A great man who gave up studying medical reform and became a failure once said that he should treat him with admiration for three days after leaving. Later, everyone realized that this sentence was not what he said, but what Zhou x people said.

It doesn't matter who said it, as long as you know that this sentence is Batman.

Batman has been reborn now, no longer Bruce Wayne, who was the Fire Shadow Warrior League. Entering the inhuman realm, his combat power is extremely powerful, and it is not something that Shadow Warriors can resist. Every punch and every kick is the ultimate speed and strength. Without unnecessary attack skills, Batman crushed the entire audience with his physical fitness alone.

In the sword light and sword shadows, Batman did not dodge or avoid. Relying on the indestructible toughness of light armor, he rushed forward with a domineering step, and broke his bones wherever he passed, screaming in pain. Five or six swords stabbed or slashed, landing on him, unable to even pause for him.

This is not a battle, this is one-sided violence, it is just one person who commits violence against one hundred people.

Duka was like suffering from Alzheimer's disease, with crooked eyes and drooling, watching Batman foolishly finishing the 1vs100 achievement and defeating the Demon King.

mmmp, is this Gotham really here?

Why do you, an incompetent disciple, become so arrogant? Is it true that tights can make people stronger?

Also, where to buy your belt? It’s so chic!

Da! Da! Da—

The crisp sound of high heels knocking on the ground came from behind. Duca turned his stiff head and saw Quizel walking over with a smile on his face.

There was a wolf in front and a tiger behind, Duka felt cold in his heart, and the mmp was blocked in his chest and couldn't say it. It was like when taking a bath in the bathhouse, he fell to the ground and was watched by a group of gay men. If Duka knew that a guy with white face was cat in the grass outside the yard wall, he must have felt colder in his heart.

Bang!

A long sword twisted into a twist was thrown at Duka's feet. Batman achieved the achievement of killing hundreds of kills. He lifted his hips and looked at him quietly without saying a word.

"I lost, kill me!" Duka said bitterly. He didn't try to resist a few times because he knew that resisting would only make the other party more pleasant.

...

Dean’s Office!

Duca was tied up with his hands and feet, hanging face down in the air. Because of this position, he had to lift his head up every time he spoke. Batman stood silently in the corner, while Quizel sat on the boss's chair, looking forward to how his boss would deal with Duca. With her understanding of Duke, the next thing must be to implant personality, and then Duca will turn aside and become a new person.

Duke circled around Duka, thinking about what kind of personality to implant in him. Batman's personality is not good. The master is in love with the clown now. If a third party intervenes, it is impossible to ensure that there will be any bloody plot. Besides, Duka is the master's teacher, and teachers and students are prohibited matters.

"What are you going to deal with Master Ninja?" Batman was a little worried, because Duka's conspiracy did not succeed, Gotham was not hurt, and he was not so disgusted with Duka.

"Mr. Batman, please call me Dean Du!" Duke reminded that his liking for this title was considered to have fulfilled his obsession before traveling through time.

"Okay, Dean Du, what are you going to deal with Master Ninja?"

"Like the clown, implant a new personality, but this time we need to be positive, optimistic and uplifting, so you can't use your personality!" Duke said thinking.

Batman: "…"

What do I mean by this? Is my personality not positive, not optimistic, and not upward?

mmmp, if I hadn't been able to beat you, I would have beaten your gold-rimmed glasses!

Duke walked twice before he simulated a ball of personality data pressed on Duka's forehead, removed the rope that bound Duka, and waited for him to change his mind.

Duka stood up and patted the dust on his body, breathed a sigh of relief in his palm, combed his big back hair meticulously. After tidying up his appearance, he nodded to Duke and turned around and walked out of the office.

"Master Ninja, where are you going?" Batman flashed, blocking Duka's path.

"Relax, Bruce, I have no idea of ​​ruining Gotham." Duka patted Batman on the shoulder: "You are right, this city has value in saving, and my mission is to save it."

After saying this, Duca bypassed Batman with a confused look on his face and strode out of the hospital. His back was so tall and mighty, and even a faint golden light shining.

The shadow warriors evacuated with the leader and soon disappeared under the night.

