A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

"bat?"

In the rest area, Albert asked the fat man what he thought of.

But he just lowered his head, sighed, and kept wiping sweat.

"You are lucky that your life was saved."

The fat man began to whisper,

"Bat is a newcomer that the Falcone family found from nowhere. He played fourteen games last week and won all of them.

No one can see through his methods. He can do Sanda, boxing, Muay Thai, Jiu-Jitsu, and even Eastern martial arts. No opponent could last a minute under him. "

Albert's face looked a little weird, these features... might as well just report someone's ID card.

"Don't worry, no one will be seriously injured by his hands."

The fat man seemed to have finally figured it out. He stood up and shook his head at Albert.

"But don't even think about getting back the money you paid for the last game."

When it came to money, the fat man's expression looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

......

"The next game is a match between the newcomers who just defeated the Butcher...who do you want?"

At this moment, the host regained his composure and aroused his emotions to his heart's content, and the blood on the ring had been cleaned up.

"He's...the bat!!"

The shouts from the audience were strangely quieter.

Most people come here to see the bloody killings or the unknown excitement of gambling.

This bat is neither ruthless nor capable of defeating him, which makes everyone disappointed every time. The odds have even dropped to the point where people have no desire to win with the bat.

"If you believe me, you can bet a little more. If you don't believe me, bet a little more. It's mine."

Albert patted the part of the fat man's suit that was not soaked by sweat. Without looking at his expression, he turned around and went on stage.

There was already a man dressed in black standing next to the host.

Black long sleeves, pants and shoes without any logo. The black mask covers the entire face, with spikes on both sides of the head.

For some reason, Albert thought he looked more like a cat than a bat.

"Who should be detained?"

In the private room upstairs, the scantily clad waitress standing in the corner was a little surprised.

This was the first time a woman hesitated.

The waiters here all know that a woman has been the supreme VIP here since a few years ago, and she can bet on the winner every time she glances at the contestants on the ring.

What's more important is that she never takes away the money she wins, and even invites the most ferocious and crazy boxers to the box.

No one knows what she did every time, but no matter how scary the boxer is, she will leave the city immediately after leaving the box.

It seemed like there was something here that terrified them.

"He...forget it, it's still him."

Finally, the woman pushed all the diamonds she had just won on the table in front of her in front of Albert's head.

"when!"

The bell rings and the first round begins.

Bat didn't rush to attack, he didn't even put up a defensive stance, he just walked towards Albert step by step.

The audience below was not surprised at all.

This tightly wrapped man has never been in a hurry since the first game, and just proved everything with fourteen wins.

"You killed him."

The bat's voice was very deep, lower than Morpheus's, like a falsetto.

At the same time, the bat's hands came over to Albert, like Bajiquan, with shadows of wrestling and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

"kill?"

Albert began to retreat. His body instinct told him that he could not crack the simple hand-raising gesture of the bat no matter what.

"Varev's consciousness has faded and is no different from death. What have you done? Who gave you the power?"

The bat suddenly accelerated and turned into a black shadow and rushed towards it.

Albert didn't even see the movement of his fist and received a heavy blow in the face.

He was not surprised at all,

If the peak of human beings cannot defeat a group of underground boxers, then it is too underestimated of human genes.

Albert wiped away the nosebleed and continued to retreat,

"What did I do? I just made him face his inner fears."

"Bang! Bang!"

"Face your fear? In my opinion you are just another despicable murderer!"

As soon as Albert blocked the bat's punch, he received a heavy knee.

Bat's moves are not as heavy as Varev's, with murderous intent; but every move is like a ghost in the dark, leaving no trace!

Albert did not hold on and fell to his knees, coughing and saying,

"Then maybe you will like my other answer. I just gave Varev something, something for the eight boxers he killed."

The audience under the stage booed.

Although most of them guessed the ending, no one thought that Albert was so vulnerable.

This is the first time that Bat has been confused in this arena that is filled with blood. In the past, his teammates have cursed, begged for mercy, and said nothing, but nothing like what he said today has never been so strange.

He stepped forward, grabbed Albert's hair with his black-gloved hands, leaned down,

The cold eyes passed through the mask, through Albert's eyes, directly shocking the soul,

"what?"

Albert judged that Batman was still a fledgling newcomer at this time. This funny uniform and strange infiltration may be to collect evidence, or simply to pursue justice,

But in short, Bruce is not yet the suspicious, dark superhero, the one who can make counter-plans for the entire league, including himself.

"Revenge, a true revenge.

That's what you've been looking for, isn't it, Bruce? "