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Chapter 223, Section 120: I will haunt you for the rest of your life like a ghost.

Chapter 223, Section 120: I will haunt you for the rest of your life like a ghost.

After Superman left, someone else entered the interrogation room.

It wasn't a police officer, but Dr. Reed, whose face was covered in bruises.

He had come to say goodbye, but having learned from his previous experience, he wisely stood in a corner, keeping a certain distance from Wei.

"They've been acquitted?" Qin Wei asked first.

"I've been granted bail, but if there is any evidence later proving that I participated in criminal activities, I will still be summoned for investigation."

"But does that thing really exist?"

"That doesn't exist, so I'm most likely free." Dr. Reed touched his shirt cuff and turned his gaze to Will's face. "Don't look at me like you want to eat me alive. There's no longer any direct conflict between us."

"What I said to you before was just to show off. After all, I never beat you when we were kids."

"What do you mean by that? Are you bowing down to me?" Qin Wei smirked, looking Reed up and down with interest.

"Do I need to bow down to a guy who's about to be sentenced to life imprisonment? Although I think prison is unlikely to hold you." Seeing that Wei had calmed down, Reed stepped out of the corner, dragged over an iron chair with a creak, and sat down opposite him.

"I just want to remind you that you will never be my target again. If you are lucky enough to return to Gotham, let's get along well."

"Oh? Tell me how you plan to get along well?"

Qin Wei stretched out his shackled hands and placed them on the table.

"It's very simple. Once the aftermath of the riots subsides, I will reconvene the court's investors in a new capacity and acquire all the businesses that went bankrupt during this period. Of course, the lion's share will naturally go to Wayne Enterprises."

"I believe that after this incident, Wayne Enterprises' image in the eyes of the public has plummeted. Those shareholders who hold large amounts of shares will definitely choose to sell, and I can take the opportunity to acquire them at a low price."

"With a new title, Wayne Enterprises will make a comeback."

"How do you plan to resolve the issue of God?" Qin Wei cut to the chase. After all, many of the investors in the court were drawn by the enormous temptation of immortality. They were scattered throughout the United States, some of whom were at the top of the Forbes rich list, and some even had close ties with the four major Jewish financial groups.

In the eyes of these people, money is nothing but numbers; what they really care about is how to better control the world.

"It's simple, just stall them. We've been stalling for centuries anyway. You've also had amber implanted, so you should know that thing is an untouchable taboo. They call it a deity, but I think it's more like an evil god."

"Human life is fragile and short, and what I want is different from what those important people want."

Of course, these were things Daniel Reed wanted Will to know, since he had already experienced firsthand the methods of Batman's revenge. Although he said "there's no need to back down," Dr. Reed still wanted to try his best to persuade the other party to stop causing trouble.

Whether he truly thought that way, who knows?

"It's getting late, and there are still some remnants of the old court waiting for me to take them in."

Reed glanced at the shattered watch face, straightened his shirt, and stood up.

He ended the conversation at the right time because he had noticed that Wei's expression was gradually softening.

Bruce Wayne has always been a smart kid, and now that his revenge has been taken, Reed believes there's no need for him to make things difficult for him anymore.

But he misjudged one thing: Will was not the same as Bruce; he was a vengeful person who held grudges to the core.

Just as Reed turned to leave, Will, who had been extremely restrained, suddenly exploded, overturning the table and lunging at Reed.

The other party never expected to encounter this situation and was handcuffed to the throat before they could resist.

Wei pinned him against the wall.

Hidden in the shadows of his brows and arms were bloodshot eyes.

"Who do you think you are? You started a war and then come back to shake hands and make peace. What do you take me for, a puppet to be manipulated?"

The loud noise attracted the police outside the interrogation room. Four or five tall white men kicked the door open and started hitting Wei with batons.

But such blows were like a tickle to the battle-hardened bat. Even when he was bleeding from his head, he still did not let go of Dr. Reed.

Daniel Reed was strangled until his face was flushed and his feet were dangling in the air, his bare fingers gripping the handcuff ropes tightly.

Crack!

The stun gun was thrust into his waist, finally causing the enraged bat to release its grip.

"Thomas Elliott!"

