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

“My bird is very well-behaved and never scratches anything.” Wang Baixi lifted the owl off his shoulder and let it stand on the sofa armrest, then reached under the TV cabinet and pulled out a small square metal box.

Zatana squinted: "What's that?"

"Bird language translator, a little gadget Bruce gave me. It can translate bird calls into English in real time. I saw the complete version in the Bat Cave, this is the portable version."

After saying that, he turned on the translator, and the indicator light changed from red to green.

Hedwig fluttered her wings and made a series of low cooing sounds.

The translator's speaker immediately emitted a flat female voice: "Master, you're very late today."

Buckbeak then let out a short howl, which the translator translated as, "I'm hungry."

"Okay, okay." Wang Baixi put the translator on the coffee table, turned and walked towards the kitchen. "Miss Zatana, would you please play with them for a while? I'll arrange a room for you later."

Zatana watched Wang Baixi walk into the kitchen, hugged the still trembling meat pie in her arms tightly, and then looked at the two spirited birds of prey.

She suddenly had an idea.

She simply snapped her fingers lightly.

"Speaking of which..."

Hedwig and Buckbeak's beaks seemed to have been flicked by some force, and their eyes widened simultaneously.

Hedwig opened her curved beak first: "Holy crap, what did this woman just do to us?"

The voice was sharp and filled with panic, like a primary school student suddenly called on by the teacher.

Buckbeak also let out a low sigh: "I can talk now! No, I always could!"

Hedwig flapped her wings a couple more times: "He actually named us after characters from Harry Potter! I've put up with him for so long. Buckbeak, can you put up with that too?"

Buckbeak also let out a high-pitched eagle cry: "I can't stand it! I'm clearly a falcon, not a hippogriff!"

Zatana stood there stunned for several seconds before covering her mouth with her hand, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably as she laughed until tears streamed down her face.

Meatball poked its head out from her arms and let out a soft chirp at the two birds that were still frantically spawning.

Wang Baixi, who had just come out of the kitchen carrying a plate of frozen rat meat, froze at the kitchen doorway along with the plate in his hand.

As soon as Hedwig saw him, she immediately turned her head and said, "He's here, he's here again, carrying those stinky rats!"

Buckbeak chimed in, "Wang Baixi, do you think your carrot-and-stick tactics can buy us off? Let me tell you, no!"

The plate in Wang Baixi's hand tilted slightly. He stared blankly at the two stinky birds that had suddenly been able to speak. Zatana's cheerful laughter filled his ears. A frozen rat slid off the edge of the plate and rolled under the sofa.

"Looks like Bruce didn't give you anything good, Mr. Wang." Zatana wiped away her tears, her watery eyes looking at Wang Baixi.

His face quickly darkened.

"Bruce Wayne!!"

Chapter 74 Freeze Resistance

“Actually, there’s a misunderstanding between Bruce and me,” Wang Baixi said sincerely to Zatana as he opened the driver’s side door.

The next day at noon, he and Zatana stood side by side, having slept until they naturally woke up, and were now beginning to enjoy their new day.

Zatana, who was to his left, was wearing a dark blue trench coat, which wasn't particularly seasonal, but it was Wang Baixi's request.

She left the meat pie at the villa, and before leaving, she specifically told Hedwig and Buckbeak to "get along well with their new friends."

"Oh, really? He transferred money to you yesterday?" Zatana got into the passenger seat and tucked the hem of her trench coat into her coat.

"No, I had some conversations with him. He said he had mixed up the machine used to translate insect language with the machine used to translate bird language, which is why he made a blunder. In addition, he agreed to the first step of my plan: to establish a subsidiary to research cryogenic application technology."

Then, he floored the accelerator.

“Cryogenic technology? What does that have to do with your urban development plan?” Zatana wasn’t surprised by his sudden acceleration, but looked at Wang Baixi calmly.

"Of course there is. Artificial freezing is very useful for the renovation of underground systems, and in some high-risk geological scenarios it is even the only feasible solution."

"If you can master a cheap cryogenic technique, you can freeze saturated soil into an impermeable rock mass, and dig however you want."

"Whether it's a pipe that a clown has collapsed or a courthouse that has been entrenched underground for hundreds of years, renovating it using conventional methods would not only cost a fortune, but also take an indefinitely long time."

"But what if we use the freeze method instead? The finance person who was making grand promises to me said: the cost can be reduced to one-third, and the construction period can be shortened to one-tenth of the original."

"I didn't expect you to have done your research on this." Zatana's tone held genuine approval. "So, where are we going now?"

"Go and conduct an on-site inspection of the company's location."

The car was still speeding along.

“Your efficiency is top-notch. How much longer until we arrive?” Zatana said with a smile.

"ten."

"Ten minutes?"

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Why is it the last one?!

As Wang Baixi counted down, he turned the car onto a shady asphalt road. The trees on both sides of the road became increasingly sparse, and a gray-white factory-style building appeared at the end of his line of sight.

"One, we've arrived!"

