That was how the world worked.
Although Batman and the black catgirl had maimed a lot of New York hooligans, they respectfully addressed them as "that lord" and "that lady."
That was because it was said that anyone who spoke ill of them behind their backs might be immediately found by them.
Later on, it became that anyone who said these two names might be found by them.
Under the threat of being disabled for life, the hooligans would rather believe it than not.
Therefore, they would not say these two names unless it was necessary.
Suddenly, one of the hooligans came back to himself and pointed at Luke. "Who are you trying to scare? That lord … died saving New York long ago. Also, your eyes are the wrong color. Wait! You're trying to hook up with this b * tch to scare us, aren't you? "
The moment he said that, the three hooligans were stunned for a moment before realization dawned on them, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders.
Tracy, who was behind Luke, was also stunned. She couldn't help but circle around him and quickly size him up.
As an observant media person, she had indeed noticed that something wasn't right.
Batman's height had already been determined many times by various experts using reference points.
Wearing the Bat Armor, he was basically between 215 and 218 centimeters tall. The difference of three centimeters was due to the change in armor, and his height was still fixed.
At that moment, using her own height as a reference, Tracy instantly confirmed that this "Batman" was two meters tall at most.
Also, when she moved from the back to the side and saw more details of the armor, she also realized that this "Batman" was much smaller.
The entire armor was clearly in the style of Batman, but it was clearly a lot "thinner."
If Batman had been a muscular man in the past, this one was at most a skinny young man.
At this time, she had already walked to the side and was slightly closer to the front. She finally saw the side profile of the thinner version of Batman.
Luke turned his head and looked at her. "Ma 'am, you're almost with them."
Cui Xi was stunned. He immediately took two steps back, but he still stood slightly forward. At the same time, one of his hands had already reached into his bag.
She didn't look away from the mask of this "Batman."
Looking at the blue and white lenses, she had a rough guess. She was both regretful and a little excited. "Excuse me, are you … still 'that' Batman?"
Luke waved his hand at her, indicating that she could shut up for now. He then turned around and looked at the four hoodlums. "This is the first time we've met. I'll only tell you one thing — I never scare people."
As he spoke, his figure flashed and appeared in front of the four bullies.
The next moment, the four of them were hit in the abdomen. They clutched their stomachs and knelt on the ground.
Luke grabbed the hoodlum who had said that he was bluffing and pinched his pinky finger.
With an almost inaudible cracking sound, the hooligan screamed.
Luke casually tossed him aside. "You can shout for three seconds. If you go beyond that, I'll break another of your bones."
The hooligan sucked in a breath of cold air. His originally earth-shattering screams were instantly reduced to grunts, as if someone had pressed the volume button at high speed.
The other three hoodlums were terrified, but the punch in their stomachs made it difficult for them to breathe, and they couldn't resist at all.
Very soon, they looked at the first hoodlum and saw that they each had a broken finger.
Just when Tracy and the four hoodlums thought that was the end of it, Luke took a few steps forward and grabbed the hand of the fifth hoodlum who had been covering his eyes and cursing.
The hoodlum had been so scared that he had shut his mouth when the first hoodlum had his finger broken.
With tears in his eyes, he hurriedly begged for mercy. "Wait, wait, I didn't do anything, and I was sprayed in the face."
Luke's lips curled up as he looked at the light red villain on the system panel. "You were the first to rob. If you didn't break this finger, you wouldn't have let down your brothers! "
When he said that, the four hoodlums who had been holding back the pain looked enlightened. That's right, he was the one who caused this!
If this guy hadn't been so anxious, they might have just let the woman go.
It was actually a ridiculous assumption, but the four hoodlums easily accepted it.
Looking at their last friend screaming and kneeling on the ground, they even gloated in their hearts. It was a classic case of not being poor, but being poor.
Luke didn't bother with them anymore.
Tonight was the second generation boss's first appearance, and with Tracy, the "photographer" whom he had specially chosen, he couldn't be too merciful.
So, even if the five hoodlums weren't armed and the "victim" Tracy didn't even lose a hair, Luke still gave her minimal fracture treatment.
Turning to look at Tracy, he said, "Okay, lady, please leave this place as soon as possible, or call the police." He then turned around and looked like he was about to leave.
"Wait!" Tracy opened her mouth as he had expected.
He stopped and stared at her with his glasses that were emitting a faint blue and white light.
As expected of a professional media person who was somewhat famous in the area, Tracy immediately followed up without hesitation when she saw an opportunity. "Excuse me, are you Batman?"
Luke said, "You can call me the Dark Knight."
Stumped, Tracy immediately asked, "Are you Batman's Dark Knight?"
Luke said, "Maybe."
After saying his name, he didn't want to lower his status as the second generation boss any further. He simply shot out his grappling hook and rose into the air.
Tracy and the five kneeling hoodlums couldn't help but raise their heads and follow the black figure as it disappeared over the edge of the roof.
After a moment of silence, the five hoodlums lowered their heads and struggled to get up, ready to leave.
"Wait." Tracy stood in front of them with her legs slightly wider than her shoulders, giving off a domineering vibe.
The five hoodlums subconsciously shrank back.
They weren't afraid of this woman, but of that fake Batman.
What if this woman suddenly went crazy and shouted for help, and that person came back? No one wanted to lose two fingers in one night.
Looking at the hoodlums, Tracy suddenly smiled. "If you cooperate with me later, I'll give each of you a hundred bucks for the information. How about that?"
The five hoodlums were stunned for a moment. Four of them nodded, but only one shook his head.
The one who shook his head was the one who had been the first to call out that Luke was a fake. At that moment, he realized something again. "Admit to robbery for a hundred bucks? Who do you think you're stupid? "
The four friends nodded in understanding. "That's right. Who do you think you're stupid?"
With a proud smile, Tracy pointed at herself. "Because — I'm the victim."
Hearing that, the five hoodlums almost cried. You didn't even lose a single hair, but the five of us lost at least a finger. Who was the victim?
Tracy couldn't be bothered to waste her breath. "I won't pursue the matter, and the police won't pursue the matter, but the premise is that you cooperate with my interview. Otherwise, when my show comes out, as the villains in the show, you'll be handcuffed to the police station for free. "
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