Chapter 794

You dared to rummage through my house and move in without my permission??!

Bruce Wayne!

You damn disrespectful bastard!

I should've shot you before I left! Only lying in a hospital will you behave!

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Bruce was momentarily stunned; he had been surprised to see Selina appear before him, but he hadn't expected her to return not for a tender reunion or passionate reconciliation, but to settle scores.

Selina rushed back so quickly not out of concern for Bruce's mental state, but because Maggie told her Bruce was packing up her things and planning to move in—she flew back in a rage.

Selina kept cursing, saying: "You damn arrogant, rule-breaking rich prick! Don't you know this will ruin my reputation in the East End? Boyfriend? Even if you were my husband, you couldn't live in my apartment! I rent this place—I'm the only one who gets to enter. Everyone else gets the hell out!"

As she ranted, Selina dragged Bruce through the East End streets back to her old apartment. They had barely stepped inside when they ran into the landlord coming down the stairs.

The landlord froze at the sight of them, but Selina didn't pause—she stormed forward and slapped him hard, leaving three bloody streaks on his cheek.

Huff!

You East End idiot, dumber than a groundhog and blind as a mole!

I should've shot your mother before I left and made you crawl home crying!

Shove her ashes into the crotch of the madam next door!

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"Selina! Are you insane?!" Huff shouted. "You're the one who brought a stranger home and let him live there!"

Selina extended her black-nail-polished index finger and jabbed it into Huff's nose. "You let a thief from the East End into my apartment? Tomorrow, I'll hang your son's head from my balcony!"

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"I already said—it's because your boyfriend moved in without permission. He's not from around here—you should know that..."

Selina swung her other hand and slapped Huff again. "When did I say I wasn't living here anymore?! Do you care who I bring home to sleep over? Why don't you go yell at your wife for kissing black men's—?!"

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Their shouting echoed down the entire hallway. Many residents poked their heads out. When they saw it was Selina and Huff fighting, most quickly pulled back inside. After a long while, an old man stepped forward and said:

"Stop it! Stop it! Where do you get the energy to fight like this? I get it—you were gone two days and brought a man home. So what? Nothing bad happened, did it?"

"But if everyone acted like her, who knows when some lunatic might blow up my building?!" Huff retorted, neck stiff.

Selina crossed her arms and sneered: "Oh? You ignore the filth on the third floor who brings women home? You ignore the green-haired guy on the fifth floor who hires prostitutes five times a week? And you—this stinking old gambler—stop pretending to be righteous. Do you think I don't know? A month ago, your son murdered a girl in his room..."

"What do you want?!" Huff growled. "I've already reclaimed your apartment and rented it to someone else. Get out—now!"

Selina turned, snatched the umbrella from Bruce's hand, and swung it straight at Huff. He had no time to react—only raised his arm to shield his face.

As she struck, she yelled: "Filthy, rule-breaking vermin! Tonight, your name will be known throughout the East End!"

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The old man rushed forward to intervene. "Selina! Stop acting like a madwoman—you're keeping everyone from sleeping..."

"Huff! Huff! Are you just letting her do this? Just give her the rent back! Don't you earn enough?!"

"This damn scumbag, this whore!" Huff cursed as he took the blows. The old man kept urging: "You know she's a whore! Aren't you afraid she'll climb into the boss's bed one day and shoot you?"

Suddenly, four bloody scratches tore across Huff's back. Seeing blood, the onlookers rushed forward to pull them apart.

In the end, Huff's clothes were shredded rags, Selina's hair was wild and loose. She yanked her long hair back with one forceful motion, gasping for breath:

"I've been gone only a few days, and you, this pathetic coward, dare to challenge me? If you don't give me an explanation tonight, I'll smash every window in this building!"

Huff, panting and wheezing, managed: "Selina... you... you crazy woman..."

"Am I just crazy now?!" Selina shouted. "I've been running this neighborhood for years—did you just meet me today?!"

She lunged again to grab Huff's shirt. His wife rushed out, but she was no match for Selina. His teenage son, barely in his teens, dared not approach. None of the residents could stop the raging Selina.

Bruce had long been shoved to the side—not only could he not stop Selina, he couldn't even stop the crowd trying to break it up.

His combat training only worked in one-on-one duels, face-to-face showdowns—this chaotic street brawl? The more techniques he knew, the more blows he'd take.

