This time, he equipped his Batsuit with a pair of adamantium claws.
He also reattached the bat cape he'd previously discarded—but this was no ordinary cape.
It had been woven by him using vibranium thread and a rare memory-metal alloy.
Despite its advanced materials, the cape functioned much like the original: when an electric current passed through it, the fabric stiffened, enabling both gliding and defense against attacks.
However, thanks to the vibranium weave, its toughness far surpassed that of the original.
"Boss, is this your third-generation Batsuit?"
Miss 2B's eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed at the armor before her.
"It even has a cape—it looks so cool! And those adamantium claws seem seriously destructive.
By the way, does this third-gen suit have a new codename?
The first was called the Standard Batsuit, the second the Flying Batsuit… so what's the third?"
Loren raised a hand and gently ran his fingers over the armor, his expression soft with affection.
Then he chuckled. "Where'd you get those codenames? I don't even know them myself."
"Hey, I made them up!"
"Since you love nicknames so much, how about this—let's call it the Bat-Bat Armor!"
"Fine," Loren relented with a grin. "Since this third-gen suit emphasizes the adamantium claws, let's go with… Ripper Batsuit!"
"Uh… you really are a naming genius," he added dryly.
"Boss, do you want to spar with me?" 2B asked eagerly.
"Spar? Again? I just surrendered once! My old waist can't take your 'torture' anymore." Loren shook his head quickly.
Hearing this, 2B blushed and hurried to clarify. "That's not what I meant! I meant a real fight—your claws versus my Miaodao. Don't you want to test my limits?"
"Fight? Forget it.
I don't want to get pummeled. At full power, you can unleash nearly 20 tons of force.
Even in this Batsuit, I max out at around 8 tons.
We're just not on the same level. You know what they say—fancy moves mean nothing against absolute strength.
So no, I can't test your limits. You need a stronger opponent."
"But where do we find someone stronger?" 2B asked, crestfallen.
"We'll wait. We'll meet him eventually. After all… this is the Marvel Universe!" Loren said with a knowing smile.
"Boss… I'm starting to understand why you didn't kill Tony Stark back then. It's because true masters are always lonely, aren't they?"
"Ha! I'm glad you get it. That means you've grown." Loren yawned.
He'd spent the past few days tirelessly upgrading both 2B and the Batsuit—and sleep had become a luxury.
Even though he'd been injected with the perfected Super-Soldier Serum, his body wasn't made of iron; fatigue was catching up.
Now, he'd hit his limit. It was time to rest.
"2B, go run your tests on your own from now on. I need to catch up on sleep—I'm exhausted."
With that, Loren turned and headed toward the bedroom.
The moment he mentioned going to bed, it was as if a switch flipped in 2B.
Her eyes lit up instantly.
"Boss, you're going to bed? Perfect! That's the ideal time to test my temperature-regulation protocols. I'll warm your bed right away!"
As she spoke, Miss 2B bounded into the bedroom like a little rabbit and then lay down naked on the bed.
Slowly, she stretched her long, slender, pale legs out from beneath the quilt and crooked a finger at Loren.
"Boss, come quickly!!"
"....." Loren said nothing.
Faced with such an erotic scene, Loren couldn't help but raise his hand and slap his forehead.
An expression eerily reminiscent of Huang Bo crossed his face.
"Here we go again… Isn't this over yet?!"
Thanks to Miss 2B's attentive care, Loren soon drifted off to sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, Miss 2B was already gone—no one knew where she'd gone.
However, Tifa had taken over her shift and now lay beside him.
"How long have I been asleep?" Loren sat up and stretched, eyeing Tifa with mild curiosity.
"Boss, you fell asleep at 10 a.m. yesterday morning. It's already 5 p.m. today—you've slept for a total of 31 hours."
"Thirty-one hours? That's a long time… but what a great sleep! I finally feel alive again!"
As he spoke, Loren sprang to his feet with a somersault.
"Where's 2B?"
"She just stepped out. She said she was going for a physical exam. She hasn't come back yet."
"Well, let her be. By the way, did anything strange happen while I was sleeping?"
"Nothing unusual—except the Stark Group sent you an invitation."
"The Stark Group sent me an invitation?"
"Boss, have you forgotten?" Tifa reminded him gently. "Your Morgan family is one of the shareholders of Stark Industries, holding 20% of the shares. That makes you the second-largest shareholder after Tony Stark himself. They're hosting a gala to showcase their latest technological breakthroughs, and of course they had to invite you."
"What? I'm the second-largest shareholder of Stark Industries? How come I didn't know about this?" Loren looked genuinely confused—and a little stunned.
"Boss, it's not your fault," Tifa explained. "The Morgan family is incredibly wealthy and has investments in hundreds of top-tier companies worldwide. You've only just taken over the family business, so it's understandable that you're not up to speed on everything.
Besides, these matters were previously handled by your butler, Freddy. He probably didn't want to burden you, so he never passed on the official responsibilities."
Loren nodded silently. Truth be told, in Freddy's eyes, he was still just a hopeless playboy—so of course the family affairs wouldn't have been entrusted to him.
"Well," he sighed, "even though Freddy turned out to be an undercover agent planted by my aunt, he did have his own way of doing things—that's undeniable. If he hadn't betrayed me, he really would've been a valuable ally.
But now that you're by my side, things feel… steadier. I can actually relax a little."
"Boss," Tifa said firmly, "I'll take excellent care of the family business for you—and I'll never let you down."
"I believe in you," Loren replied with a smile. "By the way—when's the party?"
"Tonight at 7 p.m."
"Seven?! That doesn't leave much time!" He jumped up. "Hurry—help me get dressed! I want to see how that idiot Tony Stark carries himself!"