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Facing the endless chattering Wang Dali, Batman could turn a deaf ear to him. However, every time he was about to bypass Wang Dali, as long as he changed the opposite direction, Wang Dali would block his way before he took a step.

"Hey Bruce, do you think what I said is right and I think it's the same. You know, I..."

Looking at Wang Dali, who could talk none of the same thing for the last hour, Batman pulled the corner of his eyes: Should I give him a punch? It seems that I should give him a punch or a punch!

Wang Dali's next sentence "Gotham City Famous Quotation" became the last straw that aroused his anger.

"Bruce, why so  serious"

call!

The black leather gloves and the strong gray arms followed by the stroke across Wang Dali's right face. The fist wind blew his short hair. What could not be blown was Batman's still cold and cold eyes.

With his left foot a little step forward, the master took advantage of the situation and made a quick and ruthless uppercut on his left hand. If it were an ordinary criminal, he would at least have half of his mouth been knocked out by Batman.

But when he arrived at Wang Dali, his legs did not move, his waist suddenly bent down, and he dodged another attack with a very standard 90-degree iron plate bridge.

"What is your relationship with the clown?"

From Wang Dali's previous actions, Batman judged that the other party had not received systematic and rigorous training like him, and what he relied on was far beyond ordinary people, and even more than his own reaction ability and physical ability.

For enemies like this, Batman will usually understand the other party's combat habits, set up traps, and guide the other party to step in, and use his IQ to defeat him.

It’s a pity that this time he met Wang Dali, an opponent who is used to talking with his fists and has a very big fists.

"You ask me what my relationship is with the clown"

While speaking, the smile on Wang Dali's face remained unchanged, not at all like he had been attacked by Batman just now.

"If you insist on saying it, maybe I know him, but he doesn't know me."

After hearing Wang Dali say that, Batman frowned.

Could it be that this is like the clown girl Harley, the extreme admirer of the clown

That's not good.

Looking coldly at Wang Dali's black eyes, which were smiling but not fluctuating inside, Batman made a decision in his heart and quietly pressed a button on his belt.

We must deal with the other party today. If we let such a guy with far superior strength and the clown gather together, the destructive power is not as simple as OnePlus and OnePlus.

Who knows what kind of "big scene" will the clown who has no lower limit come into play after getting the help of this guy in front of him?

Swish!

There is no concept of embarrassing attacks in the words Batman. When he looked at Wang Dali, he unexpectedly took two bat darts from the cloak behind him and shot them at Wang Dali with his hand.

The bat dart with a very sharp edge cut open the air all the way, causing a slight sound of breaking the wind. Wang Dali didn't even look at it, crossed his arms left and right, and gently stretched out the index and middle fingers of his hands. It was like the two of them had cooperated countless times in advance, easily clamping the two silver bat darts shot out by Batman.

"Wow, what a good souvenir! Thank you for your kindness, I accepted it."

He brought the bat dart, which was a very exquisite weapon and a work of art, to himself. Wang Dali flipped it up and down, then sighed and put it in his pocket.

Seeing his actions, Batman's eyes twitched again. He has been in Gotham for decades and has seen the arrogant ones, but he has never seen you as arrogant as you.

In Gotham City, Wang Dali was the first to dare to stuff the bat dart thrown by Batman directly into his pocket.

However, the rich man Bruce said that I can use it to fill your pockets with bat dart!

He stretched his hands back at the same time, and took out a dozen bat darts from the mysterious space of the cloak. Bruce swung his two strong and powerful thighs, constantly changing his position and shooting darts, and threw all of the twelve bat darts out steadily and quickly, like a scattered flower in the sky.

Facing the bat darts that collided in various arcs, straight lines, and even two bat darts that collided in the middle to change the trajectory, Wang Dali smiled even happier. It was like the one in front of him that was not one bat dart after another that could be cold and sharp, but one piece after another of gold.

Not bad, I can bring so many souvenirs back when I come to Gotham City. You know, these are all given to him by Batman.

But just when Wang Dali took all the bat-darts with a very light move and finally turned his back to Batman, he stopped aside before, and the Bat Chariot, which received the command of Bruce, had quietly warmed up.

After several crazy modifications, the engine increased its speed from zero to eighty kilometers per hour in one second, and brought its own two-ton body to crash into the back of the seemingly unaware Wang Dali.

According to the physical fitness that Wang Dali showed before, Batman judged that even if he was hit by his car, he would suffer from multiple fractures at most. His life should be unhindered and would not violate his concept of "not killing".

There are not many monsters in Gotham City. Like Bain, his spine was interrupted by Batman, and he could escape from prison in two months.

However, as if eyes were on the back of his head, Wang Dali turned around suddenly when the Batmobile was about to hit him, raised his hand and punched him down.

boom!

The loud noise caused by Wang Dali's fist and the batmobile was like a war tank firing, directly shattering the surviving glass windows next to the restaurant. The defense was comparable to the black batmobile with heavy tanks. The front of the car with a streamlined arc directly smashed a hole the size of a basketball was smashed into.

Among them, two five-centimeter-thick alloy plates with bulletproof, compression-resistant and shock-absorbing capabilities were like plastic plates in Wang Dali's hands, and were cleanly penetrated by his fists.

"Ah, I'm so sorry."

Sucking the strange smell emitted by the Batmobile because of the damage to the engine, Wang Dali pulled out his fist from the hole deep in the car. He smiled apologetically at Batman, whose body suddenly became tense.

"It seems that you will fly back on your wings tonight!"

Another monster!

Two thick eyebrows as thick as the back of a knife were pressed down. Batman's body sank slightly. He glanced at his already disfigured Batmobile and was ready for a hard fight.

However, Wang Dali did not intend to completely defeat Batman. He still hoped that Batman, the veteran driver, would take him to have fun in this smoky Gotham City.
Chapter completed!