As the white police officer pinned him down, Will's angry face was reflected in Reed's dilated pupils.

"When I leave this prison, you will be terrified of every dark corner, every shadowy ceiling, and I may be floating above your head every time you close your eyes!"

"I will haunt you for the rest of your life like a ghost!"

Dr. Reed coughed violently, clutching his throat, and looked at his childhood friend, who had tried to kill him, with a complex expression.

He then left the police station under the escort of guards.

Dr. Reed remained calm while signing the final documents, but as he walked out of the state police station, he suddenly plopped down on the long steps, clutching his chest and panting heavily.

He stared at his violently trembling hands, the memory of what had just happened still filling him with terror.

It wasn't just because of the low growl that Vena was suppressing deep in his throat like a predator, but also because of that name.

Thomas Elliott—this is a past that Reed is unwilling to confront. His short name not only conceals his youthful inferiority and embarrassment, but also buries countless sins.

As it turns out, none of Gotham's villains could look directly at the aura of "Call of the True Name".

Was Qin Wei's action solely out of anger?

Of course, it's not that simple.

He wanted to draw all the hatred onto himself, thus reducing the chances of the Bat-Family in Gotham being purged. Besides, a Stand Bat would soon be making his grand entrance.

That person might not be as vividly portrayed as Huochai Malong, but his fighting prowess was undeniable.

Imagine Reed returning to Gotham in fear, only to discover bat-like creatures lurking in the shadows before he's even settled in. Recalling Will's words, what extreme actions might he take?

Meanwhile, Clark, completely unaware of the sinister Batman's true intentions, arrived at the Senate at the address given to him and retrieved the crumpled original Batman suit from the wardrobe.

"Is that the young man wearing that kind of equipment to fight criminals?"

Clark unfolded the bat suit, stroked the tattered cloak riddled with bullet holes, and his opinion of V-Bat changed considerably.

He had previously used his X-ray vision to scan Wei's body and found that, apart from the high density of bones and muscles, the bat's physical qualities were basically at the peak of human capabilities, barely reaching the level of a basic enhanced human.

But this is not a high praise. In other words, Gotham's Knights of Judgment have always been fighting against evil with their mortal bodies.

This explains the various injuries on the bat's body.

"Gotham City has never lacked lunatics."

Clark shook his head and took off his cloak. Realizing this, he began to admire what Will had done.

Admirable does not equate to approval. The other party's actions reminded Clark of another mortal fighting against evil—the Singaporean superhero "Ghost Maker".

Despite being hunted and wanted by multiple gangs, the Ghost Maker remained true to his original intentions. However, he only disappeared from public view briefly after the Singapore government listed him as a high-risk criminal and the public held protests demanding that he leave the country.

The resurrected ghost became a ruthless killer, ultimately falling victim to a massive police manhunt.

Perhaps the greatest pain for the ghost is being misunderstood by the country and people he protects. This pain twists him, ultimately causing him to lose his original intentions and fall into complete depravity.

"Judgment Knight, what is your pain? If one day everyone turns their backs on you, will you still persist on this path?" Clark, who knew the path of superheroes was difficult, posed this soul-searching question to the Batsuit.

At 4:50 a.m., Superman, dressed in his Batsuit, had just stepped out of the Senate when he heard arguing coming from several blocks away.

"We stole these things!"

"Shut up! On Red Hood territory, everything belongs to the great Red Hood leader, Jason! This is your last warning: either drop what you have and get out of here, or I'll cut open your stomach, take out your intestines, and tie them in a knot!"

In a secluded alley in the Lower East Side, a teenager returning from a robbery during the riots encountered a patrolling Red Hood gang.

Since Jason Todd has been too busy with other matters to manage the gang, most of the Red Hood gang members have returned to their old lifestyles. They were originally a motley crew, and Jason has helped clear most of the obstacles in the East District. The Red Hood gang, which has become the dominant force, has become increasingly unscrupulous.

However, they dared not overstep their bounds and, to this day, continue to use Jason's name, but have not dared to touch drugs again.

The thin boy, clutching the stolen Xbox console, was cornered by the Red Hooded men wielding daggers.

Just then, a powerful shout rang out from the alley entrance.

"Let go of that child!"