"Dean Du, whose personality have you implanted?" Batman couldn't wait to ask after coming back to his senses.

"Naruto Uzumaki, Kiritsugu Emiya, Zheng Zha!" Duke replied.

"Hat, who are they?" Batman said that he had never heard of any of the people Duke said.

"It's right if you don't know it. If you know, I promise to kill you right away."

"But, why do I feel like these people are cheating?" Batman couldn't help but vomited the slap.

"Don't worry, I'm professional in implanting personality. The ninja master will definitely make you look at me with admiration! Although those three guys are not very reliable, they all have a common highlight in their personality. I eliminated the unstable gay and luoli control attributes and integrated them into a new personality full of love for the world!"

Duke was full of confidence, but Batman felt more and more panicked when he heard it. He turned around and rushed out of the door, wanting to confirm Duka's current situation.

There was no one in the office again, Quizel gently closed the door in high heels, and twisted the door lock to death when turning around.

"Director, I've been unable to find blood vessels when I give patients an infusion recently. Can you help me think of a solution?" Kuizel half-squinted his eyes, and his pink tongue gently swept across his red lips.

Duke looked serious: "It's so outrageous. As a doctor, you don't even have a solid basic skills. Without further ado, for the sake of the patient, Dean, I will teach you how to get an injection step by step today!"

"Dean, you are so bad!"

"I'm talking nonsense, how can the dean be called bad!"

...

The plot here is not ugly, because the book friends have watched more medical science and education films than they have failed!

...

The next day, Gotham City's political arena changed in a shocking state. The former mayor was dismissed due to corruption and airborne a new mayor named Kadulihen!

The new official took office for three reasons, and this kind of thing was no exception for the Great American Empire. Mayor Kadu had just taken office and had made drastic moves before he could even sit down. He rectified several stubborn thorns, removed their positions, and opposed the opposition to support his own people to the top.

It is said that someone assassinated him that night, but was rescued by the bodyguards beside Mayor Kadu. Mayor Kadu said that he was generous. Although he was shot hundreds of times and had a comminuted fracture, he did not blame the assassination before.

Two days later, several senior officials and family helmsmen disappeared. Mayor Kadu immediately held a press conference, strongly condemning the criminals' inability to discipline and promised the citizens that the focus of the Gotham government's subsequent work would shift to combating the black forces and that the people would be given a bright future.

Duke didn't care about this. He was busy figuring out some fresh things. He placed two newspapers on his desk, which were the newspapers of the Metropolitan next door. On the black and white pages of the newspaper, there were two people printed on them, one was the red shorts flying in the sky and the other was the famous metropolitan entrepreneur Luther!

Quizel stood in front of Duke with a mirror in his hands, looking at his boss with a worried look on his face. He didn't know what he was wrong. Since the morning, he has been tidying up his hair, and most of the bottles of hair spray have been used up.

"Harlene, how do you think of my new hairstyle?" Duke looked in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction. Clusters of long black hair rose into the sky, so hard that it could kill people.

"Not really, I'm dead. Also, why do your hair become so vigorous overnight?" Quizel rolled his eyes.

"This move is called return of life! Harlem, there is another thing that I can do is not just my hair!" Duke said with a frown, and rolled his eyes again.

Duke said, his figure gradually began to change, and eventually became a short man less than 1.7 meters tall. His muscles exploded under his dark blue long-sleeved tights, white gloves, boots and pony clips, and his stinky fart said, "Look at it and try it." It was very flat.

Duke picked up the comb and styled his haircut. His forehead was very bright, and then he rubbed his eyebrows with some water, trying to make his eyebrows sharper.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Quizel asked speechlessly at Duke, who was half a head shorter than him.

"You don't understand. You have to do a full set of shows. In addition to the combat power detector, I also need a cannon fodder bald head and two aircraft. But the problem is not big. I can DIY, but there is still plenty of time anyway."

Duke clenched his fists, showed an evil smile on his lips, and shouted arrogantly: "No one can stop me except Kakarot!"

Thanks to book friends: elegant cabbage, deep sea Ougen, Xiangshan Layman 233, Jiang Zui, Mouse Root, 08a, rewards from the world of ramblers!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!