American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

“Young Master Dick,” he said, “I’ll need your help to return to Wayne Manor next. Master Bruce left behind a set of tools that are sufficient to test the Wayne family’s DNA.”

Dick's eyes widened: "Bruce did this too?"

“He’s done many things, Master Dick. He just never tells anyone.” Alfred turned to Wang Baixi and Joshua. “If this gentleman is indeed Joshua Wayne, then he will certainly pass verification. Now, sir, would you be willing…”

But Joshua readily replied, "Of course, of course I'm willing."

Chapter Four: Brave New World

When Joshua Wayne rolled up his sleeves, revealing his mud-covered arm, Alfred said nothing, but simply took a sterile swab and a lancet from the drawer of the conference table with astonishingly smooth movements.

“Please sit down, Mr. Joshua.” Alfred’s form of address had subtly changed. “This process will only take a few dozen seconds.”

Joshua sat down in the chair, watching the tiny lancet pierce his skin, his expression perfectly controlled.

Next, Alfred placed the collected blood sample into a temperature-controlled chamber before pressing an encrypted call button on his phone screen.

The phone rang twice before being answered, and a young voice came through, "Ah Fu, I'm at the Batcave. What's the situation on your end? Dick just told me that two strange people broke into Wayne Tower, and he's about to..."

“Tim, I need you to activate the DNA testing program left behind by Master Bruce,” Alfred interrupted. “I have a blood sample here that needs to be analyzed. I’ll have Master Dick send the sample over.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "DNA testing? Whose sample?"

“A gentleman who called himself Joshua Wayne claimed to be an ancestor of Lord Bruce.”

Another silence followed.

"Are you kidding me, Alfred?"

“No, absolutely not. Tim, just do it.” Alfred hung up the phone after saying that, then looked at Dick Grayson, who was standing by the window. “Young Master Dick, please give this incubator to Tim. He knows what to do.”

Dick's expression was unusually complicated when he took the incubator. He glanced at Joshua, nodded slightly, and then pushed open the door and left the conference room.

Wang Baixi stood in the corner watching all this, a question swirling in his mind: Tim? Tim Drake, the current Robin of Batman?

While he was thinking, Alfred had already turned around, his hands crossed in front of him, in a posture like an examiner about to begin a formal interview.

"Mr. Wang, while we wait for the results, I would like to ask you a few questions."

"Please speak," Wang Baixi said, trying to remain calm.

"You say you are a mage," Alfred said in a flat tone, "Where did you learn your magic?"

“My master was a hermit who lived in seclusion in Tibet. He passed away many years ago.” Wang Boxi tried to make his gaze sincere. “He didn’t like fame, you know, mysterious Easterners are all like that…”

That's Tibet, the most mysterious place in the world of American comics. Alfred and the others will definitely believe it without a doubt.

But then Alfred squinted, then slowly opened his eyes wide, and asked his second question:

"Then why are you in Gotham?"

“You know, the life of an Eastern hermit is very simple. I also wanted to achieve financial freedom, so I came to America, although I was a bit down on my luck at first. But it doesn’t matter, I caught a good time.”

Yes, Batman died at just the right time!

“Okay, that seems reasonable. But I have another question: Can your resurrection spell resurrect anyone? For example... Lord Bruce.”

Theoretically, it is indeed feasible, but Wang Baixi has his own considerations.

He really wanted to revive Batman, but he also wondered: if Batman were revived, would he be willing to give up his shares to him?

Undeniably, he is a man with a flexible moral compass. But he still genuinely admires Batman; it wasn't him who harmed Batman, it was Bane. He'll have to wait until he gets the money he's about to take!

Therefore, he plans to stall for time and let Joshua complete the share transfer before he starts working on Batman's resurrection.

Now, let the prison bats have a resurrection match down there.

We will win!

“Not right now.” Wang Baixi shook his head, feigning seriousness. “You should know, Mr. Pennyworth. Performing any spell requires mana. For example, after Mr. Joshua was resurrected, I needed to periodically inject mana to maintain their vital signs. If the mana ran out, they would die again within tens of seconds. And right now, I’m a little short on mana.”

"So you can't bring Lord Bruce back to life?"

"Just for now."

Alfred smiled calmly, accepting his answer, and then asked, "If you could resurrect Bruce, would you be willing?"

“Of course I would. We all know that Mr. Bruce Wayne is a pillar of Gotham, and his return would be good for the entire city.”

This statement was undoubtedly sincere from a technical standpoint, and Wang Baixi was even willing to pay a certain price to do it. Precisely because his moral standards were rather low, he understood all too well the need for someone like Batman to defend this cursed city of the ditch.

But Alfred's next question required him to think about how to answer.

"If you're willing to resurrect Mr. Bruce, then why did you go to all the trouble of bringing Mr. Joshua out of the cemetery?" Alfred's tone remained polite. "If you can resurrect Mr. Bruce, you can come directly to us instead of first resurrecting an ancestor from over a hundred years ago and then bringing him here to claim kinship."

Wang Baixi felt Joshua's gaze fall on him as well.

Yes, why is that?

"Damn it, I can't say I resurrected the wrong person... that would make me seem unprofessional!"

As a "mage," the most important skills are nothing more than pretending to be a god and creating an air of mystery. If you can't even do that, then you shouldn't call yourself a mage.

