What bad intentions could Batman have?.

"you……"

Everyone was dumbfounded by what happened in front of them.

First, Mr. Blair was so irritable that he wanted to beat up a middle school kid, and then Mr. Bruce Wayne, who had returned, was even more irritable and directly broke the arm of Mr. Blair, the richest businessman in Philadelphia.

"Cool!" Billy became the first person to react after a brief moment of silence: "This is really cool."

He was so carried away that he directly pulled his stinky feet out of the shoes that he had not completely put on, and then tried to step on Blair who was lying on the ground. Such behavior was of course criticized by his adoptive father Victor. Vasquez picked it up from behind.

"Hey, let me go!"

Billy opened his hands and fluttered wildly, but he couldn't stop himself from being forcefully pulled backwards by the middle-aged man wearing glasses.

"This is crazy!"

"This is no fun." But then he heard the voice of his adoptive father, Victor Vasquez.

After he pulled Billy behind, he and Principal Peach stepped forward to help Blair who was lying on the ground.

"This is intentional harm." The middle-aged man wearing glasses said seriously.

He stared into the eyes of the burly Bruce Wayne without fear. Only when they stood close enough did Billy realize that his adoptive father was half a head shorter than Mr. Wayne.

Only then did Billy realize that the atmosphere was a little tense.

"Get out of the way." He heard Mr. Wayne say to his adoptive father: "Don't get in my way...sir."

Billy almost felt his heart skip a beat. Mr. Wayne is so scary when he squints his eyes, like a giant bat spreading his wings.

"Sorry, can't do it."

But his adoptive father answered the burly rich man.

He spoke clearly and argued hard, without backing down:

"You can't attack Mr Blair anymore. He does deserve to be punished, or pay a price, but not in this way, not in front of his children."

Billy was starting to worry that his adoptive father was going to get spanked—damn it, why should I worry about that? But it’s a homestay again…

"Oh my gosh, my arm is broken..."

Billy lowered his head and saw Mr. Blair moaning in pain.

His arms were abnormally twisted and painful to look at. His arrogant face turned pale from the severe pain, and he bowed to the ground like a prawn.

Billy sighed.

Okay, he knows that's cowardly, right? It was clear that the man lying on the ground wanted to attack him just now, but now he wants to speak for this scumbag...

Billy shook his head.

He is a sensible child. Even though he acts like he is careless and doesn't understand anything, he still understands the boundaries of what he should do after having been with dozens of host families over the years.

He can fight with Mr. Blair's son, and even scold him directly because of his young age.

But to directly twist the arm... This is obviously beyond the boundaries of a normal conflict.

Perhaps Mr. Bruce Wayne attacked Mr. Blair out of righteous indignation, but would he have stayed in Philadelphia? No, but Mr Blair will.

He had to...he had to think about his adoptive father.

So he hesitated: "Mr. Wayne, you..."

"Mr. Blair, are you going to call the police?"

But the next moment Billy heard Mr. Wayne's voice: "Just tell me, and this kid...your name is Billy Batson, right?"

"Ah, yes. Yes, sir." Billy said with some stumbling.

He lowered his head, and from his angle, he could just see the expression on Mr. Blair's face.

The resentment mixed with pain made Billy shudder. This was the first time he saw someone else showing such an expression. Although it was difficult for him to confirm what this expression meant due to his age, he still felt extremely uncomfortable.

But the expression soon melted on Mr. Blair's face.

Billy saw that when he turned to face Mr. Wayne, he had a completely different face.

"No, I have absolutely no intention of calling the police."

There was a flattering look on his face, and he forcefully swallowed every bit of pain into his stomach, like a pug: "Please don't worry."

"Huh?" said Billy, "but your arm is broken!"

"I broke it myself!" A look of anxiety appeared on Mr. Blair's face: "It has nothing to do with Mr. Wayne!"

"Mr. Blair, if you want to call the police, I can..."

Principal Peach helped him up from the ground. Before he could finish his words, Blair, who had both of his arms broken, struggled to free himself and help him.

Blair's decision was decisive. Since he was determined not to fall out with Bruce Wayne, he would follow through.

He forced a smile and pretended to laugh easily: "I did make a mistake this time, I admit it, hahahaha!"

Smiling and smiling, his face was a little distorted. He had always been pampered and had never suffered such a big sin.

"Hahahahahaha, I broke my arm myself. Mr. Wayne and I are friendly partners, hahahaha, we have a great relationship!"

When he told lies with his eyes open until the last sentence, he tried his best to control himself not to look like he was gritting his teeth.

Then he saw a smile forming on Bruce Wayne's lips again.

This relieved him.

This level has been passed. As long as the partnership with Wayne Group is not lost, the loss is not too serious. It's not in vain that he tortures himself.

He is so stupid! He clearly knew that Mr. Bruce Wayne had just left and acted mischievously in the principal's office. The prospect of cooperating with the Wayne Group and becoming an even richer man made him so excited that he could not tolerate any disobedience.

As a result, Mr. Wayne saw it and almost made it self-defeating. Such behavior was really, really, really stupid.

But fortunately it can be remedied.

"I will never call the police." He repeatedly promised: "Absolutely not."

"Really? But I'm going to call the police."

"...?"

Click.

Mr. Blair's smile froze on his face.

Before he could react, he found that Mr. Bruce had suddenly put silver handcuffs on his broken arms, and the next second, several people in black suits filed in, followed by two policemen.

Blair watched blankly as the leader in the black suit walked up to Bruce Wayne: "Mr. Wayne, thank you for helping us catch him."

"you……"

Mr. Blair had a vague suspicion in his mind, but he didn't want to believe it.

"Hey, Mr. Bruce, you love to joke, this is..."

Looking at Mr. Bruce Wayne, there was still a smile on his face. This smile made him think he had passed the test a few seconds ago, but now it only brought him a bone-chilling chill.