Zatana steadied herself and looked out through the windshield. She saw a tall, thin figure standing at the building entrance. The person was wearing a full set of cryogenic protective clothing, and the cryo-gun at their waist gleamed in the sunlight.

She was all too familiar with this image.

“…Wait, that guy is Mr. Freeze!” Zatanna’s voice suddenly rose. “Oh my god, what is he doing here?”

“He’s not Mr. Freeze anymore, Miss Zatanna. He’s Victor Frith now.”

Is there a difference? When you introduce Batman, do you say, "He's not Batman now, he's Bruce Wayne"?

“…You’re letting a criminal work for you?” Zatana looked at Wang Baixi in disbelief. “My God, why would Superman want you to join the Justice League? I’m going to give you a low score on the evaluation form, Mr. Wang. We’re the Justice League, not an entrepreneur league!”

"Business itself is the greatest justice," Wang Baixi said without changing his expression.

Zatana pursed her lips, looking at Wang Baixi with a heart full of despair.

"Are you sure?"

“Ahem, don’t be so tense, Miss Zatanna. Be bold and try new things. I work for Batman, so what’s the big deal if Mr. Freeze works for me? He also needs a legitimate source of income; it’s part of the plan.”

“That’s good, but let’s hope nothing goes wrong,” Zatana laughed sarcastically. “By the way, how many parts does your plan actually have?”

"It's hard to explain in a short time."

As they were talking, the car came to a stop, and Victor stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, you are late." His expression remained calm and matter-of-fact.

"Sorry, there was a bit of traffic, but it'll be quick." After getting out of the car, Wang Baixi pointed to Zatana, "This is Miss Zatana Zatana, the world's greatest magician."

He then pointed to Victor, "This is Dr. Victor Frith, the world's greatest low-temperature physicist and our company's future chief technology officer."

Although Zatana was quite helpless, she still politely extended her hand: "Mr. Frith, I've heard so much about you."

“Miss Zatara, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Victor shook hands with her briefly.

Taking advantage of a lull in their small talk, Wang Baixi turned to Victor and said, "Have you thought it through, Victor? I'm talking about Nora. Are you going to use Amber Gold, or should I use the resurrection spell?"

“Of course, it’s resurrection.” Victor’s answer was more straightforward than he had expected.

"When does it begin?"

"Come down with me first. I have something to tell you." Victor turned and pushed open the blast door of the workshop, leading the way into the cryogenic laboratory. "Will Miss Magician follow you the whole time?"

"Yes, she was in charge of keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn't do anything wrong."

"It sounds similar to what my wife used to do."

Wang Baixi and Mr. Freeze chatted casually, while Zatana followed behind. The three of them walked through the huge refrigeration units all the way to the deepest part of the workshop.

Victor pressed the elevator button, and the three of them slowly descended in the old freight elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a blast of chilly air hit him. Wang Baixi instinctively zipped up his coat by two inches.

"You've arranged this underground space even more elaborately than a bat cave," he exhaled, letting out a puff of white breath.

Victor didn't respond, but simply led them to a huge cryogenic curtain wall.

Inside the curtain wall, a man in a purple suit, with a bright smile and a pale face, was embedded.

Zatana stopped and looked up at the familiar smiling face beneath the transparent ice.

It was the Joker.

"You froze him."

“It wasn’t us, it was Batman who made Mr. Freeze do it. He didn’t want us to kill the Joker. According to him, he has another plan that the Joker needs to put into practice.” Wang Baixi stood in front of the ice sculpture, silently watching the Joker’s frozen smile. “Personally, I think this is like raising a tiger to cause trouble. I really want to get rid of him, to be honest.”

Zatana did not answer. Her eyes remained fixed on the clown's face, frozen behind the ice, for a long time before she gently exhaled a puff of white breath.

“Bruce has his own ideas, that’s just how he is,” she said.

She knew very well that Batman had a red line that couldn't be crossed, but most of the time, he had also harbored murderous thoughts, and no one knew what he would do if he lost control. So much so that she was horrified when she heard that Bane had been killed by Batman.

But she later realized that Bane's death could be attributed to Wang Baixi, and that if no drastic measures were taken, Gotham would be plunged into a great catastrophe.

“Alright, Victor, this isn’t what you wanted to tell me, is it?” Wang Baixi interrupted from the side.

“That’s not true.” Victor pointed to the freezer at the other end of the laboratory.

In the innermost spot of that row of freezers, Sebastian Clark was frozen inside a transparent, cryogenic confinement column. The ice wasn't as thick as the Joker's, and he could still utter a series of incoherent curses from within.

"You just wait! The court won't let you get away with this!"

"What else do you want to say?" Wang Baixi jogged two steps and stood directly in front of the freezing pillar. "'On the day Barbados returns to the world, all traitors shall die'? Is that what you wanted to say?"

Clark started roaring again.

“Never mind him, Wang.” Victor interrupted Wang Baixi’s impromptu performance. “Didn’t you notice anything strange? The claws made of amber gold can generate cold resistance. That’s what I wanted to tell you. It’s my new discovery.”

"Looks like you can publish an SCI paper now."

"Don't make such lame jokes," Victor said.