Let's have fun first.

Chapter 28 Let's have fun first.

Wayne Manor, underground.

Alfred walked down the newly built spiral escalator and, unsurprisingly, found Bruce sitting in front of his computer, dressed in his bat costume, typing away on the keyboard.

"I'm glad to see the entrance is finished. But just in case you forget, I should remind you that it's been a week since you last returned to the manor from the Bat Cave," Alfred said.

"The manor is Bruce Wayne's home, and Bruce Wayne is just Batman's mask," Bruce said expressionlessly. "I'm perfectly fine here."

Alfred didn't directly refute him, but simply shrugged: "Looks like the next generation of the Wayne family will inherit a moldy, empty house."

He paused, then muttered something else.

"That's so true, it's like they could really have a next generation."

Bruce seemed to have long been used to the butler's naturally sharp tongue and didn't take it to heart. The Bat computer screen was displaying words like "giant" and "Ultraman" again, clearly a continuation of last night's amusement park incident.

The man, who had previously appeared on television, excitedly gave another interview: "I told you, I've said it before! He must be some kind of god, sent to punish the wicked Gotham City! The end of Gotham is coming!"

Alfred watched silently for a while and said, "I heard that those children were eventually rescued by this... mysterious giant."

Perhaps this shows he's friendly?

Bruce paused for a moment, then said, "We can't jump to conclusions so quickly, Alfred. We don't know his background, his purpose, or his specific abilities."

"Look at everything with suspicion, I remember you emphasized that, young master."

Alfred seemed used to it. His young master was a total coward. He once saw Bruce editing a file on the Batcomputer titled "How to fight back if a zombie virus breaks out." The same file also contained other projects, including but not limited to "What if Gotham is flooded?" and "What if aliens invade?"

At that moment, Alfred had a mouthful of saliva stuck in his throat, and after holding it in for a long time, he still couldn't spit it out.

Never mind, as long as the young master is happy.

He had a feeling that this file would likely have at least three thousand entries. If an outsider saw it, their first impression would be that young Master Wayne was definitely a lunatic.

Bruce stood up again and put on his helmet.

Alfred frowned. "Going out again?"

"The Riddler is nearing his end; now is not the time to relax." He walked toward the Batmobile.

"But you haven't slept for three days."

"My current limit is one week, and I'm in pretty good shape right now."

As he spoke, he leaped into the Batmobile, which roared off into the distance.

Alfred sighed softly as the Batmobile drove away.

He had a strange feeling, as if he were watching Bruce—his son who was as close to him as blood—embark on a path of no return.

"You can't be a picky eater."

Shen You suddenly turned around and looked sternly at Kara, who was secretly picking out the green peppers.

Kara's face flushed bright red, and she retorted, "I...I just put it aside and will eat it later."

Shen You stared at her expressionlessly for a moment.

"Okay, I'm sorry."

Kara obediently put the green pepper back into her bowl and started eating it quietly.

The old wizard at the table glanced at her with a smile and casually handed a piece of salmon from his plate to Kara's plate.

Kara's face lit up with joy, her cheeks flushed. "Thank you, Grandpa!"

The old wizard smiled and nodded, stroking his large beard with satisfaction.

Over the past few days, he has grown to love this adorable and lively little girl more and more. Having guarded the temple for nine thousand years, many of the emotions he had as a human have long since faded.

Now, having lost his magical powers and forced to retire, he has surprisingly rediscovered something he had once lost in this small corner café.

That thing, which was sealed away in his memory nine thousand years ago, was called "home".

The weather has been gradually getting cooler these past few days. Gotham is a relatively damp place, and the cold air will soon arrive with the season.

Strangely, even as the weather turned cold, Shen You noticed that the young ladies who frequented the coffee shop every day were all dressed lightly, exposing their shoulders, arms, and long legs. Sometimes, one could even vaguely see some deep, mysterious cleavage. If you didn't know better, you would think they were saving on fabric.

Shen You once admired him greatly.

No, I'm Ultraman, I'm not afraid of normal low temperatures, so why aren't you guys afraid either?

Tom, a struggling writer, even expressed his utmost admiration for the young women. He felt it was a truly noble act, a contribution to world peace, and that his own abilities were limited, allowing him only to offer his humble efforts—his warm gaze—to comfort them in this cold world.

Kara's language skills are truly remarkable. Perhaps it's due to the awakening of her super brain, but lately she's been able to communicate with Shen You in simple ways without relying on telepathy.

Sometimes when Kara sees other young girls coming to the store after school with their backpacks to eat light meals and drink coffee, she feels very envious.

She tugged at Shen You's sleeve, looking at him longingly, and said, "I want to go to school too."

Shen You thought for a moment and said, "If you really want to, there's nothing wrong with it. But at least you need to speak fluently and control your superpowers. We don't want you to get so emotional that you burn your eyes and tear the teacher apart, right?"

So Kara pouted and went back to practicing her spoken English, looking unhappy.

"Is this where Li-Bagu and Aliha ran into a wall?"

A tall man stood on a street in Gotham, looking at the hurried pedestrians around him, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Weak.

This was the first word that came to his mind.

Their civilization was primitive and backward, their technology was outdated, their racial talents were lacking, and their physical abilities were as weak as a reed.

"How did those two idiots manage to get themselves into trouble in a place like this?" the man wondered.

"Perhaps there's more to it than meets the eye."

The one speaking was the woman next to him.

A woman who is unforgettable at first sight; even if you've only seen her once, you'd likely recognize her instantly in a crowd from afar. However, what most people might remember isn't her face, but rather her prominent breasts, which appear as a cluster of peaks, forming a ridge from one angle and a peak from another.

Her face was fairly striking, but compared to her figure, it wasn't as eye-catching. So much so that most people, after seeing her, only remembered one word: "big." They couldn't recall her specific features.

It's so big that it can even have a deceptive effect, like Superman's glasses.

Ignoring the sidelong glances from passersby, the woman leaned lazily against the man: "Those two may be idiots, but at least they're idiots with some ability. For a planet with only a level three civilization to fail here, it definitely means it's not as simple as it seems on the surface."

The man nodded slightly: "That makes sense. Let's keep a low profile for now and try to locate the Kryptonian girl first."

"There's no rush."

The woman chuckled and coiled herself around him like a water snake, getting so close that she was almost deformed from the pressure.

"We've had a long and tiring journey, let's take a break and have some fun before getting down to business."

The man was startled: "Didn't we just have some fun before we came here?"

"That was before I came. A different place means a different environment and a different mood, and maybe even a different kind of happiness?" The woman blinked.

"That's true."

The man smiled.

"Let's have fun first."

(End of this chapter)