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After He Shenyan ate the sandwich that Alfred prepared for Batman, Batman finally came back. He was wearing a special huge mecha, blue light emanated from the bat-like pattern on his chest, smashed through the wall and came to him, threw a punch, trying to knock him out with a surprise attack.

He Shenyan didn't even bother to do it, he just said lightly, "Stop."

So Batman's mech really stopped by itself, and it was useless no matter how he pushed the joystick in the cab.

The mage stood up from the chair, pointed to Alfred, who was sleeping on the other armchair, and said, "Don't be so angry, I didn't do anything to your butler."

"...you killed someone."

"Yes, and killed a lot. At least I killed most of the people in your little amusement park for you, no thanks."

"They will be tried by the law..."

The mage interrupted him: "Don't kid yourself, Bruce. How long have you been playing this game in Gotham? Ten years? Fifteen years? How many times have they been beaten by you and imprisoned and then run away? The law? The law is nothing in Gotham, you know that better than I do."

Batman was silent, the hatch of the mech opened, but not at his will. The mage rose in the air, floated to him, and looked at him: "Yes, I know your identity very well. I also know very well what you have done all these years. I even know that you are still broken. with two ribs."

"What a willpower. Was it the way you dragged such a scarred body to fight crime in the dark in those days? You are simply too great, Bruce Wayne. But alas, you can only Impress yourself."

In just a few words, he devalued Batman's years of career, but the latter was not angry, not even emotional. He remained silent, analyzing the man's identity through the eyepiece, trying to find a way to subdue him.

"I'll just say it straight, you've been in Gotham for so many years and you've done nothing. You didn't make the city better, you just indulged in your own play and even killed a lot of people for it. People...a lot of people." He pointed to the glass cover covered by a gray cloth. He floated over and lifted the gray cloth.

Inside is a suit, red, yellow and green, with a cape. It was full of blood.

Batman's expression finally changed.

The mage leaned against the glass cover and said to him: "The murderer of the man who regarded you as his son is alive and well in your amusement park... He laughs at you all the time, and he doesn't even Something else needs to be done to get this done. Because he's living a mockery of you, Batman. How did you endure this?"

"You do not understand..."

"Yes, but maybe Jason understands."

"Don't mention his name!" Batman growled suddenly, sounding like a wounded beast.

This made the mage laugh even happier: "No, I'll mention it. What else can you do but stand there sulking?"

"Actually... Not only do I have to mention it, I have to let him speak for himself whether he understands or not."

Before Batman could understand what he meant by these words, pure white light erupted in the cave. An illusory spirit stood there, and Batman lost his cool at the first sight of him. That soul had a face he was too familiar with.

"How dare you!" He even briefly broke free from the shackles of the mage's spiritual tentacles under the violent anger, which made him nodded secretly. Although it is only the lowest level of restraint, it is commendable that a mortal can do this. Sejani's description of him is correct, he is indeed the strongest of mortal willpower... but unfortunately, a fool.

The mage waved his hand and sent the soul that had just appeared back to where he should have been. He said lightly: "I just dare, and you can't do anything about it."

"Let's talk about you, Batman. Let's talk about you as Bruce Wayne."

"Look, you own half of Gotham's wealth. It's no exaggeration to say you're at the top of the city, but you've only used your wealth to add to your secret identity all these years. That money makes suits, weapons, cutting-edge technology and your surveillance cameras and secret rooms all over Gotham."

"But how many orphanages did you build? Did your Wayne Enterprises provide jobs and unemployment benefits for those homeless people every year? You feel like you're saving Gotham... No, you're just playing a game. In In your heart, you will always be the little boy who watched his parents die in front of his eyes. Maybe you will grow older, but you will always be the childish, powerless boy."

"Because it's only children who turn a blind eye to the problem at hand. Go out every night dressed like a mental patient and beat up criminals - sorry, you may really be a mental patient. But what's the use of you beating them? You can't let the law come to justice. They can't let them go to jail. Except for those unfortunate people who were paralyzed by you and raised with money, how many people have you tried through formal channels over the years?"

"Don't tell me Gotham's laws can't do that right now, Bruce Wayne. You've got money, you're the richest gang in the whole of America, and you can use your influence to send them to Go to jail. Sure, you might think it's unjust, but what's your justice?"

"Your justice is watching people scream and suffer in this fire pit, and you say you're going to give them a hand. But you just don't reach out, UU reading www.uukanshu.com instead makes some people sink deeper and deeper into the fire pit ."

"Let me tell you how to save Gotham - don't be too busy thanking me, I wouldn't even come here to see you if it wasn't for someone else's request."

"You took off your clothes and went out to hold a press conference. Said you were going to build 100 orphanages and welfare facilities all over Gotham, so that the children could go to school and not let them live on the streets and become gangs. The reservists. Then let the poor people who became homeless because of a robbery and bankruptcy have a job, even if it is street sweeping. Your money is about the same as Donald Duck's uncle, I believe you are not bad. money."

"And then, you have to use legal means to prohibit the trade and circulation of dud products. Anyone who dares to touch this must be sentenced to death, and there is no negotiation. Sentencing for other types of crimes - these are things to come later, the most urgent thing is, you Take off your clothes now!"

Batman, who was scolded by the mage for three minutes, took off his mask and walked upstairs in a trance.

He Shenyan sighed, he was really tired of this idiot. He said that he wanted to save Gotham, but the way was absolutely wrong, and it would take a long time to convince him to use ordinary methods. Fortunately, he is a mage - who can't mind control?