Several men in red hoods turned around and saw a tall figure standing at the alley entrance with his arms crossed.

The newcomer was none other than "Hope Knight" Clark Kent!

However, Clark didn't seem to get used to his new identity right away. After all, Bat rarely posed except when he was standing on the top of a building amidst lightning and thunder, and he would never say a word to criminals.

However, this is not too bad, since most criminals do not have the opportunity to come into contact with bats a second time, and the possibility of his identity being exposed is not high.

The truly bad thing is that, besides his new identity, Clark also couldn't get used to walking on foot in this suit.

Although both Batman and Superman's suits have capes, Batman's cape is much longer than Superman's because he needs it to glide.

So it's understandable that Clarke always steps on his cape when he walks.

Now, at this critical juncture of the standoff, he has made another mistake.

The intention was to intimidate the criminals, but the first step was to step on the cape.

With a sharp "rip," the entire bat-like cape, including half of the mask at the back of the head, was torn off. The night wind swept into the alley, brushing against Superman's body, and surprisingly, this Kryptonian, who was impervious to water and fire, felt a chill on the back of his head.

Even when Clark first donned the red and blue uniform more than thirty years ago, he had never encountered such an embarrassing situation.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Anyway, it's the Judgement Knight who's lost face, what does it have to do with Superman?

Clark bent down and silently picked up the cloak from the ground and rolled it up in front of the prisoner.

He wanted to just stuff it anywhere, but after searching his entire body, he couldn't find any pockets. So Superman had no choice but to toss the ripped bat cape aside.

Several Red Hood gang members witnessed the whole thing. They wanted to laugh, but reason told them that it wasn't a wise choice.

Mocking the Knight of Judgment? Are you trying to kill yourself by provoking a madman?

So the group tacitly pretended not to have seen it and quickly moved on from the matter.

"The Judge?! What are you doing here! By all accounts, you shouldn't be interfering in the affairs of the Eastern District. You once made a pact with our great leader!"

"Indeed, but I cannot ignore the evil happening before my eyes—oh my god! Did I say that when I was young? That's such an embarrassing line."

Clark turned his head to a different angle and muttered to himself.

He was over fifty years old, long past the age of youthful passion. Besides, once he made a name for himself, just the sight of him floating in the sky was enough to strike fear into the hearts of villains and criminals. He no longer had the opportunity to say such things.

Fortunately, the judges had a reputation, and these guys didn't want to get entangled with a madman.

"Okay, okay, let's go now!"

The leader, holding a dagger high, slowly retreated, leading his accomplices out of the alley little by little, leaving only the boy who had bought the item for free hiding in the corner between the wall and the trash can.

Judges usually don't target minors, and the boy knew this very well, but he also knew that the game console in his arms was of dubious origin.

Well, it's not just that simple. In order to get it, he took advantage of the chaos and smashed the mall's security guard to death with a hammer.

The boy could not confirm whether the judge knew about this.

The Judgment Knight has always been an urban legend in Gotham. Some say he has the superpower of teleportation, some say he can possess human shadows and travel back and forth, some say he can fly, and some believe he can read minds.

Clearly, this monster, fabricated from rumors, terrified the boy more than the few red-hooded figures.

"Don't be afraid, it's all over."

Clark saw the fear in the boy's eyes. He cleared his throat and tried to soothe him in as gentle a tone as possible.

But these words took on a different meaning when they reached the ears of the guilty-looking boy.

"Stop struggling, your life is over!"

Overwhelmed by his vivid imagination, the boy completely broke down, threw down the game box in his hand, and ran frantically out of the alley.

"Don't kill me—please don't kill me!!!"

The screams gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing into the shadows of dawn.

"Am I that scary, or are the Judgment Knights just the embodiment of fear and violence in the eyes of ordinary people?" Clark, unaware of the truth, drew a wrong conclusion.

But just then, his super hearing suddenly kicked in, and Superman's attention instantly focused, filtering out the noise in a flash and finally pinpointing the gunshots coming from the municipal district, three cities away.

Along with the intense gunfire, there were also cries of agony from the military search and rescue team.

"Third squad requests backup—ah!"

"A monster! A monster!!!"

"Fire! Cover the civilians' evacuation!"