"Don't shoot!" Gordon was the first to raise his hands, shouting, "We don't have any weapons!"

"I know." Feng Bujue said, casually placing the submachine gun he was holding on a nearby console. "But I do..." Before the words left his mouth, he pulled three grenades from his pocket, "...and I have plenty."

"You... what do you want to do..." Gordon's face paled with fear, his eyes fixed on the grenades in Jue-ge's hands.

"Yeah... what do I want to do..." Feng Bujue repeated, then, like a juggler, tossed the three grenades between his hands. ""

"Ha..." Ruoyu Shen Shen sighed, but she said nothing, letting Jue-ge continue his antics.

"Aha! I've got it!" Feng Bujue said, catching two grenades in one hand, while raising his index finger to the side of his face with a sudden flash of inspiration.

The moment he raised that finger, he casually tossed the third grenade away.

"Oh! God!" Gordon exclaimed in shock. He immediately lunged forward, catching the grenade in a diving catch like an outfielder.

"Nice catch, 'Commissioner Gordon'." Feng Bujue smiled at Gordon, who was sprawled on the ground. His words were laced with obvious sarcasm, especially when he said the words "Commissioner Gordon."

"You're a madman!" Gordon shouted, his face covered in sweat. "You'll get yourself killed too!"

"But aren't I alive and well?" Feng Bujue retorted.

With that, he put the two grenades back into his jacket pocket, and then pulled out the pearl-handled pistol.

"There are things in this world that people can control," Jue-ge said, holding the gun against his chin, "and some they can't."

*Click*

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, a clown's signature smile on his face.

At the moment he pulled the trigger, everyone in the room except Ruoyu and Jue-ge himself flinched slightly.

"Hahaha..." Feng Bujue laughed, squatting down to look at Gordon up close. "You must have thought... brains would explode, right?" He paused. "That's right... this is the gun you gave me, with only one bullet in it."

As he spoke, Jue-ge pointed the gun at Gordon's brow: "You thought you had everything under control, that I couldn't escape that car..."

"No... don't..." Gordon was already begging for mercy, because he really didn't know what this crazy man in front of him would do.

"...Even if I managed to escape that car, I'd only have one bullet," Feng Bujue continued. "Under those conditions, two or three thugs could probably take me out... Hehehe... That's roughly what you were thinking, right?" As he said this, he pushed the gun forward a little more. "You spout all that nonsense about everyone having a chance... as if the world is equal and anyone can become the god of Gotham..."

Gordon was so frightened that he couldn't speak, shaking like a leaf, his face covered in sweat.

"But what's the reality?" Feng Bujue continued his twisted worldview. "Everything is under human control... This show... Hehe... Isn't it too boring?" He chuckled maniacally and pulled the trigger again.

The gun didn't fire, still no bullet. But Gordon was already scared into unconsciousness.

"Excuse me, young man over there." Feng Bujue stood up, put away the pistol, and picked up the two submachine guns again. "Help me connect to the city's big screens." He said, then turned back to Ruoyu, "Honey, can you put the headset on me?"

Ruoyu responded to Jue-ge with an icy look, a look that was especially frightening on Harley Quinn's smoky-eyed face: "Okay~ Pudding..." She drawled, finishing the sentence with a very unwilling tone, and walked forward, freeing one hand to take the headset from Gordon's head and put it on Jue-ge's head.

Their lines were fine, very much in line with the Joker and Harley Quinn's persona, but the way they expressed it seemed out of place no matter how you looked at it...

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?" Feng Bujue asked, becoming enraged (acting) when he saw that the staff member being pointed at with a gun was still not moving, only staring at him with terrified eyes.

"Do as he says." Dr. Clipper said at this time. He had a sneer on his face, still smoking, appearing very calm.

The staff member was originally afraid of being held responsible by the_Bruce afterwards, which would lead to an even more miserable death. Hearing Clipper speak, he immediately felt as if he had been granted amnesty, and quickly turned around, connecting the video signal in the room to the city's big screens.

"Uh... you can just stand in front of the main screen." The staff member said tremulously.

"Thank you." Feng Bujue responded, and casually opened fire.

However, he didn't aim, just fired a few shots randomly below the man's seat, which resulted in the other party jumping up in fright, then falling back to the ground, yelling hysterically.

At the same time, all the "legal" screens in Gotham showed a man in a long purple suit, with pale skin and a grinning smile on his face.

The citizens naturally recognized the image... Every year, the_Bruce would leave "the Joker" to be executed last, as was the custom. Because the Joker was a special character, the terror he brought to people, and his influence, were unmatched by any other villain.

"What's going on?" "Oh my god! He's in the Bat-Citadel!" "First the Bat-God's plane was shot down, then the Joker's sign in the sky, and now this... what's going on?"

The people began to discuss among themselves, as they always did: some praised, some criticized; some believed, some questioned; some were firm, some panicked.

"Many people think... this is an equal world, and that people living in this world can have everything as long as they work hard for it." Feng Bujue's speech began. "But in fact... this world is hierarchical. This is true in any era, in any place. Wherever there are people, there is this established social structure. Take you, for example... you pathetic, ignorant, stupid... maggots struggling to survive in the cracks of tyranny, living at the bottom of Gotham." He smiled. "You can crave everything, but that doesn't mean you can have it, do you know why?"

Feng Bujue brought his face close to the camera, grinning hideously, and uttered the answer buried in everyone's heart: "Because of the Bat..."