I want to have a date with Superman

The world's best fighting arena converted from a warehouse is as high as a four-story building, but it's not really a four-story building.

The ceiling of the first floor hall is almost seven meters, two stories high, followed by the second and third floors.

The first floor is a fighting arena, the second floor is a nightclub-like rest area, and the third floor is divided into two, with one half being an office area and the other half being converted into a boxer training room.

On the rooftop of the warehouse, a glass loft with one bedroom, four living rooms and a front yard was built using bulletproof glass, light alloy steel, wood and sound insulation panels.

At 7:30 in the morning, the morning sun casts a warm red beam on the earth. The red light fell on the river, sparkling like a red carp jumping on the river.

The red light falls on the glass wall, reflecting thousands of rays of sunlight.

"Hoo ho ho"

In this beautiful and peaceful morning scene, Harley suddenly woke up from the "nightmare" and gasped for air.

Her thick shawl hair was dripping with water, and most of it was wet from root to tip. She was not wearing any clothes, and the sweaty thin blanket hung on her skin like tape.

"Fake, black magic is quick to master, but the side effects are too great."

Harley lifted the thin blanket and walked naked to the bathroom next to her.

The cool water dripped down from the shower head, taking away the sweat and dirt on her body, but it could not wash away the haze in her heart and the looming shadow in front of her eyes.

She couldn't see a shadow, but when she faced the glass or mirror, she could vaguely see an indistinguishable figure behind her.

The first time she saw the shadow, she was frightened and tried to exorcise herself with a "confessional stick" and a cross.

But completely ineffective.

Soon, Harley guessed that the shadow was the source of her nightmares, black legs and feet, and mental depression.

So, she gritted her teeth and once again communicated with the voice of heaven through the big cross.

The voice of heaven was the same as the first time, so ethereal that it had no emotion at all. She expressed her needs and it met her needs.

It told her: This was one of the costs of using dark magic, and no one could help except her to get through it herself. Just like a person who is lazy, God can only advise him to be diligent, but cannot take away laziness from him.

This piece of information cost her two thousand merit points.

Of course, this price is not too bad, because Tian Zhisheng made it clear that it was not the mastermind behind it, and she could even get through it on her own.

In this way, she no longer has to be suspicious, on tenterhooks, forget about food and drink, and stay awake at night.

I have been struggling like this for almost half a year, and the turning point of my "illness" has not yet arrived.

At first she couldn't see the shadow, but now she can see it in the mirror. Now the shadow is getting clearer and clearer. One day, she will be able to see it "with the naked eye".

Perhaps, the turning point will come when the shadow's face is clearly seen?

Is it going to be a good time?

The weird thing is that Harry actually got a lot of benefits from doing this every day: willpower level 2, 55% (last time it was level 2, 5%, which improved the progress by 50%).

Level 2 Willpower and Mental Defense feat: Weak resistance to physical stuns.

For example, when Harley is boxing with others, her will is always clear and she will not be confused by being beaten no matter what.

For another example, even if her neighbor's house is being renovated and cement pavement is being drilled on the street outside the apartment building, she can still open the window and concentrate on the exercise set.

Harley tried it in the ring, and this defensive feat was very useful in combat.

If the level is improved in the future, it may be possible to be completely immune to "dizziness-type field control".

However, what Harley is concerned about is not the improvement of will defense expertise.

As long as she keeps "destroying the will of others", her expertise will improve sooner or later.

The question is, why did her will and spirit become stronger when she was attacked by black magic?

Or is this the practice of traditional black magicians?

She'd asked the question in the magic chat group, and they'd all been dazed and surprised at Harley's point of view.

But even Benjamin, a young genius, began to wonder whether she was the backlash of black magic or whether she had a magical evolution after practicing black magic.

After taking a shower, Hallie dried her hair, rummaged in the cloakroom for a while, and selected a knee-length denim skirt and a sleeveless vest made of Kairav ​​fabric.

Well, Harry, who was afraid of death, immediately customized dozens of sets of clothes made of bulletproof materials for himself as soon as he got rich. There were various styles in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there was no shortage of clothes, shoes and hats.

These clothes are for ordinary people to wear and are not bulletproof at all.

If you think about it, you will understand. Put an egg in a plastic bag and throw it from the second floor. If the bag is not broken, the egg will still break.

Only "bulky" inflatable foam bags can protect eggs from impact damage.

But Harley is not an ordinary person. Her defense is strengthened in all aspects, including internal organs, bones, meridians, muscles, and skin, without defects.

After leaving the bedroom, Harley saw Ivy with her butt and butt stuck out, mopping the floor in the living room.

She also wore the "Harley Family" employee uniform, an H-letter T-shirt.

"You don't have to do this. Every two days, the waitress downstairs will come to clean." Harley walked to the kitchen and said while frying eggs.

"But I can only do this now." Ivy was still mopping the floor.

"It's really strange for you. If it were someone else, you would just eat and drink and live there forever without any psychological burden." Harley said with a smile.

"I can support myself without relying on anyone. Of course, I'm not a freak who awkwardly refuses to accept help from my friends."

Ivy was panting a little while talking and working.

