In Gotham City, the night fell like a huge piece of black silk, hanging heavily and tightly covering the entire city.

Fine raindrops fell mercilessly from the sky like cold silver needles, hitting the dirt and moss-covered streets.

Neon lights flickered in the rain, and the light was like a distress signal sent by a drowning person in the dark abyss. Although brilliant, it revealed an indescribable despair, adding a touch of unreality to the gloom of the city, as if this world was a huge, crumbling stage set that could collapse at any time.

Qin Yang stood at the entrance of a narrow alley. The alley was like a hideous wound on the earth, emitting a foul and damp smell.

It is surrounded by mottled walls, which are peeling off piece by piece like scales shed by a dying person, revealing the dark red bricks inside. The bricks seem to be silently telling the vicissitudes and sufferings of this city.

The occasional low roar, like the roar of evil spirits coming from the depths of hell, echoed in this narrow space, making people terrified.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, like a few stubborn hillocks.

Qin Yang tried to mobilize the remaining photon energy in his body. The blue veins on his forehead throbbed slightly, like a few restless little snakes winding under his skin.

His eyes sparkled with an unyielding light, which was like two lone stars in the darkness. Although faint, it burned firmly, as if announcing its existence to the endless darkness.

Qin Yang said to himself: "Although 30% of the Yellow Monkey template is not strong enough, it is enough for me to cope with the initial challenges.

System, give me a detailed analysis of the current status."

The voice seemed a little abrupt in this quiet alley, but it carried an unquestionable determination, like a lone soldier cheering himself up before a battle.

The system prompt said mechanically and calmly: "The host's current status says: Strength, speed, and defense are all reduced to 30% of the original template, and the skills retained are - primary photon elementization and primary lightning attack.

It is recommended to prioritize finding resources, unlocking new skills, or upgrading existing skills.”

The system voice was devoid of any emotion, just like an indifferent judge reading out a verdict, cold and decisive. Every word struck Qin Yang's heart like a heavy hammer, making him more aware of the dire situation he was in.

Qin Yang raised his lips slightly and said: "Resources? Gotham City is never short of 'surprises'.

System, start scanning for nearby resources."

At this moment, there was a barely perceptible cunning in the arc of Qin Yang's mouth, just like a cunning fox smelling the scent of its prey.

The system prompt said: "Scanning... Potential allies found: Batman, located in the clock tower in the city center; potential enemies found: The Joker, who has been active in the old city recently.

At the same time, several illegal trading points were detected, which may contain rare materials.”

The mechanical sound echoed in the humid air, like an invisible tour guide directing Qin Yang to the various attractions in this dangerous yet opportunity-filled city.

Qin Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Don't rush to find Batman. He is too high-profile and may easily cause unnecessary trouble.

The Joker...is a good entry point. Maybe his chaos can be used to my advantage.

As for the illegal trading point, it's exactly what I need."

Qin Yang's brows were slightly frowned, like two dark clouds tangled above his eyes.

There was a thoughtful gleam in his eyes, like two small lights groping in the darkness, weighing the pros and cons of every option.

I calculated silently in my mind, and each thought was like a chess piece, moving carefully on the chessboard in my mind.

Then, Qin Yang shuttled through the dark alleys of Gotham, his steps light and agile, like a black cat shuttling through the darkness. Carefully avoiding the puddles and garbage on the ground, every step was like dancing a dangerous dance.

The raindrops hit his body and slid down his cheeks like cold tears.

His eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any corner where danger might be hidden.

Finally, Qin Yang came to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, which was one of the illegal trading points marked by the system.

The door of the warehouse is covered with rust, like a face covered with pockmarks. The rust is like the scars of time, telling of its past vicissitudes.

Most of the glass in the warehouse's windows had been shattered, with only a few fragments still stubbornly hanging on the window frames, swaying in the wind like a few broken flags.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, which were like a group of hungry refugees, frantically snatching every inch of nutrients from this barren land.

Qin Yang whispered to himself: "It seems that tonight will not be boring."

The sound was low and hoarse, like a rusty saw cutting a piece of hard wood.

His eyes were flashing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and that light was like the magma in the crater of a volcano about to erupt, surging deep in his eyes.

Pushing open the door, the warehouse was brightly lit, and the bright light made Qin Yang's eyes squint slightly.

A group of gang members were sitting around a long table with various contraband items scattered on the table.

Those contraband items sparkled temptingly under the light, like a group of imprisoned demons issuing tempting calls.

The gang leader looked up vigilantly and said, "Who?!" His voice was like the hissing of a disturbed snake, full of hostility.

There was a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and that light was like two sharp daggers, stabbing straight at Qin Yang.

The gang leader had a long scar on his face, extending from his forehead to his chin, like a winding centipede lying on his face, making his face look even more hideous.

Qin Yang walked in slowly. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to strike a firm note on the ground.

At this time, Qin Yang said with a calm expression but unquestionable majesty: "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to make a deal."

The sound echoed in the warehouse, like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Although it seemed calm, it caused ripples in the hearts of these gang members.

The gang leader sneered and said, "Deal? What do you want to exchange? Money? Or your life?" His sneer was like a cold north wind that blew through the small warehouse, making the atmosphere even colder.

His teeth were jagged and gleamed yellow in the light, like a row of rotten fences.

The gang leader leaned forward slightly, like a wild beast ready to pounce on its prey, full of aggression.

Qin Yang smiled slightly, flicked his fingertips, and a tiny flash of lightning jumped in the air.

The lightning was like a nimble little snake, twisting its body in the air, making crackling sounds. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited by this force, emitting a faint smell of burning.

The gang members exclaimed and took a few steps back. (End of this chapter)