Chapter 1 The Batman's Dilemma

In the night, a black motorcycle sped past like lightning, a flash of red on board.

Tim Drake, the third Robin, aspired to "become the world's best detective." In terms of setting, his skills were slightly inferior to the first generation, Dick Grayson, but his investigative abilities were even better.

But in fact, his skills were definitely not weak. In the comic "Battle for the Cowl," Jason Todd had to admit: "This kid can fight. He's always been good at balancing intellect and force."

Unfortunately, he was ultimately defeated by Todd because he fought "the way Bruce taught him," "clinging to a set of moral principles." Therefore, Tim's defeat was reasonable in the face of Todd, who had no bottom line.

Seeing that such a "gentle, kind, courteous, restrained, and yielding" good young man had arrived, Feng Bujue felt much relieved.

"God... this scene is like a missile strike..." Tim stood on top of a building, looking out at the factory ruins in front of him, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Some fire trucks were parked near the scene, and firefighters were still busy. The police had established a super-long cordon to block reporters and nearby residents. Although the scale of the explosion was amazing, the subsequent fire and follow-up damage were not too great and had been effectively controlled.

"That is..." Suddenly, Tim saw something. On top of another building less than two hundred meters away from him, there was a figure in a long purple suit. Judging from this person's characteristics, he was undoubtedly the "Nameless One" described by the hostages in the bank incident.

Twenty-five seconds. That was the time it took Tim to approach Feng Bujue from behind.

"Don't do anything stupid, Tim." When Feng Bujue spoke, he had his back to Tim, but he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. As the other party approached to a certain distance and prepared to attack, he uttered these words at an appropriate speed.

"You're the lunatic who threw dollars into the street, right?" Tim said, his eyes becoming hostile. "You're also the murderer who killed those three police officers."

"I believe your accusations are nonsense unless you have enough evidence to prove that I am related to these things," Feng Bujue turned around and replied calmly.

"The police station has more than twenty testimonies from different witnesses, and your appearance completely matches the description in any of them," Tim said.

"Many people look alike, Tim," Feng Bujue said. "You can't convict me just because my appearance 'matches the description.'"

"After I tie you up and take you back to the police station, I think those witnesses will be happy to identify you," Tim replied confidently.

"Tie me up? Take me back to the station? Heh... how interesting. Who gave you the right to arrest me?" Feng Bujue laughed. "Am I currently engaged in any criminal activity? Or is my image on the police station's wanted list?" He shook his head. "Tim... Tim... a good detective should understand that the law... is about evidence."

"Hmph... I know you're a cunning guy. You think that by blowing up the bank's surveillance room, there won't be any data left? As long as you spend some time, the police will be able to..." Tim hadn't finished speaking.

Feng Bujue interrupted, "Then wait until they restore the surveillance footage and get solid evidence before arresting me." He spread his hands. "Right now... I'm just a law-abiding citizen standing on the roof, looking at the scenery."

"Enough! This conversation is meaningless. You and I both know that you are the 'Nameless One'!" Tim shouted.

"Even if I admit it, so what? Tim," Feng Bujue said earnestly. "I can go back with you, but what will happen next? The testimonies of those hostages can only prove that I killed three bank robbers." He shrugged. "My actions undoubtedly fall under self-defense. One could even say it's a heroic act, just like what you and Shen Wang (God's Web) do." He raised a finger, wagging it at the other party, like a teacher instructing a student. "I don't know how much of the surveillance footage can be restored, but I don't think you can find any footage of me killing three police officers. In fact, I think I'll be paroled before you even restore the footage. As for how much the bail will be, I don't care."

"Also, no police officer or hostage 'saw' me throwing money into the street with their own eyes. Even if you can recover every bill scattered on the street, you definitely won't find half a fingerprint of mine," Feng Bujue said smugly. "And no police officer has directly witnessed my face."

Feng Bujue had obviously thought everything through. Every step he took in the bank was meaningful: "If this case goes to trial, the only unfavorable information the hostages can provide to the police is... after I killed the three robbers, I used a gun to force the hostages to put cash bags on their heads and tied their hands and feet with plastic zip ties." He tilted his head and smiled. "Regarding this matter, I can explain it this way... 'When I killed those three robbers for the purpose of self-defense, I was worried that there were accomplices among the people present. In order to better cooperate with the police's actions, I controlled the situation as soon as possible and hinted to Chief Clapton that the hostages had accomplices, so he shouldn't let his guard down.'"

"Hmph... do you think anyone will believe your nonsense?" Tim snorted coldly.

"Of course, this is a free country, Tim. The jury is neutral, isn't it? Besides... everyone has weaknesses, right?" Feng Bujue smiled darkly. "As long as I have a seemingly reasonable explanation, the final result of my trial can only be that I'm released due to lack of evidence."

"Ha!" Tim also smiled. "Just based on what you just said to me, I can..."

"Testify against me?" Feng Bujue interrupted again. "Then go ahead and testify. Anyway, in court, I can completely deny it. At that time, your testimony will become 'speculation based on subjective assumptions, lies fabricated in order to send me to prison.'" He suddenly shook his finger. "Ah... ah... Tim, what are you doing? You're imperceptibly turning sideways, secretly reaching for your belt, are you trying to turn on some kind of recording device?"

Tim's intentions were seen through by Feng Bujue, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"You only reacted after my reminder, which means you're still too inexperienced," Feng Bujue said. "If Bruce were standing here today, he would have started recording when I said the word 'evidence.'"

"You actually..." Tim said in a deep voice. "You not only know my name, but even Bruce..."

