Gordon's eyes revealed endless despair and fury, but he was powerless to resist his fate.

Seconds later, he fell from the high platform, dying in a heap on the street.

The crowd gathered below looked at Gordon's corpse, and doubt arose in their hearts once more…

"Were we wrong?" "Was Gordon... the real liar?" "The power of the Bat-God is real!" "We were fooled by the Joker!"

This group, who had just been shouting to overthrow the Bat, quickly wavered.

In the world of American comics, there are always people like this, who today call for the extermination of mutants, tomorrow demand that superheroes reveal their identities, but the day after tomorrow cheer for those freaks.

Do they really have faith? No… they don't even have a stance. Hypocrisy, pragmatism, stupidity, rationality… all intertwined, forming this group of people. In the end, what sways them is still—reality.

As a certain movie put it—"They help whoever wins."

Feng Bujue understood this very well…

"Hahahaha…" A burst of manic laughter rang out, and the next second, Feng Bujue (the Joker) appeared once again on every large screen in the city. "You deformed bat freak, you're really ruthless…"

"What's going on…" The_Bruce immediately whispered into the communicator near his mouth, "How did he get on the screens?"

"We… we don't know, sir," a staff member in the command center replied through the communication channel. "We haven't sent out any video signals."

"Tch…" The_Bruce spat. "Then hurry up and find a way to stop him!"

"We're already trying… but…" the same voice replied, "…it's not working." He paused. "No matter how he hacked into the system, he has higher permissions than we do now…"

Hearing this, The_Bruce's expression changed drastically. An answer instantly formed in his mind. "Kleeber…" he said through gritted teeth, "Damn it… I should have known."

"Hum…" On the big screen, Jue-ge's words continued, "Did you really think that by killing Gordon and pinning all the blame on him, you could sit firmly on the throne again?" He raised his voice. "And you… a bunch of mindless idiots! You've watched him put on this kind of show countless times in the past few decades, so what makes this time… any different?"

"He's right!" "Gordon's death means nothing!" "Liar!" "Accept your judgment!"

The_Bruce watched as the crowd's attitude changed again, and his heart was filled with rage.

Now, he only had one option left.

"All of you, shut up!" The_Bruce stood on the edge of the high platform, flung open his cape with a wave of his arm, and roared furiously through the sonic device on his combat armor.

The sound waves spread out, coupled with his kingly aura, instantly silencing the square outside the Bat Castle.

"You want my blood, is that it?" The_Bruce looked down upon the kingdom he had ruled for many years, looked at those ignorant, greedy subjects, and spoke a sentence full of courage. "Then come and take it yourselves!" As he spoke, he took a step forward and jumped off the high platform.

The black bat wings spread open in the air, and the shadow of the bat fell swiftly.

At this moment, the crowd below instinctively retreated… because they finally realized that The_Bruce, even if he wasn't a god, was a qualified, undeniable killing machine.

Bang—

With a deafening roar, a spiderweb-like crack spread across the concrete ground.

The King of Gotham landed on his feet, carving out a circular area in the dense crowd. No one dared to approach where he stood.

"Come on…" The_Bruce stood proudly and said coldly, "I'm standing right in front of you, and you don't even have the courage to raise a weapon against me?"

Before he finished speaking, someone actually fired a gun.

That's the characteristic of guns; killing with a gun and killing with cold weapons are two completely different concepts… Perhaps no one dared to fight Bruce head-on, but that didn't mean they didn't dare to shoot.

After the first gunshot, there would naturally be a second, a third…

A few seconds later, some civilians closer to The_Bruce, and who possessed weapons, began to shoot at him one after another.

But…

Protected by the combat armor, The_Bruce stood firmly on the spot, unmoving.

Those bullets that hit him were deflected and ricocheted, flying along with those that had already missed, towards the surrounding crowd.

After a burst of chaotic gunshots, screams, wails, and angry shouts rang out…

Blood did flow onto the ground, but not a single drop came from the King of Gotham. On the contrary, those who surrounded him fell one after another.

"Questioning my divinity is the greatest mistake you've ever made…" The_Bruce said as he slowly moved forward. "I will personally judge you, and make you remember—the only truth in this city."

"Is this your plan? What is this? Bat Musou?" On the big screen, Feng Bujue then interjected in a mocking tone. "Using extreme violence to spread fear, and rebuilding the foundation of faith on the basis of fear, hehehe… this is really ugly, and boring to the extreme."

"You dare to say such things to me?" The_Bruce knew that "the Joker" could hear him, so he raised his head and retorted directly. "Aren't you spreading fear too?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue responded as expected. "But my purpose is different from yours. I don't want to rule anyone… hehehe… I just want to make the people here understand some basic principles."

"Principles?" The_Bruce sneered. "Hum… in my opinion, the only thing you can teach others is anarchism…"

"Many years ago…" Jue-ge interrupted the other party, changing to a solemn tone, "In this city, there were indeed many people you regarded as madmen… This group of unscrupulous antisocial individuals and anarchists were called supervillains by you." He shook his head slightly. "And I want to reiterate—I, the Joker, am different from them…"

At this point, an unforeseen event occurred.

