.

"What do you want to do?"

Wang Dali, who cooperated with these gang members, tried his best to perform, but he was not a professional after all, so his expression and tone were a bit strange, and he almost laughed out loud.

However, it was precisely his strange state that made everyone around him feel that he was so scared.

"Do you want to go out?"

The smile on the Slav man's face, coupled with his hideous scar from the corner of his left eyebrow to the right face, looked extremely ferocious. It was no joke to scare the child to cry with this expression.

He pointed to the locked door of the restaurant. Although he didn't know what he wanted to do, he guessed that it was not a good thing that everyone around him happily gave up a way out.

"I……"

Bang!

Wang Dali just opened his mouth and was about to say something. With a loud bang, the locked restaurant door was directly knocked open by someone in a car. The resulting dust was densely covered in this small restaurant, choking into the trachea as he breathed, causing many unexpected people to cough.

Among them, the one who is most angry about this is undoubtedly the restaurant owner.

"Ahem, hell! Cough, who dares to break through my door! I must kill—"

While coughing, the restaurant owner groped and picked up his double-barrel rifle. When the dust gradually landed, a black bat chariot that the people of Gotham City would never ignore or could not ignore appeared in front of everyone.

"Batman!!!!!!"

The restaurant owner and other gang members who saw the car screamed, and they couldn't even hold the gun in their hands. But at this moment, a tall black figure quietly walked out from behind him.

My brother Wei in society is ruthless and doesn't talk much. Batman stared at a pair of dark eyes and slapped the restaurant owner on the back of the head. He rolled his eyes and fainted immediately.

But in Gotham City, not only Batman is cruel, but these gang members are not far from each other. They don’t care about the life or death of the restaurant owners who are intermediaries of the two sides. They all took out pistols from various parts of their bodies and continuously shot at the direction where Batman was.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The fierce gunshots came from the broken door of the restaurant, and it was estimated that they would attract the attention of the Gotham City Police Department soon. In a city like Gotham, four or five night patrol cars every night are certain.

So, in order not to be disturbed by the police, Batman accelerated his work efficiency.

Rotating his bulletproof cloak and blocking all the bullets shot at him and the poor boss underground, Batman flashed to the Slavic man who was just smiling.

At this time, his face was completely gone without the joke he had just faced with Wang Dali, and was replaced by extreme tension and fear.

After discovering Batman approaching him, his eyes were even as helpless as a child.

At this time, the younger brothers who usually followed him had no effect at all, and some even retreated because of fear. In a brief despair, he welcomed Batman's fist with black gloves.

Dong!

Oh ovo, that must be painful!

Realizing that the pistol was not very useful, the thin young men from the Mexican Gang all looked hateful. They took out a shiny dog-legged knife from behind their waists and approached Batman, preparing to fight him in close combat; instead, the big Slavic men who looked tall and powerful were hiding behind, dodging their eyes, as if they were taking this opportunity to escape.

But unfortunately, their retreating actions made them the first target for Batman to clean up.

Batman is like carrying a small arsenal with him, and you will never guess what he will take out from his seemingly empty cloak next.

For example, this time, he took out a powerful flash bullet and threw it hard and threw it behind Wang Dali, where the group of Slavic men were.

Then Batman lifted his cloak and temporarily blocked his sight.

As a strong light flashed, the wailing sounds and screams in the restaurant came one after another.

"ah!!"

"My eyes!"

"Help!! I will never dare again next time!"

The Slavic man who was hit was not only with a highly nervous expression, but also stared at Batman's every move. Although they were focused, they suffered the most damage, which directly led to them being able to lie on the ground and roll around, with severe pain in front of them accompanied by pitch black.

There were also several Mexican young men who subconsciously turned around.

In Batman's dictionary, there are no words like fair battles. Master Wayne has always believed that if you can't hit you with a fist, you will use money to kill you. If you can't hit you with a fist, you will use money to deal with you with a fist.

Taking advantage of the blind debuff of the opponent's body, Batman rushed into the crowd and made the Mexican young men scream and fell one after another.

After knocking everyone standing out, Batman carefully finished the attack on every guy who fell to the ground but still had the strength to wail. With one punch, it was so fast and accurate, and you won't need a second shot to faint.

When only he and Wang Dali were standing in the restaurant, Batman shook his back with a broken cloak, and he had no intention of talking to Wang Dali. He raised his foot and stepped over the unconscious criminals and walked straight towards his Batmobile.

"Hey Bruce, you see it's so late, can you take me for a ride?"

Facing Wang Dali's shout, Batman had no intention of stopping. Although he was shocked, he returned with the sound of his instruments changing.

At the same time, Bruce Wayne decided to investigate Wang Dali, a foreigner, after returning, to see if the other party happened to call out his name or really knew something.

"Don't leave in such a hurry, Bruce."

Beside Batman, Wang Dali gently patted his shoulder, causing the other party to subconsciously sway his fist behind him.

Wang Dali slightly turned his head, avoiding his punch, and the subsequent elbow and knee hits.

"Who are you?"

At this time, Batman no longer thinks that Wang Dali is just an irrelevant crowd affected by this group of gang exchanges. He will be frightened by ordinary criminals and stare at Wang Dali with cold eyes.

However, Wang Dali was completely unmoved. It seemed that he was not staring at by Batman, but the gang members in this place who had already fainted.

"Since you are going out to fight crime with you, you must give yourself a loud name. Since you are called Batman, then..."

Faced with the "death stare" from Batman, Wang Dali was even in the mood to think of a nickname for himself.

"I'm called the Dark Knight, what do you think?"
Chapter completed!