…"Ever since Lin Luo left, the Lin Luo in your memory seems to have vanished with him."
"Given your memory capabilities, Young Master, you shouldn't have forgotten Lin Luo, especially since he was the person you liked and respected most in your childhood."
By the end, Alfred's true feelings showed; the old man's eyes were filled with tears and nostalgia.
"???"
Natasha and Catwoman stood rooted to the spot.
They looked at their BOSS, then at Bruce Wayne lying on the ground.
They hadn't misheard, had they?… BOSS was actually Bruce Wayne's godfather?
Bruce Wayne's name was even given by BOSS?
This was simply too outrageous!
Of course, compared to them, the one with the biggest emotional fluctuation was Bruce Wayne himself.
He couldn't understand; the young man in front of him was the same generation as his parents.
However, in this World, nothing was impossible.
Perhaps some technological means or superpowers from Mutant genes had slowed down normal aging.
These weren't the key points.
Bruce Wayne looked at Lin Luo, recalling another matter.
Previously, when he was learning from a master in China, an Intent Master had told him that someone had tampered with his sea of consciousness, and his memories seemed to be skewed.
Combining this with Alfred's current words, there was no need to think further; the culprit was this person named Lin Luo!
Because he had no memories of spending time together in childhood, Bruce Wayne, upon learning everything, felt nothing but surprise and shock.
Lin Luo released Bruce Wayne, smiling, "I'm very satisfied that you were able to discover MIB on your own, but I don't like your method of handling it."
"You don't understand her at all. Coercion and enticement are undoubtedly the most foolish approaches."
Lin Luo pulled Catwoman in front of him with one hand.
Catwoman's pretty face was full of people, then she heard her boss continue:
"She's a thief, but her targets are unscrupulous merchants and lawbreakers. Most of the money she steals is donated to those in need. What does this indicate?"
"It shows that she has a conscience and a correct sense of right and wrong. You're asking a good person to do such a thing? Child… are you still saying you're not sick?"
"Also, she has already explained to you what kind of organization MIB is, clearly stating her withdrawal from your plan and choosing MIB's side. How did you respond to her?"
"You are a Shadow in the darkness… Child, this time you're facing me, your godfather. Next time, you might be facing bullets from other organizations."
Catwoman's cheeks flushed slightly at his words.
She wasn't even sure if she was as good as BOSS said.
She had donated a lot before, but some of her favorite treasures she couldn't bear to donate, keeping them in her private stash.
Bruce Wayne looked at Lin Luo… then at Catwoman.
He was expressionless, speechless.
He had to admit, he had indeed underestimated this thieving cat's decisiveness and MIB's tolerance.
Not only did they not deal with this useless Catwoman, but they even proactively came to demand an explanation for her!
Was he enchanted by Catwoman?
Impossible; such a big shot, who hadn't seen everything, how could he be tempted by beauty.
Bruce Wayne exhaled, choosing to temporarily ignore these questions, and asked:
"Can you restore my memory?"
Lin Luo smiled, replying, "Yes, you can, once your illness is cured."
"Enough!" Bruce Wayne roared, his long-accumulated emotions erupting as he shrieked hysterically:
"I'll say it again, I'm not sick! I'm perfectly healthy, both physically and mentally!"
Lin Luo put away his smile, calmly looking at the enraged Bruce Wayne, and asked, "Did you used to roar uncontrollably like this?"
"!!!"
At his words, Bruce Wayne suddenly froze.
That's right, did he used to be like this?
Would the calm and collected him of the past get angry over a few words from others?
With Lin Luo's prompt, Bruce Wayne began to reflect on himself.
Recalling his actions during this period… had he really gotten sick?
Hoo… hoo… Bruce Wayne's emotions slowly calmed down.
Seeing this, Lin Luo made his final remark, "Okay, the education from your godfather ends here."
"Good child, remember to settle the commission for hiring my agent. The value of those two pieces of information far exceeds twenty million; just make it up to one hundred million."
After speaking, Lin Luo turned to Alfred, bidding farewell, "Alfred, we have two old friends waiting for you at the old spot. You can go chat with them when you have time."
Upon hearing this, Alfred instantly became incredibly expectant, nodding excitedly, "Good! Yes, sir! I'll go tonight."
"Goodbye."
Lin Luo pressed the recall button on his watch.
Buzz—!
A faint light flashed.
Along with Natasha and Catwoman, the three vanished in the blink of an eye.
Bruce Wayne looked at the empty scene before him, pulled out his phone, and first transferred the money.
Consider it paying for his irrational past self.
After transferring the money, he looked at Alfred again… "Alfred, tell me everything about Lin Luo," Bruce Wayne said.
"I'm sorry, Young Master."
Alfred wiped away two tears, smiling, "These old bones can't accompany you anymore. If you have any questions, go pursue the answers yourself."
"What?"
Bruce Wayne looked bewildered, watching Alfred turn and walk away, and quickly stopped him: "Wait, Alfred, you don't need to leave, I didn't intend to dismiss you!"
"Young Master, I'm dismissing you." Alfred took a step, then suddenly remembered something.
He took out a blue energy cube from his pocket, pressed the button in the middle, and the cube extended a syringe filled with a mysterious blue liquid.
Alfred handed the syringe to Bruce Wayne.
"Lin Luo left this for me back then. It can restore my body to youth while granting me a physique beyond ordinary people."
"I feel like these old bones can still last a few more years, Young Master Wayne, take it. You need it more than I do."
"Oh, by the way, don't worry about becoming a Mutant or a super-powered individual after using it. My Lord only gained a bit more strength than an ordinary person after using it."
Bruce Wayne numbly took it.
When he came to his senses and wanted to ask more, Alfred waved his hand and left without looking back.
His retreating figure was unexpectedly light and joyful, as if he had become more than ten years younger.
Bruce Wayne looked at the syringe in his hand, gripping it tightly.
Had his father used it too?
Peak condition and a physique beyond ordinary people.
Perhaps… Outside Wayne Manor.
Lin Luo, Catwoman, and Natasha teleported back to the rear passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce.
As soon as they settled in, Catwoman received a message.
She pulled out her private small phone and glanced at it, her eyes immediately turning into $.$.
Counting digit by digit.
Exactly one hundred million U.S. dollars!
Even though she knew she wouldn't need ordinary money in the future, Catwoman was still as happy as a child, and couldn't help but give BOSS a kiss on the cheek.
"You don't need to be like that, do you?" Natasha grumbled, pouting.
"Hmph," Catwoman said proudly, "You're just jealous of me."
She suppressed her excited little heart and quickly transferred the newly arrived money.
Using the pseudonym "BOSS's Cat," she donated it all to children's orphanages around the World.
Lin Luo watched Catwoman's actions, a doting expression gradually appearing on his face.
Just as he was about to speak, a prompt from L interrupted him.
[BOSS, Tony Stark is hovering above your manor in his Iron Man suit. May I… shoot him down?]
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