t forget, Batman is seriously injured, which is why we’ve been able to quickly take over other smaller gangs during this time.”

The two men talking in the office were none other than the current Black Mask, Roman Sienness, and his male secretary. Thanks to Batman's injury, all the gangs were beginning to expand rapidly. In just a few days, Black Mask's gang had grown in size, but they soon discovered that the emerging 'One Color Gang' had begun to attack them.

Moreover, the leader of the "One Colors Gang" is none other than Red Hood, who was once active in Gotham City and instilled fear in countless underworld figures. Unlike Batman, this man can be described as ruthless. In order to eliminate the drug manufacturing plant, he even blew up a house, and even Batman could not stop him.

"So what?! What are we going to do now! I didn't call you here to hear you spout these sarcastic remarks!" The roaring black mask slammed its hand heavily on the mahogany table, the mask, which was tightly fitted to his face and neck, even bulging out like veins.

“Do you want to hear the truth? It’s that he’s more capable than any of our men.” The secretary, shaking his head helplessly after years of working together, wasn’t intimidated by Black Mask’s outburst. He smiled wryly. “It’s not that we haven’t considered ways to resolve this, it’s just… most assassins won’t take this job, and we’ve already contacted Deadshot, but…”

"Death Shooter was working for Red Hood at that time, and we also hired Copperhead to assassinate Red Hood... He didn't survive past the next day."

Without saying anything more, the agitated man in the black mask took out a revolver with a peach wood handle from the table. The silver gun body was cold, but the peach wood handle gave a warm and reassuring feeling. He fiddled with the drum magazine, watching the golden bullets lying quietly in the cylinder, and narrowed his eyes.

"Get me in touch with Deathstroke and tell him I have a big deal that I need his help with..."

Black Mask not only wanted to kill Red Hood, but also planned to use this opportunity to find out Batman's identity and eliminate him altogether.

He'd had enough of this cat-and-mouse game after all these years; Black Mask had no desire to continue. Pressing his hand against the mask carved from a sandalwood coffin, a chilling sensation seeped into his brain, slowly calming him down.

Standing up from the comfortable leather swivel chair, the man in black mask gazed out the window, a sense of grandeur rising within him. Below this building flowed countless vehicles and pedestrians; looking down from this height, one couldn't help but feel a profound sense of awe, realizing that those beneath him were nothing more than ants crawling on the ground.

"Alright, I understand." Pushing up his glasses, the secretary didn't try to persuade him further. After all, he was just an employee, and the decision-making power ultimately rested with Black Mask.

Gently touching his mask, Black Mask couldn't help but look up at the night sky. To his surprise, he discovered that there seemed to be a person standing on the building opposite, wearing a red hood.

“It feels like the past is repeating itself… but there’s nothing we can do about it.” As Jason picked up the rocket launcher, he noticed that Black Mask had spotted him.

However, this was nothing to worry about. Jason even waved to Black Mask, as if to say hello.

"Damn beast!!!" Grabbing the revolver on the table, Black Mask roared and immediately turned and ran towards the door. Seeing Black Mask's actions, the male secretary seemed to remember something, his expression changed, and he also ran outside.

"He ran pretty fast, didn't he? I thought sitting in the office for so long would affect his stamina." Jason calmly pulled the trigger of the rocket launcher, and after watching the rocket shatter the glass and rush into the room, he took out his phone and dialed a number. "That's done. The rest is up to you."

The blazing flames suddenly erupted in all directions, and the entire building was completely engulfed in flames in an instant. The surging flames shot out of the building, and countless sparks and pieces of rock fell from the sky. Fortunately, a cordon had already been set up below the building, so no passersby were injured.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it! That bastard actually fired a rocket at my office!" Black Mask's face was practically contorted with rage. That building was practically his secret hideout. To ensure his safety, he had even reinforced the entire upper structure, making it capable of withstanding an air raid… "How did he know the building's exact location! There's definitely something fishy going on here!"

"Not everything is airtight, after all, boss, your image is too conspicuous." The secretary curled her lip, not admiring the habit of always wearing a mask, even though there was a reason... but that mask was too ugly and too conspicuous.

"Find out all those brain-dead bastards, those so-called security engineers who designed this fortress, and investigate them one by one." Black Mask immediately thought of this, and he vowed to make the guys who betrayed him pay.

“Then there’s no need. Most of them died in the explosion.” The secretary pushed up his glasses, a glint of light flashing on the lenses.

"Uh—" He rubbed his temples, suppressing his anger behind the black mask. The mask, which fit snugly against his face, sent a chill through him, helping him calm down.

"Wait! How did you manage to escape!" Without hesitation, the black-masked man pointed his M29.44 caliber revolver at the secretary, his eyes filled with doubt as he stared intently at him. If the answer he gave didn't meet his expectations, a three-round burst would blast the other man's head into a pool of blood mixed with bits of flesh.

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I get to train all the time..." Before the secretary could finish speaking, the gun suddenly went off, and with a heavy thud, the secretary could only shake his head. "I do get to train regularly, but it's not necessary this time."

Deathstroke, holding the pistol, flicked his wrist; the shot had accurately pierced Black Mask's heart. Frankly, given Black Mask's mind control abilities and his cautious nature, killing him wouldn't have been easy.

"Anyway, thank you for your cooperation this time." Jason, who arrived shortly after, extended his hand to the secretary, his tone gentle. "Without your help, we wouldn't have been able to remove Black Mask so smoothly."

“That’s true, I’m losing patience with this guy who’s as stupid as a cow.” The secretary politely adjusted his glasses and said in a fawning tone, “So, Mr. Red Hood, the rest…”

“Don’t worry, it will be transferred to you.” Jason patted him on the shoulder, then suddenly pulled a pistol from his jacket and shot him directly in the chest.

The White Knight series is over. It really makes me think Batman is the epitome of superhero trash.

Chapter Forty-Nine: My Troubles

The half of his face that had been necrotic since the day he was splashed with sulfuric acid suddenly developed an extremely peculiar numbness and itching sensation. When the two-faced man woke up because of this numbness and itching, he was still in his familiar office, but the scene in front of him stunned him.

The once tidy office was now filled with gang members lying haphazardly, while two young girls were drinking tea at a nearby reception table. They were leisurely playing Connect Four while sipping their tea.

Two-Face was tightly strapped to a stool with ropes, only his neck and brain could perform some simple movements, and he understood that struggling was pointless.