"I didn't say I raised you for nothing."

Harley came out with fried eggs, bacon, sausage, milk and toast, "Come over for breakfast."

Ivy was not polite and sat across from Harley, chewing her share.

"You want me to cook? But I can only make corn flakes," she said.

"When did you start wandering?" Harley asked curiously, taking a bite of the sausage.

Ivy said dullly: "It didn't take long, just over two months. My mother used to cook.

After your father's conviction was overturned, the GCPD began to re-investigate the shooting case of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.

It was Jim Gordon who asked Fish to find out who sold Wayne's watches and necklaces.

I don’t know what they said. When the police detectives came to my house, my father ran away.

He is a habitual criminal with a criminal record. In addition to murder, he has done all kinds of bad things. Of course he will run away when the police detective comes to his house.

The police gave chase and there was a shootout and he was killed.

He died inexplicably.

A few days after my father died, my mother couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide.

Children's Care Center came to my home and sent me to the North State Orphanage.

I was lucky and was adopted by a family within a few days.

My luck was also very bad. They adopted me and only received a monthly subsidy of US$500 from the government.

I was locked up in the basement, and my mother beat me every day and fed me rancid leftovers.

One day when she was not at home, my 'adoptive father' got drunk and went to the basement to try to strengthen me.

I was no ordinary girl. I took the right opportunity to kick his balls open. I also went to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove to burn the house to ashes. "

When saying this, Ivy still raised her head and looked at Harley proudly, as if to say: Look, I'm not much worse than you, right?

Harley gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good job, Gotham girl!"

Ivy smiled happily after receiving the approval from Gotham's female boss.

"What are your plans for the future? Do you want to continue going to school?" Harley asked.

Ivy shook her head and said: "Although I once dreamed of going to college and becoming a botanist, now I understand the reality.

First of all, I couldn’t pass the SAT.

Even if I get an offer from a third-rate university, the high tuition fees will kill me.

Now I have killed my nominal adoptive father."

Harry thought for a moment and said, "I will help you with the tuition fees and criminal record. Focus on studying for two years, and you may be able to regain your dream."

"I can no longer be an ordinary student, just like you will no longer participate in gymnastics competitions." Ivy said with a complicated expression.

Harley chewed her food silently.

After a moment of silence, Ivy twisted a few times uncomfortably and said, "Are you selling dupe?

I have a knack for taking care of plants, and I used to help look after coca leaves for the Eyepatch Gang in Brooklyn.

Unfortunately, the cost was too high and it was far cheaper than importing it directly from South America. Within half a month, the Eye Mask Gang went bankrupt and I lost my job.

However, there should be a certain profit margin if you switch to hemp grass that does not have such high requirements for the growing environment. "

“I have recently been researching soilless cultivation technology. Using electric lights with special light waves to replace the sun can increase the planting area per unit space and increase profits several times.

You have a lot of warehouses, you don’t need to empty them all, you just need to build a glass greenhouse on the rooftop like now.”

Looking at Ivy's flushed face and shining eyes with excitement, Harley was stunned for a while.

This girl seems to have less moral integrity than a kitten!

"No, I won't touch Du Ping!" Ha Li quickly interrupted her grand plan: "In fact, what I do is all legitimate business.

Even the ‘No. 1 Fighting Tournament in the World’ has a license issued by the city hall.

In the future, I also plan to make it a global league like the WBA. "

"Well, legitimate business, illegal monopoly," she concluded.

"Huh?" Ivy was startled and said doubtfully, "But it seems like last night, I saw a lot of people in your fighting arena having fun."

Harley waved her hand and said: "Guests brought them in by themselves, drug dealers are not allowed in the fighting arena.

For this reason, Inspector Fras of the Anti-Narcotics Group came to see me specially.

I didn't see him at all and just told him to get lost.

Then, he asked people to sell the goods in parking lots and roadsides.

It's not my territory, I don't care, I can't control it. "

"Then, I will be a female gunner?" Ivy looked hesitant and unsure of herself.

"Don't make a decision in a hurry now. I'll take you for a walk down there later."

"Quak quack quack" Suddenly, a crow flapped its wings and lightly hit the glass wall.

"Hey, this crow is so strange. It has dark green eyes that seem to be shining?" Ivy put down her fork and went to the window to open it.

"Hey, Ivy, stop!" Harley looked contemplative and quickly stopped her, "Green-eyed crows like to poop everywhere, don't let it in."

"Really?" Ivy wrinkled her nose and backed away.

"Quack, quack, quack!" The crow's green eyes were tinged with darkness, and there was actually a kind of human anger.

"Ivy, you go downstairs to find old Gibbs first. He is familiar with all matters in the boxing ring and will definitely be able to help you find a good job."

After Ivy left with an inexplicable expression, Harley opened the window and sighed: "I have mental illness, as you know, I am undergoing treatment, I take medicine every day, and I have no time or energy to complete tasks."

The crow exploded with a bang and turned into a twisted ghost made of black smoke. It roared at Harley: "You are the one who pooped everywhere! The Witch Master thinks your strength is low and wants to give you an Avanti."