"Well, because I can't be sure whether Mr. Bruce Wayne is really dead or just pretending to be dead."

"I've seen too many rich people fake their deaths to escape. Bruce Wayne's funeral was a huge affair; I wasn't there when the coffin was nailed shut, nor was I there when the tombstone was erected."

"All I know is that the land was newly filled in, but I can't be sure if there are any people inside."

"So, to me, Bruce Wayne has always been in a state of uncertainty, his fate unknown."

At this point, he looked at Joshua, "So I first resurrected a Wayne family member whose death I was certain was certain, and this family member left no descendants, so the impact of resurrecting him on society would be negligible. If Mr. Joshua can come back to life, it means that my resurrection magic is effective on the Wayne family. If you need me to use it on Bruce Wayne, I can do it once I'm ready. Of course, it may take six or seven days."

"His fate unknown? No, I can tell you: Mr. Bruce is dead. We all hope more than anyone that he just faked his death to escape, to unload his burdens, and to travel the world, away from the clamor of the board..." Alfred's tone was somewhat sorrowful.

“No, that’s cowardly! A man should shoulder his responsibilities, not bring shame upon his family!” Joshua sneered, then looked at Wang Baixi. “So you mean you used me as a guinea pig?”

“Sir, I did use you as a stepping stone,” Wang Baixi said frankly, “but you did survive, isn’t that the best outcome?”

Joshua couldn't help but laugh out loud. "You're so honest that it's impossible to get angry at you."

Alfred didn't press further. He looked at Joshua, his tone softening, "Mr. Joshua, while we wait for the results, would you like to rest? I can arrange a room for you at a nearby hotel so you can take a shower and change your clothes."

Joshua looked down at his tattered coat. "You're right. I don't really look suitable for sitting in the Wayne Corporation's conference room right now."

He then stood up, but suddenly remembered something important.

"By the way, Pennyworth, I'd like to know about the current state of the Wayne Corporation. When I died, my family was mainly involved in shipping and real estate. What about now?"

Alfred picked up a tablet from the conference table, swiped it a few times, and handed it to Joshua.

"Wayne Group's current business covers defense, aerospace, biotechnology, new energy and medical equipment. The shipping business was divested in the 1970s, and real estate is still retained to some extent, but it is no longer the company's main source of income."

Joshua took the tablet and then froze.

"What is this? Is it magic?"

Joshua poked the screen with his finger and found that the image changed with his touch, which startled him so much that he almost threw the tablet away.

What a ghost!

“This is called a tablet computer, sir,” Alfred said patiently. “You can think of it as a touch-sensitive glass screen that stores information from all over the world.”

Joshua gradually shifted from a state of extreme skepticism to one of skepticism, asking, "You didn't make up this word, did you?"

Chapter Five: The Genuine Wayne Bloodline

"This thing is amazing! Who invented it?"

"Hmm...Steve Jobs?"

"He's almost greater than Lincoln!" Joshua's eyes were filled with shock and reverence. At the same time, he carefully swiped a few times on the screen, looking at the stock price charts and financial data of Wayne Enterprises. "Are these numbers changing in real time?"

"Yes."

"So, I can now see every second of the New York Stock Exchange's trading data?"

“Not just the New York Stock Exchange, sir,” Alfred said, sitting down beside him. “You can see real-time data from any major financial market in the world.”

Joshua placed the tablet on the table, his posture like that of a general about to conquer the world. "I'm starting to believe what you say, Your Majesty. Voices really can fly in out of thin air, without wires, and fit into such a small box."

Wang Baixi almost burst out laughing in the corner, but he held it in.

After flipping through a few pages of financial statements, Joshua suddenly looked up and asked, "When Bruce Wayne was alive, which part of the group's business was he primarily responsible for?"

“Um…” Alfred tried his best to make his answer relatively appropriate, “Bruce has an in-depth understanding of every business in the group, but he prefers to leave the specific operations to a professional management team. He himself is more focused on the group’s long-term strategy and philanthropic endeavors.”

Wang Baixi mentally translated this passage:

Bruce Wayne spends most of his time beating up thugs in a bodysuit, leaving most of the company's affairs to others. He only shows up at routine meetings at most.

Joshua clearly understood this implication as well. "So this Bruce Wayne isn't married?"

"No, sir."

Do you have children? Even illegitimate children count.

"No, sir."

In fact, Bruce does have an illegitimate son, but he himself is unaware of his existence. Among everyone present, the only one who knows this big secret is Wang Baixi.

But Wang Baixi's choice is: not to spoil the plot for now.

After a moment of silence, Joshua gave a bitter laugh. "How old is he?"

He died at the age of thirty-six.

“Thirty-six years old, unmarried, no children, and basically doesn’t manage the company much?” Joshua’s disappointment was almost overflowing as he read these short sentences. “Damn it, the Wayne family bloodline almost ended in his generation!! If the King hadn’t pulled me out of the ground, this family would have been completely finished.”

“Mr. Joshua, Mr. Bruce has given a lot to this city. There are some things you don’t know.”

“I don’t need to know.” Joshua raised his hand to stop Dick from continuing. “A thirty-six-year-old man without offspring, no matter what he has done, proves that his priorities were wrong. I died without children because I died. He lived to thirty-six without children, that was his own choice.”

Then, his tone became suspicious.

"Was he gay? Holy crap!? How did he die?"