Scott heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Bro, I thought you had a thing for me. Hehe.”

Luke was amused by Scott’s dumb smile, but he wasn’t angry.

In the last few years, the Internet had expanded, and information on various minority groups had gradually spread.

There were a lot of people who came out publicly, in order to support this issue, and they gave many others the courage to express their true orientation.

Both Luke and Selina had been hit on by the same gender quite a bit when they went out.

Indeed, the situation would start out similar to what Luke had done today. His attitude was a little too enthusiastic.

So, it wasn’t strange for Scott to misunderstand.

“Relax. I just had the feeling that you have the temperament of a superhero. Otherwise, most people would think that you’re cosplaying.”

Scott thought for a moment and was enlightened. “No wonder the people in the alley looked at me like that.”

Luke was helpless. I was the one who cleaned up after you. Otherwise, if you hadn’t shrunk down and run, a bunch of reporters would’ve surrounded you in half an hour.

This was New York, the most enthusiastic and friendly city in the world for superheroes.

Supervillains? Sorry, the Bat Squad would teach all supervillains who caused trouble here a lesson.

Local Internet celebrities in New York posted updates on the Bat Squad’s achievements: how many bad guys died, how many were partially or fully crippled, and so on.

Of course, the numbers definitely weren’t accurate. Many bad guys didn’t even get the chance to show their faces before they were taken down quietly.

However, that meant that these records were of real cases that had been verified, and the chance of an error was very low.

Even if a number of them might have been overlooked, according to these records, there had been up to 3,000 unlucky criminals in New York in 2011.

It sounded like a lot, but on average, that was less than ten people a day.

If the number was distributed equally among the dozen members of the Bat Squad and Ursa Minor, each of them would get less than one criminal each day.

New York City’s ‘criminal resources’ were drying up day by day, and everybody could only safeguard the nearby city of New Jersey.

Parts of the states of New Jersey, New York and Rhode Island got the same treatment.

As the saying went, people died for wealth.

The price of illegal drugs in New York had increased countless times. Even if operations were just one tenth of what they used to be, they still made a lot of money.

The gangs who were unwilling to abandon New York, this super big market, simply scattered and hid in the surrounding areas to fight the Bat Squad.

Luke knew very well that there was no end to criminals, so after controlling the amount, the daily cleanup was basically left to Mindy’s Ursa Minor.

At that moment, there was the sound of knocking not far away.

Both of them turned around at the same time, only to see a figure cancel stealth mode to reveal a dark gray suit of armor.

Luke didn’t say anything. Scott was so scared that he clutched his chest and bent over.

It wasn’t surprising that he had such a strong reaction. It was just that Luke had mentioned a lot about how the Dark Knight had ‘inherited’ Batman’s style of doing things – breaking bones if not crippling criminals altogether.

A good guy like Scott felt very uncomfortable when he heard that.

Now that the Dark Knight was suddenly standing next to him, he was lucky that he wasn’t scared out of his wits.

Knight looked at Luke with his bluish-white eyes. “Sorry, I have something to discuss with him.”

Scott immediately got up. “Okay, I’ll be on my way.” He stepped to the side and was about to squeeze past Knight.

In the end, he felt a weight on his shoulder. He turned his head and lowered his eyes to see a black palm pressing down on his shoulder. Knight’s deep voice rang out. “We haven’t talked yet.”

Scott was about to cry. He raised his hand to press the button on the side of his helmet.

He felt that it was best not to interact too much with Knight, who looked very grim.

D*mn it! Could the person who inherited Batman’s will be a normal person? He had to be a lunatic.

Then, Scott felt that he couldn’t move his hand.

The black hand on his shoulder let go to easily grab his hand before he could press the button.

Scott immediately tried with his other hand – he had used this move many times before.

In the end… his hands were pressed together, as if he were begging for mercy.

Luke stood up with a smile. “Knight, Scott is a nice guy. Don’t tease him.”

Stumped for a moment, Scott suddenly thought of something and looked back and forth between them. “Are you… on the same side?”

Luke shook his head with a smile and patted his shoulder. “Batman and I happened to run into the same group of criminals before.”

Scott still felt like he had been tricked.

But he didn’t give up. “Wait, what if he’s a bad guy in disguise? He’s wearing a mask.”

Luke didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He patted this buffoon’s shoulder again and said, “Trust me: Whoever dares pretend to be the Dark Knight in New York will definitely be sent to the ICU tomorrow.”

Pausing for a moment, he continued, “Don’t worry, Knight never attacks good people.”

With that, he nodded at the Level 2 clone dressed as Knight, and left.

Scott watched him leave in a daze, and suddenly felt that the cafe was quiet. There were no customers talking or waiters moving around; it was like a scene out of a horror flick.

He recalled that he hadn’t heard any noise in the shop since a moment ago.

His face was a little pale. “Did you kill everyone here?”

Knight chuckled and opened the storage slot at Scott’s waist.

After taking out the Pym Particle, he let go of Scott’s hands. “Don’t worry, it’s just a little sedative. They’ll wake up after we’re done talking.”

Scott pulled a long face. “Um, can you give that back to me first? That’s a souvenir from my girlfriend.”

Knight sat down and played with the tube that contained the red Pym Particle. “Oh, really? This is very similar to Dr. Pym’s product.”

As he spoke, he flipped his hand, and another tube containing the red Pym Particle appeared.

The two Pym Particles bounced around in his palm.

The difference was that Scott’s tube was half-empty, while Knight had just taken out a full tube.

Scott’s eyes widened. “This, this, this is impossible. How can Dr. Pym hand over the Pym Particle?”

Knight didn’t think much of it. “A product naturally has to be sold. Do you want it?”

Scott subconsciously nodded.

Knight paused, then placed the two tubes of Pym Particles on the table. “Then, let’s have a good chat. After that, they’re yours.”

Scott’s heart jumped. Wait, the reason he didn’t dare go straight back was because he didn’t have the Pym Particle.

If he could contact Dr. Pym through the Dark Knight, he might be able to obtain enough Pym Particles.

At that time, whether or not this time travel error affected the plan, everyone could still travel through the Quantum Realm again and again to collect the six Stones.