A few minutes later, when the clown swallowed a bite of food from his mouth, he went to the door of the house where he stayed, and just fired the lighter on the coffee table and threw it into the kitchen before leaving.

"call!"

With a light sound, when cooking, the oil stains that were sprinkled all over the floor by him were instantly ignited because of his poor cooking skills, and the flames began to spread wildly.

Seeing this, the clown jumped out of the house.

"Bang!"

The door was closed forcefully by the clown.

But the next second, the door was pushed open again, and the clown bent down at the empty room with thick smoke, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the reception!"

After the words came, the clown closed the door again and walked out with a brisk pace. When he reached the gate, a poker fell down his fingers and fell on the turquoise grass.

And when he walked out of the door, an explosion occurred in the house behind him, and then the fire began to spread.

The clown narrowed his eyes in the sunlight and smiled, "The game has begun, but I need new players...or cannon fodder? No, no, it's too ruthless to say this, it should be a partner."

"Yeah, that's right, buddy."

"Hehe! The dark creatures in this city can't wait, so let's start the party!"

...

Underground of Wayne Manor, in the secret base named Bat Cave by Bruce Wayne.

Sitting in front of a computer, Bruce Wayne's fingers were pounding rapidly on the keyboard, inquiring about everything about the clown.

He knew the destructive power of this crazy guy, so he was so worried about the clown who appeared again.

Joker playing cards, homicide cases...

Recently, all kinds of people who died under the clown appeared on the computer in front of Bruce Wayne.

He tried to find some rules from the dead, but the result was even more chaotic.

Because there is no rule, the dead and the dead are inseparable from each other.

After rubbing his forehead, Bruce Wayne murmured: "Why are he doing these things? Is it just to announce his return? Or..."

As his eyes lit up, Bruce Wayne murmured: "Is it giving me, no, is it giving Batman a signal?"

"I don't know if it's the crazy clown who gave you a signal, what I know is what I'm about to tell you!"

Just as Bruce Wayne's voice just fell, Afu's voice sounded in the bat cave where there was no second person.

"You're a child now, and Gotham doesn't need Batman anymore. It's already moving towards a better place."

"For Damian and Miranda, you shouldn't be thinking about what threats are going on."

Bruce Wayne's eyelids drooped, reached out and turned off the computer, saying, "Maybe you are right, but if I really need to take action, I will take action, because this is my promise to this city."

Afu looked at Bruce Wayne's eyes, picked up his eyes firmly and unshakable, and shook his head. Although he looked helpless, he didn't say anything. He changed the topic and said, "Since that's the case, you should go to work well!"

Now it was Bruce Wayne's turn to be helpless. After smiling, he nodded, he went over and hugged his old housekeeper and said, "Okay, my Ah Fu!"

...

In a conference room full of sunshine but full of dark smell, a group of gangsters sat on one side of an oval conference table, while a man with green hair and a long purple suit sat on the other side.

Although there are many people on one side, they look at the other side with vigilant eyes, as if the other side is a terrifying beast.

"What should I do next?"

The clown pinched his knife and shaved his nails, as if he was asking himself, and as if he was asking the gangsters in front of him.

“Yes, yes!”

Before the gangsters could answer, the clown laughed loudly and said, "Let your people start to recover from chaos, let's do anything wrong! I have to let that lunatic come out first!"

"Hireless?" I thought the gangster sneered and said, "You are more like a lureless than Batman!"

The clown was silent for a moment and said very seriously: "You don't realize that someone who dresses up as a bat is a lunatic?"

When the clown asked in this tone, the gangster was a little scared and could only bite the bullet and say, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say?" The clown looked sarcastic and pointed the gangsters opposite with the knife in his hand, and smiled: "I want to say, even if I am a lunatic, don't you rely on me now?"

"Without me, I want to say... all of you here are rubbish!"

"you!"

"asshole!"

"court death!"

Hearing the clown's words, a group of big men shouted out, and they looked like they were about to tear the clown apart.

But the clown looked at those who only dared to make noise and no one dared to do it, and the ridicule in his eyes gradually turned into contempt.

"Enough!" At this moment, an old man sitting in the middle whispered, and the scene suddenly became quiet. Then, the old man said to the clown: "We can cooperate with your actions, but is it enough to just cause some chaos?"

"What are your plans next?"

"What are you going to do next?" The clown asked back, and the knife in his hand turned between his fingers and said sarcastically: "In the next game, you supporting characters cannot participate. Just listen to my orders, and..."

The little knife in his hand was beaten, and the clown's blood-red mouth provoked a terrifying arc and said, "The more you know, the greater the possibility of my failure. You... are better off than failure!"

As soon as he said that, he was filled with anger again, but the clown leisurely stretched out one hand to support his head, and the other hand slapped, knocking on the table with a strange rhythm, saying, "Don't be angry, it's useless to be angry, because I'm telling the truth."

"If you want Gotham to become a land of sin again, you must first destroy the image he has accumulated and make the city lose its worship and faith in him. I can destroy the image of Batman in public! You can't do it, I can!"

After the words came, the big guys looked at each other.

Finally, the boss sitting in the middle said, "You said you can do it, but you have to give us some confidence, right? For example, how do you do it?"

"Hehe!" The clown grinned, stretched out his finger and gestured in front of him, licked his lips, and smiled, "Why do you think I have disappeared for so long? Hehe, I have mastered some of his little secrets, a fatal little secret!"

"Oh, don't ask what this little secret is! It won't work if you say it!"

The clown stood up and walked towards the door, saying, "Let's start to move tonight!"

As the words fell, the clown disappeared.
Chapter completed!