I get stronger by sunbathing, just like Superman.

"Should I call him again..."

Connie looked somewhat helpless, seemingly unsure whether she should call him, perhaps he was busy with something important. She then turned to Peggy, her eyes filled with apology, as if she felt somewhat guilty.

Peggy simply squeezed Connie's hand briefly, the meaning of which was self-evident, before standing up and saying:

"I'll go heat up all these dishes... I can't let Lei eat anything cold when he comes later..."

jingle…

Peggy had barely finished speaking when the doorbell rang. Before she could react, Max dashed from the restaurant to the front door!

"Lei! Welcome back..."

The moment Max opened the door, his expression froze, and he stopped mid-sentence, because it wasn't Thunder standing outside…

It was Betty.

"Hi! Mr. Tyrannosaurus Rex..."

Long time no see!

She was wearing the same outfit she wore when they first met... a cute yet slightly dark gothic Lolita dress, and greeted Max in a playful tone...

The latter froze for half a second, his eyes filled with disbelief, then pulled her into a tight embrace…

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have argued with you... I shouldn't have let you leave..."

As Max repeatedly apologized to himself with remorse, Betty patted his back gently like she was comforting a child, telling him not to blame himself.

But Max refused to let go, and even hugged her tighter and tighter, making even this vampire, who didn't need to breathe, feel a little 'suffocated', but she couldn't break free...

Max is, after all, a beggar version of Superman, and he's much stronger than him.

Noticing the gazes coming from the inner room, Betty could only suppress her shyness and greet them.

Immediately afterwards, another, even taller figure walked into the house from beside her and came into everyone's view.

"I'm sorry... I'm late."

Lei Ming's arrival immediately brought a smile to Peggy's face.

As he sat down, the atmosphere in the room became lively again... Drake even thoughtfully prepared a set of cutlery for Betty, even though she didn't need it at all.

Eight people filled the small dining table and began to enjoy a sumptuous dinner... Although it was a little cold, it did not affect their mood.

While the family was enjoying the evening with laughter and joy, something unusual was happening in England, far across the ocean.

...

Birmingham, known as the "gangster capital," is home to a stronghold of the infamous Razor Shield gang...

Intense fighting sounds came from inside a factory, with occasional gunshots and flashes of light! Through the outside window... a muscular, dark-skinned figure could be seen engaged in a life-or-death struggle with a large number of gangsters!

Although there was only one shadowy figure against nearly twenty or thirty thugs, he still managed to rout them with his agility and superb fighting skills, forcing them to retreat in disarray. However, the shadowy figure did not kill them; each gang member who fell was either crippled or unconscious, or beaten beyond repair.

But they will never die.

Unbeknownst to the shadowy figure, another figure dressed entirely in black was crouching high outside the factory, watching his every move through the window...

suddenly!

As the sound of shattering glass rang out, a palm-sized object spun rapidly in the darkness and shot towards the phantom!

bite…!

With a crisp sound, Phantom easily caught the object flying towards her with just two fingers.

Beneath the mask, Sofia stared at the bat-shaped dart at her fingertips…

The look was puzzled.

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Bang!

A figure streaked through the air in an arc and crashed into the corner of the wall, smashing the cargo box beneath him into pieces, scattering white powder all over the ground.

He gritted his teeth against the pain, clutching his back as he scrambled to his feet. His expression panicked, he ran without looking back towards the door at the end of the corridor, while behind him…

A shadowy figure moved nimbly amidst the firelight and gunfire, and none of the surrounding gang members could hit him. The few bullets that occasionally struck him only made a crisp sound, doing nothing to stop the figure from 'harvesting' the gang members present.

A short while later, accompanied by several shrill screams, there was silence behind them.

The fleeing gang member, panting heavily and limping as he ran, glanced back and immediately broke out in a cold sweat!

A dozen or so armed accomplices lay dead on the ground within moments, their fates unknown…

Seeing this, he quickened his pace, and with only two meters to the door, he reached out his hand towards the doorknob; hope was within reach…

boom! !

A massive black shadow descended from above him, enveloping him entirely in shadow with a wide black cloak like the wings of a demon.

With a loud thud, the gang member, unable to brake in time, crashed into the shadowy figure, sending him flying back and landing on his backside...

"No...no...please...don't kill me..."

The gang members looked at the approaching shadowy figure with pleading eyes, inching backward as their voices trembled with fear.

Beneath the dark hood, a pair of sharp eyes seemed to see right through his soul. With each step his imposing, muscular physique took, the ground thudded as if it were stomping on his heart.

I won't kill you...

But you have to tell me where this place is first…”

A deep, devilish voice rang out, and the gang member answered truthfully, trembling.

...

bang...

After receiving the answer, the shadowy figure delivered a palm strike that plunged the gang member into a deep, infantile sleep.

He then broke through the window and, using the dim twilight as cover, shot out a grappling hook. Amidst the sound of a motor spinning, he leaped onto the roof of the factory building, then crouched on the edge of the roof, gazing into the distance with a solemn expression.

"Why did this happen..."

Bruce looked at the unfamiliar buildings and surroundings before him, and further away, at St. Martin's Church, a landmark unique to England.

I recalled those gangsters who all spoke fluent British English.

Everything now proves that what the last gangster he knocked out said was true: he's no longer in Metropolis…

Even though Bruce Wayne was a well-informed and super-rich man, and the Dark Guardian of Gotham, these strange occurrences were still beyond his comprehension.

He clearly remembered that just half an hour ago he was in Metropolis investigating information about the so-called 'Superman' from Krypton.

Just as he was starting to get a lead on an entrepreneur named Lex Luther, he was inexplicably transported to England by a light curtain…

What puzzled him even more was that his personal satellite positioning system had also malfunctioned, and he couldn't contact his butler, Alfred.

Whoosh!

Just as Bruce was completely confused, a whooshing sound suddenly came from behind him!

Years of combat experience allowed him to easily dodge the attack from behind, while his body instinctively began to fight back…

Thump thump thump...!

Two dark figures, one tall and one short, one strong and one thin, began to fight back and forth on the roof of the factory. After several probing exchanges, they discovered that the other seemed to be a master of close combat, and for a time they were evenly matched.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking me!"

Bruce parried and blocked while taking a moment to question his opponent.

Before knowing the full situation, and considering that she is a woman, he does not intend to use his full strength for the time being.

"who am I?"

"You're stealing my job on my turf, and you're asking who I am?"

Sofia found it somewhat amusing, and then gradually channeled her inner energy into her fists, because she discovered that the guy opposite her, who was clearly imitating her as a vigilante, was also quite skilled.

Although they hadn't been fighting for long, she had already discerned at least dozens of different types of fighting techniques from her opponent, and every move he made seemed to be honed to perfection.

Furthermore, her opponent's physique and strength far surpassed hers. Without using her internal energy, she could only manage a draw at best and wouldn't gain the upper hand.

call…

After gathering her inner energy, Sofia dodged Bruce's straight punch, then performed a graceful backflip to create distance. She then stood with her legs slightly bent and crossed, her left fist clenched at her waist, and her right palm slammed forward from bottom to top!

boom!

Although Bruce on the other side could not see the invisible force of the palm strike, his decades of vigilante service had honed his sixth sense of danger to an extremely precise level!

Almost at the same moment Sofia slapped her hand!

He turned around and jumped off the roof...

Bang! ! !