Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

dark alley.

The only street lamp that illuminates this small alley has no brilliance. The vertical metal pole is stained with rust, and layers of spray paint peel off, exposing holes.There was a big hole in the plastic lampshade at the top, and the light bulb inside had long since disappeared.

It is like a stooped old man, witnessing the years of the city and overlooking the evil in the alley.

"No, don't fight, please, I'll give you the money..."

The man lay on the ground, his face immersed in the mud. The pain in his back made him cry out, but out of survival instinct, he had to raise his head and beg for mercy again and again, eager to escape the beating as soon as possible.

But the three people surrounding him were obviously not moved at all.

One white and two black, both young men of seventeen or eighteen years old.

The person on the ground is a middle-aged man in his thirties. .

None of them were armed.

It stands to reason that the middle-aged man's physical strength, experience and physical fitness should be able to defeat the worst and escape.

But his middle-aged body is too weak, and his skinny appearance comes from the invisible burden on his shoulders. He carries a family. His wife, who has been sick and weak after giving birth, needs treatment, and his premature daughter has been in poor condition since she was born.He eats two very simple meals every day, and even occasionally goes to the street to find some leftovers and digs through trash cans like a homeless man. All the money he saves is given to the hospital, which is owned by the Wayne Group.

The above information comes from Arthur's search.

After wailing for a moment, the man gave up, or he had no strength left. He could only hold his head, hoping that the three people behind him could finish venting as soon as possible and leave. Unable to resist, he could only entrust his name to On the other party's body.

Three people behind him.

They all come from different but similar families. Their parents are both low-income people, struggling to survive on the line of food and clothing. Their parents do not have extra time and energy to educate them, or their parents’ parents do not have the inheritance of education, so they have been poor since childhood. Their family background did not allow them to develop a hard-working spirit. Instead, they saw the superior status and luxurious and wasteful life of the upper class every day, which made them resent their parents and even the world.When gang influence infiltrates the city, illegal crimes and the mentality of getting something for nothing tear open their defenses, prompting them to gather together and start robbery.

Tonight is not the first time they act, but it is most likely the first time they kill someone.

Because their eyes seemed to be covered with a red blood shadow, everyone's face did not have any fear or fear, but was filled with indescribable excitement.

The three of them punched and kicked each other, and the beating position gradually moved from the back to the other's head.They kept exchanging glances at their feet, and then moved harder and harder.

They really want to kill people.

Above the sky, a cold light flashed in Hong Fei's eyes.

Whoa!

A black shadow fell from the sky. He stepped into the puddle with his feet and stirred up two waves. The sudden movement startled the three young people.

They turned around in unison and were startled when they saw Gotham City's famous black bat, then turned around and tried to escape from the other side of the alley.

Seeing this situation, the bat did not pursue, but leaned over and turned the middle-aged man lying on the ground. After seeing the scarred face and the frightened but not disappeared vitality, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

But after a while, the three young men who were supposed to escape retreated back in horror.

They looked back and forth at the roadblocks on both sides and couldn't help but swallow.

Batman helped the man stand up, letting him rest against the wall, and then looked up across the three of them to the opposite side.

He is dressed in black armor and has a dragon shadow.

Ignoring the three young men, Bruce uttered a changed and unique voice: "Who are you?"

Not your parents anyway.This sentence popped into Hong Fei's mind instantly.

After a moment of pause, he didn't speak. Instead, he turned his hand and seemingly pulled out a straight blade from the air.

Bruce was instantly alert.

Hong Fei turned to look at the three young men caught in the middle. They were immediately frightened and formed a group against the wall.

"You'd better not do that." Bruce spoke again.

Hong Fei still didn't answer. He stepped forward instantly and stabbed a sharp cold light in front of him with his horizontal knife.

Bruce instantly waved his hands, and three jet-black batarangs were instantly activated.

One of them rushed toward the blade, and the other two attacked Hong Fei's arms and calves respectively.

Hong Fei could have ignored it, but he didn't want Bruce to know more about his situation right now, so he put his shoulder on his elbow, his wrist as soft as the wind, and the blade of the blade turned diagonally like an antelope hanging its horns, and he picked up three batarangs in an instant. Have to go back the way we came.

Bruce's eyes were focused, but his movements were not slow. He flipped in the air to avoid two of them, and picked the last one directly in his hand.

After landing, as soon as he raised his head, Hong Fei had already attacked.

The light of the sword is like a shadow, flying endlessly, the steps are agile and light as the wind.

During the attack, Bruce was retreating steadily. Every time he wanted to turn around and draw his weapon, he would always be forced to give up by the sudden attack. The pressure was like a tide, rapidly multiplying.