"Look!" "Oh! My God! That's…" "It's a Bat!" "It's a new god! A new god has descended!"

There was a commotion in the crowd because they saw another person wearing a bat suit and a bat cape… flying in from the sky.

"Hmm?" The_Bruce looked up and muttered, "Collins, eh… Hah… I knew you'd come."

Although Joey was wearing a bat mask, Bruce recognized him at a glance. Because Bruce's combat armor had very advanced facial recognition capabilities, as long as the armor's system had the corresponding character data, and the thermal induction system was working normally, ordinary facial disguises were useless.

"You've come at the right time!" As The_Bruce spoke, he raised his left arm and shot a bright yellow laser beam at Collins in the air. "Die!"

Joey reacted quickly. He tugged at his cape, turned around diagonally in the air, barely dodged the attack, and landed ten meters in front of Bruce.

The surrounding crowd retreated like a tide. Obviously… they wanted these two "Bat Gods" to solve their problems themselves.

"Are you ready to fight someone stronger?" After Joey stood still, he closed his cape, covering his body, and confronted Bruce.

"You're very clever, knowing to use your cape to conceal your attack intentions," The_Bruce said. "Unfortunately… these tricks are meaningless in front of me." This was not an exaggeration. At this moment, he had already seen the other party's movements of taking something from his utility belt through thermal imaging.

"Today is your doomsday! Bruce!" Joey shouted and threw a batarang.

"Heh…" The_Bruce sneered and responded with a batarang as well. Although his attack was a beat slower than the other party's, his batarang arrived first, successfully deflecting Joey's and continuing to attack forward.

Helpless, Joey could only roll sideways to the wall to avoid it. As the batarang passed by his side, he also shouted, "Your armor can't protect you forever!"

"But it's working pretty well right now, isn't it?" The_Bruce replied nonchalantly. "Hmph… Collins, use all your skills. I've been waiting for an opponent like you." His eyes were filled with excited light. "Come on! Kill me, and you'll be the new god!"

"Don't think I'm like you…" Joey stepped forward quickly and launched a flying kick. "I don't want to be a god. I want to be—Batman!"

Crack—

Joey's flying kick hit The_Bruce's jaw directly. This area was not protected by armor, and the strong impact caused a slight concussion, causing Bruce to stagger backward involuntarily.

"This is impossible…" The_Bruce was shocked after taking the blow. "How could his power be so strong? This is definitely not something an ordinary human can do."

"You must be very confused, right? Bruce…" Feng Bujue's mocking face spoke again through the big screen. "You must be thinking, how could you, with your modified body and super strong combat armor, lose to an ordinary person wearing an ordinary bat suit and relying on his own fists and feet to fight." He paused for two seconds, as if he was about to reveal the answer, but…

"Hahaha… I won't tell you why!" Jue-ge laughed, opened his arms, and turned around in front of the camera. "You can slowly figure it out yourself! Hahaha…" Then, he cut off the video signal.

…………

At the same time, in the Batcave.

"Have you had enough fun?" Ruoyu said to Jue-ge, who hadn't finished laughing.

"Eh? Why aren't you calling me Pudding anymore?" Feng Bujue smiled.

"I'm starting to seriously doubt…" Ruoyu continued, "…whether it was necessary to call you that a few times earlier…"

"Of course it was necessary. I said… it was to maintain the character, right?" Feng Bujue said. "It's definitely not because I personally wanted to take advantage of you or anything."

Ruoyu glared at Jue-ge with an icy expression and replied, "Feng Bujue, you should be glad you're Feng Bujue."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Jue-ge asked in confusion.

"Team Leader, you're too slow," Xiao Ling interjected from the side. "Can't you understand that?"

"Jue-ge has always been quite that way about these things…" Xiao Tan, who was helping Dr. Kleeber move heavy objects, also chimed in. "But Sister Yu's words seem a bit that way too…"

"Oh!" Feng Bujue suddenly revealed a look of realization. "I understand!" He turned to Ruoyu and said, "You mean, you wouldn't be so polite to someone else, right? Hehe…"

Ruoyu sighed softly. "Ah… I think I'll report you for sexual harassment sometime. It sounds like it would be quite interesting."

"I say… you guys." At this time, Kleeber suddenly spoke. He didn't show much surprise at the content of the conversation between these "aliens," but said calmly, "I have to remind you that even if Joey injects diluted 'Bane's Blood,' his chances of defeating The_Bruce are still slim." He took a puff of his cigarette. "Fuu—don't forget… the combat armor I made has a fundamentally different design philosophy than Bruce Wayne's work. I make killing weapons."

"Don't worry, Doctor, I won't let Joey die," Feng Bujue replied with a profound expression. "But… the test for him has only just begun."