Batman, who had just put on his uniform, walked over to the keyboard, and Zhang San twisted the small knob on the teleporter to change the standard one person to two.

Brush.

Batman, who teleports to another place in an instant, meets Speedmaster who is listening to his assistant's report, and the other party's fierce appearance does not look like a normal parallel world 'Superman'.

"He's Batman. Batman, this is the Speedmaster. ”

"I used to have a teammate like you, and his name was Night Stalker."

Flying from the ground, Speedmaster crossed his hands and looked at the black-black Batman, and the two looked at each other for a moment and Batman said, "I guess your teammate is dead." ”

The moment he came to this place, he noticed the yellow bracelet on the other party's wrist.

This thing has not only been seen on the occasional Deathshot, but even on the wrists of the members of the recent Nova Superhero team, the Ace Clan.

Batman speculates that the bracelet has some kind of precaution in addition to the communication function, which can make these outer universe gods and Speedmaster and others obedient.

"My team doesn't need waste, someone who can play a little clever deserves it."

The useless thing of feelings has long been abandoned by Supermaster, and teammates are just a means for this man, a tool to help him do other things.

"Put away your stinky temper, this Batman is our guest."

Zhang San opened his mouth to stop Supermaster's impolite behavior, although it seemed to Batman that the keyboard was a bit deliberate.

It could have told the other party its identity when it was introduced earlier, but it didn't say it until now.

After a few minutes, several gods of the outer universe gathered in the palace.

Leaving Batman to talk to them about things, Zhang San went to visit his alien entertainment industry.

"Do you filthy, stinking demons need the help of adults like children to do a job?!"

didn't even need Zhang San to enter the arena, just walking outside, I heard Morris's scolding, he was really a very hard-working demon captain.

If you can see the hatred value of each demon, then there is no doubt that the hatred value of the demon captain is absolutely explosive!

Syllable!

The whip in Maurice's hand struck the demon on the back of the slowly devouring work, and he kept scolding the lazy guy in the pain of the other party.

Suddenly, the demon, who was being tortured both physically and mentally, found that the screaming and scolding behind him disappeared, and there was a rare peace.

Turning his head slowly, he saw that Morris, who was terrible to the demons, was acting very lowly to a strange keyboard.

I almost didn't lie on the ground and lick the black stick feet of the keyboard!

"My master, to this day those demons are obedient, and none of them dare to do anything to disobey orders."

"Very well, I knew I didn't mistake you in the first place."

Devils who speak well are given preferential treatment wherever they go, and Zhang San took out an armband with gold letters on a red background from his personal space, which said Excellent Captain.

The rewards don't need to be huge, just make the other person feel cared for.

"Thank you and praise you, my master." Morris excitedly stretched out his hands to take the armband and pinned it to the short sleeve.

Demons generally don't wear clothes, and he wears short sleeves and quarterpants because he wants to look more special.

The interstellar entertainment complex under construction is estimated to be some time away from its completion date, as unskilled demons often get their jobs wrong.

Maybe we have to give them a class?

Or let the skilled demons lead the unskilled demons, and the old ones bring the new ones to prevent the building materials from being wasted.

"But Maurice, there's a part of the recent consumption of materials that shouldn't be there, you know?"

The demon who was excited in his heart was suddenly startled, and knelt on the ground in fear and appealed, saying that the intelligence of those fools needed a little time to adapt to the new environment.

Zhang San didn't reprimand him, just asked Morris to strengthen his management and then left.

He had no idea what kind of terrifying monsters those demons would face after this incident, the nightmare that would appear in the demons' dreams when they went back to sleep from work!

In the palace next to the gladiatorial arena, Batman's various problems caused those gods of the outer universe to have a little headache.

What is their universe like, how has their family lasted for so many years, and why each family member has a different appearance.

If it weren't for the constant staring of Supermaster, the lust of the heart would definitely make this person lose face in front of them.

It wasn't until they saw the keyboard come back from outside that they breathed a sigh of relief.

A few hours later, the two teleported back to Wayne Manor from the world of war.

Batman, who is a tourist, backs up the information he gets to his computer and adds a sum of money to his keyboard's bank account.

Ten million can only ask questions to the gods of the outer universe, and if you want to go out of the palace and see the outside, you have to add money.

A phrase from the keyboard caused Bruce to spend a lot of money again, just to visit the planet called World at War.

Alien cities, former gladiatorial arenas, now prisons, luxurious entertainment venues in the universe built by demons...

The money was not spent, at least Bruce saw the demon builders who were used as slaves.

"It's almost noon, do you have anything to eat here?"

Zhang San was not in a hurry to leave, he was quite thick-skinned and prepared to rub the lunch of a large family.

Alfred, the butler, had no objection to having an extra keyboard on the table today, but Mr. Wilson, who was helping in the kitchen, was a little unhappy.

The fucking keyboard actually likes to eat fried shrimp tails, and it has to be fried shrimp tails without shrimp lines!

He's fine with Deathstroke going to assassinate a man who is protected by dozens of bodyguards, but to talk about the job of going to the shrimp line...

fk！

When the dish was served, Deathstroke deliberately placed the plate of fried shrimp tails furthest from the keyboard.

"Hey! Can you be professional, how can you put the things that guests like to eat so far away, you are really unqualified as a housekeeper. ”

"I'm a gardener."

With that, Deathbell returned to the kitchen to bring up the freshly prepared food, which was still far from the keyboard.

When the butler Ah Fu brought the last plate of things to the table, he saw the placement of the dishes on the table and couldn't help but change their positions.

The plate of fried shrimp tails came smoothly in front of Zhang San, and the old housekeeper is more capable of handling things than the new housekeeper.

Belch...!

The well-fed keyboard burped in front of the others, and Deathstroke stared at the guy wondering if it was a mechanical or living entrail in its body.

How else would the keyboard burp?

Bruce didn't have as many questions as he had, after all, it was very strange for a keyboard to have no bones in its hands and feet to support it to stand and attack.

(End of chapter)

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