But Selina was clearly a master. No matter how many people pulled at her, she focused solely on beating the hell out of Huff.

She didn't have the size to overpower the big man, so she used her claws and teeth to full advantage—nails and teeth both slashing, repeatedly targeting already wounded areas. The skin around the four gashes on his back was nearly torn off.

"Huff! Huff!" someone shouted. "Don't you know this wildcat's always been a lunatic? Why rent her place to someone else?!"

"Just give her the rent back!" another said. "It's only a few bucks—if she targets you, the medical bills will be more than that!"

Everyone helping to break it up agreed. Huff finally snapped. "Stop! Selina!"

Selina panted, shaking her hand, flicking the blood off her fingertips. She glared at Huff. "Give me my money back—or I'll make you and your family regret it."

Huff winced, touching his wounds, and ordered his wife to fetch the money. She returned with a single bill—far larger than the rent.

Selina snatched it instantly. "This treasure is mine! Don't follow me—or I'll gouge out your eyes!"

She stepped backward slowly. When she reached Bruce, she grabbed his arm and dragged him running. Huff chased after them but couldn't match their speed.

In a pitch-black alley, Selina finally stopped, gripping her knees as she gasped for air.

After a moment, she straightened up, one hand clutching the bill, the other extending her index and middle fingers to snap the edge of the banknote with a crisp sound. She smiled. "Great return right after coming back!"

Then she turned to Bruce. "I still don't get it—how did you let yourself get kicked out by a worm like Huff?"

Bruce had snapped out of his philosophical daze—he was now stunned in a different way. He had never seen this version of Catwoman.

Usually, Selina wasn't dominant around him. Most of the time, Batman took the lead. She loved to cuddle, to whisper sweetly when discussing things—like a kitten purring in her master's lap.

But today, Bruce realized he'd misunderstood Catwoman. Whether she purred or not—was this even a housecat? Why did she look more like a tigress?

Bruce had never heard Selina speak like this—her voice at least ten times rougher than usual, higher-pitched, louder, hurling curses without restraint, spitting filth like it cost nothing. Ten people in the hallway couldn't match her one mouth.

But then Selina leaned close again, her voice suddenly soft: "Alright, since I got my rent back, I won't blame you. But never enter my place again. My apartment is mine. If you need a place to sleep, go home."

Bruce, listening to her gentle tone, wondered if the earlier scene had been a hallucination. Then Selina noticed the cuts on his face. She sucked in a sharp breath and cupped his cheeks. "Oh my god, baby—what happened to you?"

She sniffed, then said: "You didn't get splashed with chemicals, did you?... Oh, on your face? What did you go do?!"

Selina stepped back, scanning Bruce from head to toe—and noticed something off about his outfit.

Especially his shoes. She remembered Bruce usually wore polished leather dress shoes. These rubber boots—why did they look exactly like what East Enders wore?

"Where did you buy these boots?" Selina crouched to inspect them. "Why buy this patched-up junk?... Did someone scam you??"

Selina realized something was wrong. She stood up, locked eyes with Bruce, hands on her hips. "What the hell have you been doing this past month? Tell me now."

Bruce didn't want to answer—he'd already sensed the problem. Men always had extra pride around beautiful women. Facing this version of Selina, he felt guilty.

But as Selina's gaze grew colder, Bruce remembered Huff's bloody face—and decided to tell the truth.

Bruce didn't want to say it, because he had already vaguely sensed the problem—men always have extra pride when facing beautiful women, so with Selina like this, he felt a bit guilty.

Selina nodded, showing no surprise—Maggie had already told her.

Then she frowned. "Just a month? How did you end up like this? Did something happen? Did the Joker come back? Did he hurt you?"

Bruce hesitated, then shook his head. "No... he didn't hurt me. He helped me."

Selina's eyes grew even more puzzled. She studied Bruce's weary expression. "Alright. I ask, you answer. First—where did you get these boots?"

Bruce didn't know how to begin, but he still shook his head and said, "No… he didn't hurt me—he helped me."

Selina's eyes grew more puzzled; seeing Bruce's weary demeanor, she said, "Alright, I ask, you answer—first, where did these shoes come from?"

"Five dollars."

"What?!"

Five dollars.

How much???