"Hahahaha..." Feng Bujue suddenly burst into laughter, which lasted for more than ten seconds before stopping. "In my opinion, Batman's identity has always been a joke...

"He wears military-grade gear that costs over a million dollars, and drives a vehicle that costs over eighty million dollars. White, between twenty-five and forty-five years old, six feet two inches tall. How many people do you think meet those criteria? Even in the entire United States, I can narrow the list down to twenty people. Not to mention in this small Gotham City."

"Who exactly are you?" At this time, Tim's eyes had changed when he looked at Feng Bujue. He realized that the man in front of him was clearly not the kind of super-criminal who relied on force, but the kind who relied on intelligence. These people were particularly difficult to deal with.

"What do you think, Tim?" Feng Bujue threw the question back.

"If your so-called 'visitor from another world' statement is true, my initial deduction is..." Tim replied, "You are the Joker from another universe."

"Heh... you're not bad, kid. If I were in your position, I might think the same way..." Feng Bujue said. "But I'm not the Joker. The real Joker won't appear during these days, because a Gotham City without Batman... is too boring for him."

"Sounds like you know that madman very well," Tim responded.

When the conversation reached this point, Tim understood that he couldn't get any substantial information out of the man in front of him, so he began to slowly approach Feng Bujue, preparing to take him down.

"I also know you very well, Tim Drake." As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Bujue unbuttoned the two buttons in the middle of his coat, revealing a bundle of explosives...

Tim immediately stopped, startled, and said, "What are you trying to do... die with me?"

Feng Bujue smiled, took a small remote control from his coat pocket, and raised it with one hand: "Who knows... heh heh heh..." After he said that, he actually pressed it.

Bang—

A loud noise announced that the remote control had detonated the bomb.

But it was naturally not the bomb tied to Feng Bujue's body, but somewhere else.

At the moment Feng Bujue pressed the button, Tim was so shocked that he shook his cape and rolled backward, but he didn't expect the explosion to happen in front of him, but in a more distant place.

"What's going on..." Tim regained his footing and took a closer look.

Behind Feng Bujue, about a hundred meters away, was another high-rise building, and the explosion occurred there. After the explosion, a huge arc-shaped gap was left on the outer wall of the building, like a smiling face.

From Tim's perspective, this burning smile was suspended in the sky behind Feng Bujue, and was exactly the same as the smile on this madman's face.

"Even now, Tim, you still don't have enough evidence to send me to prison." Feng Bujue flicked his hand and threw the remote control outside the rooftop. "You saw me press something when the explosion happened, but that doesn't prove anything. Maybe you can find a broken remote control on the street, but there won't be any fingerprints on it." He smiled evilly. "You see... when everything has to be about evidence, it becomes easier for criminals to get away with it. The laws of this country are a joke, Tim. Countless true villains are able to roam free, while many good people are ruined for life by this system because of a little mistake."

"What exactly do you want to do!" Tim roared, but he still couldn't move forward, after all, the bomb on Feng Bujue's body hadn't exploded yet...

"My purpose is hard for you to understand."

"I can try to understand."

"Don't bother, I don't plan to tell you," Feng Bujue replied, then pointed to the explosives on his body. "Anyway, what you should realize now is... these bombs are not for bluffing. I am determined not to be caught by you." He paused and added, "Don't talk to me about the law. Behind you is not the law, but justice. Even Batman can't deny that justice needs power to support it. And you... Tim, are not qualified enough."

As Feng Bujue spoke, he retreated and stood next to the railing on the rooftop: "There are two things you need to know." He took out a mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to Tim.

Tim's dynamic vision was excellent. When he saw that it wasn't some kind of hidden weapon flying over, he reached out and caught it.

"Open the notepad, the first file contains three sets of numbers. Those numbers mark the coordinates of a bomb," Feng Bujue said. "And that bomb is located in an apartment building one mile from here, and it will explode in ten minutes." He paused for two seconds and added, "The second thing, if you or anyone else from Shen Wang (God's Web) encounters the other inter-dimensional travelers, never believe a single word they say. When they say they have no hostility or surrender, you should be on your guard... that's the prelude to their massacre."

Having said that, Feng Bujue opened his arms and jumped backward, directly jumping off the high-rise building.

Tim quickly chased to the edge of the rooftop and saw Feng Bujue open a rectangular glider parachute in mid-air and fly away into the distance...

"Sage, can you hear me? This is Tim." Tim immediately turned on the communicator.

"Hi, Tim, what's the situation? I heard you went after that..."

"Okay, Barbara, there's no time. Listen to me first," Tim interrupted. "I'm going to defuse a bomb that a madman installed. Please tell all Shen Wang (God's Web) members a message." As he said this, he ran. Using ropes and grappling hooks, Tim easily reached the original building and began to descend, preparing to jump on his ride that had a top speed of 300 kilometers per hour. "Tell Dick to be careful of those two inter-dimensional travelers. Their surrender may be a trick. They must be detained in super-criminal-level cells and guarded closely!"

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Five minutes later, Feng Bujue, who had landed a few blocks away, had packed away the parachute and walked leisurely into a small street. He walked straight to a luxury car parked on the side of the street, came to the back seat, opened the door and got in.

Inside the car sat a tall middle-aged man. The right half of his face was normal, and his hairstyle was also conventional, while the other half of his face was ulcerated and skinless, and his hair was a one-stop shop for washing, cutting and blowing. His suit was also very special. The right half was black, and the style was calm and dignified; while the left half was a fancy striped suit, like the usual dress of a mid-level mafia cadre.

Feng Bujue sat down opposite Two-Face without ceremony, took a bottle of whiskey from the mini-bar, and poured himself a glass. "He took the bait, let your people get ready."