Transformed into the mysterious figure who caused the storm last night.

"Shet!!"

Jameson was stunned.

His words just now were just a test, not that he didn't believe that Anton was Batman.

Of course, what I never expected was that Anton was so easy and without hiding it, revealing the secret to himself.

"You you you you..."

Jameson was incoherent and widened his eyes, looking at Anton in his armor, and directly ignored the mysterious means that Anton showed.

"I am very merciful, respecting the elderly and loving the young, and you don't need to eat the newspaper."

Anton waved his hand again, restored his original form, and said lightly: "But don't ask some things. Old man, you will slowly re-understand this world."

Jameson was stunned and came to his senses, full of childishness and enthusiasm.

"Where is your motorcycle?"

"I have to say that you inherited my taste and that motorcycle is doing well..."
Chapter completed!