Nobody can stop me from drawing cards in Gotham!

Chapter 72 appears: A mysterious new vigilante!

Good morning, Gotham City!

Last week in Gotham was full of explosive moments, starting with the arrest of a fake Batman who had committed murders while pretending to be Batman... This guy added a lot of variables and trouble to the dead man's lottery every night, to the point that many of the patrons at the gambling tables wanted to wring his head off!

The Parrels Building suffered a power outage attack on the same night the counterfeit was seized. After a night of repairs, it was found that nothing had happened! Probably just some cyber hackers hoping to break into the database to check if their chairman really existed?

Last week's Playboy magazine cover featured a rare absence of Gotham Prince Bruce Wayne! Some say he broke his leg while rock climbing and had to step aside.

The newly arrested criminal codenamed "Scarecrow" was apprehended last night. His real name is Jonathan Klein, a psychology professor at Gotham University. He is suspected of illegal imprisonment and human experimentation... If you ask me, these highly educated individuals are far more dangerous than street thugs when they go crazy!

Finally, a mysterious figure on the streets of Gotham subdued two robbers. Interestingly, witnesses claimed this person was petite and definitely not the legendary Batman… So who is this mysterious new vigilante, and will he reappear?

Alright, there's still so much fun to be had in Gotham City! I'm your good buddy Edson, let's start the new week together and try to survive in Gotham City until the next day!

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The passionate morning news broadcast on television finally came to an end.

Jaeger, who was eating breakfast while watching the news and holding a bowl of oatmeal, muttered with a spoon in his mouth, "Gotham's mysterious new vigilante?...So besides Batman, there are other heroes in Gotham City?"

Unfortunately, the photos shown in the news were so blurry that the so-called new vigilante was just a black blur.

Forget about whether it's male or female, it's hard to even tell the species.

But Jaeger was still very interested in this, so he casually opened Pingo, sent Batman a news photo, and added the caption: If this new vigilante is real, doesn't that mean you'll have a colleague in the future?

After sending that message, Jaeger went offline.

Because he had already planned it out; he had other things to do today.

That means getting a vehicle.

After all, while the "door" is convenient, it's not a long-term solution to constantly use space to jump around, and it's also very mentally taxing.

Transportation is still more convenient.

Even transportation doesn't require money to buy...

Because Jaeger can switch to the [Landon Parrels] identity card and directly use the LEGO Builder's ability to build a car, and can also customize the appearance to his own liking.

Isn't this better than spending ages in a car dealership and potentially getting ripped off by the dealership owner?

Besides, Jaeger had always wanted to see what would happen if he stored a vehicle in the Burke's storage space...

Just as Jaeger was lost in thought, Burke, who was next to him, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He looked up warily and glanced around, but he didn't know where this inexplicable sense of danger came from.

An illusion? Burke was puzzled.

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On the same day.

On the other side of the city, the Bat Cave.

"The medical report is in, Mr. Bruce."

Alfred stood behind Bruce, a rare look of satisfaction on his face: "Amazing results, simply unbelievable... Your body is healthier than ever before."

"Even the meniscus in your knee joint that was severely deformed and damaged has been restored to its original state, and you no longer need the fixed titanium alloy brace."

"Was it your magical friend who did it?"

"..." Bruce sighed, subconsciously rubbing his knee. "Yes, it was him."

"Just as I thought." Alfred nodded. "See, young master, it's never a bad thing to have more trustworthy friends..."

"After all, if it weren't for him," the butler's voice suddenly softened, "I might never have seen you again in your best condition, Master Bruce."

"God knows that every time I bandaged your wounds, I was thinking about the next time... If there's a next time... I'll have to quit my job and go back to England!"

"Alfred." Bruce understood Alfred's implication. "I'm sorry... but I have to do this. The city needs me."

"Don't misunderstand, young master." Alfred sighed. "I will always be proud of you and your work, just don't hurt yourself so much anymore."

"And," the butler's tone suddenly changed, as if deep in thought, "this treatment was of great significance to both of us. Did you properly thank the other party?"

Bruce, feeling guilty, said, "I did thank you..."

Alfred shook his head disapprovingly: "Just a thank you? That's too rude. I thought you would at least invite him to dinner, or to a dinner party you organized as a token of your gratitude."

"The latter, I guess." Bruce slumped weakly in his chair, covering his face. "I've been too tired lately, Alfred... and Bruce Wayne hasn't been in public for a long time either."

"If I stay any longer, the rumors outside will probably go from spreading rumors that I broke my leg to spreading even more outrageous rumors."

"It's good that you have arrangements," Alfred said.

At that moment, Bruce's Batman phone vibrated twice.

He reached out and saw the inquiry from Jaeger regarding the new vigilantes.

"A new vigilante...?" Bruce frowned.

Alfred, who happened to be nearby, overheard Bruce's words and picked up the Gotham Weekly that was being pushed over from the food cart along with breakfast, handing it to Bruce: "Indeed, Gotham has recently seen a new vigilante besides Batman, young master."

"There have been many eyewitness reports, but not a single clear photograph yet."

"..." Bruce finally perked up, took the newspaper and began to read, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Alfred, standing behind him, casually remarked, "Looks like this new vigilante is also learning Batman's style—appearing and disappearing unpredictably, impossible to capture a clear image of his face, and he also uses a metal object similar to a batarang to attack..."

"There's even a uniform that looks like a bat."

Bruce: "..."

He closed the newspaper: "There's only one Batman."

"Are you planning to investigate the other party?" Alfred asked, his hands behind his back.

"That's right," Bruce answered first, then seemed to remember something, "...but don't prioritize it too much for now, I still have to deal with the Iceberg Club this weekend."

"Understood, young master."