"Sir, this is today's newspaper."

"Thank you."

Taking the milk, bread, and bacon from the butler Alfred, Bruce Wayne squatted in the bat cave and continued his work.

While several of Gotham City's most famous criminals are on the move, our Batman isn't idle. He didn't sleep all night last night, and he was analyzing Wang Dali's information through the various traces of battle left at the restaurant scene that he photographed.

"The other person is obviously Asian, with flat facial features, yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair. Judging by his familiarity with his surroundings and his New York accent, he should be an American rather than an expatriate. ”

Since he is an American, Bruce skillfully uses his computer to hack into the government's database. He compared Wang Dali's portrait in it, and there was no harvest from what he half-expected.

"To be able to smash my Batmobile through with one punch, according to the contact between his fist and the front of the bike, he can exert at least five tons of strength in an instant, and the agility and speed are initially estimated to be two to three times that of me who has obtained the increase in the Batsuit."

Groaning as he entered the information into the computer, he looked at the front page of the newspaper again, and sighed softly on the Batmobile, which he could not take away because he had been damaged by Wang Dali last night.

"In the next period of time, Gotham City may not be peaceful."

Not long after, just as Bruce walked out of the bat cave, massaging his head, which was a little uncomfortable from staying up late, and was about to go to Wayne's company to make an appearance, a phone rang.

Jingle Ling Ling, Jing Ling Ling Ling -

"Hello, this is Bruce Wayne."

"Bruce, I'm Gordon. I'm here to tell you bad news. ”

James Gordon, Gotham City's police chief, and a supporter of Batman, told Bruce a message in a solemn tone.

"This morning, the Joker disappeared from Arkham Asylum."

Bruce's heart sank. The hunch came true, the prefrontal lobotomy did not work for the Joker, and he chose such a time period that made him feel tricky.

"I see."

No matter how anxious Batman is, Bruce Wayne always seems to be at ease. Hanging up the phone, he patted his face, transformed his cold expression into a smile like a spring breeze, as if he had picked up money, and drove to Wayne's company by the driver.

On the other side, Wang Dali did not wake up from his sleep until this time.

He glanced at the suitcases in his room, which had been filled with dollars in the hands of the Slavic men last night, washed up and left the room.

Leaving the hotel, he strolls down the streets of Gotham City, looking for a place to have breakfast.

Regardless of Gotham City's crime rate and slums, it's still a relatively prosperous city. During the day, there are many pedestrians on the road, and the shops on the street are doing good business, and you can often see smiles on the faces of people passing by.

Gotham City, where black organizations are rampant, crimes can be seen everywhere, and ordinary people live in fear every day has become what it is today, and Batman's credit will account for at least seventy percent.

With a box of money that needs to be spent in a few days, Wang Dali decided to start extravagant from today, come clean in this world, and go clean.

It's not that Wang Dali is stingy with not buying things for Catherine, Mindy and Little Naughty, but after crossing two worlds, no one knows what the souvenirs he bought back will become in the Marvel world.

After asking passers-by, Wang Dali stepped into a large, luxuriously decorated restaurant in a classical European style, decorated with carvings and large lamps.

After seeing Wang Dali, the waiter guarding the door greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Hello sir, how many may I ask?"

"One."

"One is it? Hello, please come with me. ”

Yin Wang Dali sat down in a double seat, and the waiter handed him the menu in his hand and introduced him.

"Our breakfast recommendation for today is fried cod fillet, bacon and croissants with caramel coffee, or you can follow the menu."

"Then serve your recommended breakfast and have the original pasta with beef sauce."

"Okay, please wait."

Leaving the menu to Wang Dali, the waiter wrote down his table number and turned to the lobby to the side to order, and then brought him a small vegetable salad to cushion his stomach and add appetizers.

After more than ten minutes, two golden palm-sized cod fillets, two pieces of greasy-scented bacon, two fragrant toasted honey croissants, a plate of pasta with beef sauce, and finally a cup of piping hot caramel coffee appeared in front of Wang Dali.

"Looks pretty good."

This colorful and fragrant breakfast aroused Wang Dali's appetite, so he picked up the knife and fork on the side, and first cut the cod fillet recommended by the waiter.

The thin layer of flour is fried and crispy, with a pleasant golden yellow. After chopping this coat, the rich cod aroma was exposed, and with the special sauce on the side, Wang Dali's eyes lit up in an instant.

Two thin slices of bacon are baked just right, and it may be a little salty if you eat it alone, but with the croissants, the fresh whole wheat flavor is just right in the middle.

Only the last pasta, the original flavor is really original, nothing special, and it is a little average compared to the previous foods.

After taking the last sip of caramel coffee, Wang Dali picked up a napkin on the side and wiped his mouth. At this time, the young man in a black suit who had been waiting for him from the time he was halfway through his meal finally stepped forward and bowed his head politely.

"Hello sir, our boss wants to see you."

"Your boss? Who? ”

Wang Dali has been in this world for less than 24 hours, and he only knows one Bruce boss.

"Our boss is Mr. Copote."

"Copote?"

After many years, Wang Dali really didn't remember who it was for a while, but he knew it after a trip.

He pretended to nod abruptly, picked up the silver safe beside him, and said to the black suit.

"Lead the way."

"Please follow me."

Accompanied by two black suits, Wang Dali got into a black business car parked at the door of the hotel and arrived at his destination in just over ten minutes.

As soon as he met the other party waiting in the living room, Wang Dali immediately knew who Colbert was.

"Welcome, friend."

Copote, who was sitting on the couch teasing his parrot, did not bring his trademark black bowler hat or the multi-functional umbrella in his hand. But his unique body type, which is very similar to that of an emperor penguin, still made Wang Dali recognize it at a glance.