Faced with the opponent's continuous attacks, Bruce did not have any time or opportunity to think about the opponent's identity. He could only use all his energy to face the deadly sword in front of him at any time.

The only clue in his mind is that this kind of knife comes from China!

There was a muffled sound, and Bruce's back hit the wall hard, and he instinctively let out a muffled groan.

The next moment, a very solid cold light continued to expand in the pupils of the eyes. Bruce's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. His ears suddenly became silent. All external sounds disappeared, and there was nothing else except this point of sword light.

Once again, the threat of death.

But this time, he had no way to save it. Who would have thought that just an ordinary night, without any intuitive warning, would actually encounter a life-or-death crisis.

There was no time to think about anything else, the light of the sword was already in front of him.

Clang! ! !

A clang suddenly rang out in the alley, and the sharp blade was easily inserted into the wall against Bruce's neck armor. The rustling sound in his ears meant that Heng Dao was not blocked in any way.

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In the alley, six people were silent and five people were shocked.

With a crackling sound, a fine silky crack suddenly appeared in the armor on Bat's chest. The crack quickly spread and opened. The last piece of Kevlar armor shaped like a batarang fell to the ground, revealing the black lining that Bruce wore underneath.

Kevlar armor is no better than tofu under a vibranium blade.

"You want to stop me?" Hong Fei also changed his voice.

Bruce quickly came to his senses. He looked down at his chest, and the waves hidden in his eyes surged. When he looked up, his eyes calmed down again: "You want to kill them."

"Murderers, people will always kill them."

"They haven't killed anyone yet."

"But they wanted to kill."

"Thinking and doing are two different things."

"If you think about it, you will do it. If you don't do it today, you will do it tomorrow."

"But not doing it now."

Hong Fei quickly drew out the horizontal sword, and when he turned his hand back, the horizontal sword disappeared.

Bruce's eyes changed again.

"So, you just let them go?"

Bruce took a breath and said, "It's just for the time being. I'll leave this to the police."

Hong Fei stared into his eyes: "Then?"

"The police will educate them."

Hong Fei nodded noncommittally and waved to the three people.

The three young men were frightened and backed away again.

"If you take one more step back, I will chop off your legs."

Hearing the sound, Bruce stepped forward angrily, Hong Fei stretched out his hand, and the sword came out of nowhere and instantly passed through Bruce's shoulder and inserted into the wall.

"You too, if you move, I'll stab you."

Bruce endured the pain and remained silent, but his eyes were fixed on Hong Fei and he did not give up. It could be seen that as long as Hong Fei wanted to kill someone, he would still fight to the death.

Three young men approached with staggering steps.

Hong Fei pointed at the middle-aged man who was resting against the wall and was too scared to move.

"For you, this is a small matter of robbery and beating, but for the person involved, it is a major matter of life and death, and it is not about one person's life, but three lives."

Bruce frowned.

The middle-aged man was also stunned. Looking at Hong Fei, his eyes softened slightly, and gratitude rose in his eyes.

"I didn't want to meet you originally, but now, I don't mind wasting a little time on you."

Facing Hong Fei's gaze, Bruce suddenly became calm for some reason.

In the midst of the blooming spiritual power, the three-piece set of the MLM master once again appeared simultaneously.

But this time, it was more than just deception.

Even Hong Fei is no longer the same Hong Fei.

The power of Hong integrates dragon power, light energy, Qi and other powers, and also smelts the physical body.

what does this mean?

It's not just that the energy level, power or lethality of the "Power of the Flood" has been greatly increased compared to the past.

It also means that from now on, Hong Fei can go either way, good or bad, and the final harvest will be integrated into a unified force: Hong's power.

He no longer needs to control the balance of good and bad as before, so that his body does not become weak due to excessive energy, or his body is too strong and his energy is extremely low.

In the dark invasion of the Marvel Universe, Hong Fei used the dark elves to destroy two cities, causing countless civilian casualties and incalculable losses.

It's not that he hasn't reflected on it, he just hasn't regretted it.

Reflection was because he found that he was indeed gradually driven by power instead of self-controlling power.

No regrets, because regrets have no effect.

Invading Shou Lao, he could have waited for a while and made some improvements, because under the same time conditions, his progress would definitely exceed that of the dragon.

But he didn't. He wanted to solve his own problems as soon as possible, even if it was not for others, but just for his own happiness, he would do it as soon as possible.

That's why Hong Fei keeps saying that he is really empathetic.

Finally, isn’t the improvement in the balance of good and bad in the past a kind of alternative control exerted on oneself by special abilities?

He doesn't want to be controlled by any conditions.

From now on, no more.

His good things and his bad things all just come from his heart and act from his heart.