White walked away from the devastated battlefield and, after crossing the street, his gaze fell upon the sign of a hamburger joint.
"One Double Whopper Burger, one Crispy Chicken Whopper Burger, and a Coke."
White swiped his card to pay and took the burgers from the window server, unwrapping one and shoving it into his mouth.
But just as White was about to leave, the television hanging on the side caught his attention.
"This guy..." White curled the corner of his mouth into a smile, "He's here too?"
On the television, a man in clown makeup laughed maniacally. Behind him was a chair, on which a Batman was tied.
However, the so-called Batman was clearly an imposter. Not only were his equipment shoddy and his so-called Bat armor made of plastic sheets, but the man was also a fat guy weighing at least two hundred pounds.
The Joker cackled eerily and walked behind the fake Batman, patting him on the shoulder and saying, "My request is simple. I want Batman to take off his mask and, like a real man, not some effeminate girl, stand before everyone and have a real showdown with me. Otherwise..."
The Joker picked up a small knife and pressed it against the fake Batman's neck, slowly slicing it.
In the next instant, crimson blood spurted out.
"Oh, my God!"
In front of the television, some timid viewers covered their eyes, while others clenched their fists and began to pray.
The Joker carelessly took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from the knife, and smiled, "If you don't intend to do as I say, then from now on, for every day you don't take off the mask, I will kill one person. Starting with these loyal followers who believe in you."
As soon as the Joker finished speaking, a "swish, swish" sound came from the television. It was unclear whether the TV station had regained broadcast control or if the Joker himself had cut off the signal.
White swallowed the burger, took a sip of the "fat otaku's happy water," and then licked his fingers, revealing a thoughtful expression.
"The Joker, Batman's greatest enemy!" White murmured, "It seems the show is about to begin."
White had been to the City of Sin in his previous life, so he knew that when the Sin Value or Order Value was maxed out, the mission targets would fall upon Batman and the Joker.
This was also why White hadn't pursued Batman before.
Firstly, he was hard to catch. With the other party possessing a pile of high-tech equipment, White couldn't keep up on foot.
Secondly, White knew that chasing would be useless. Batman would never die. After all, if Batman died, how would the subsequent missions play out?
However...
White thought for a moment and suddenly grinned mischievously.
The Joker had already appeared, and things were getting lively. His Sin Value was still half a bar short, so why not join in the fun?
"That's settled!"
White crumpled the burger bag and casually tossed it into the nearby trash can. Then, holding his Coke, he quickly disappeared into the night.
...
As the night receded, sunlight fell.
The City of Sin appeared much clearer and more lively during the day.
Compared to the chaos and filth of the slums, the commercial district in the city center was always bright and dazzling, with towering restaurants, massive shopping malls, and office buildings standing in close proximity.
"Hi, Rachel, you're here early. Need some coffee?"
"Thanks, I'll have one."
"By the way, send yesterday's files to my office."
...
Rachel walked briskly through the office area and arrived at her private office.
Not long after she sat down, there was a knock on the door.
The secretary opened the door and said, "Miss Rachel, a gentleman has been waiting for you for half an hour. He said he needs legal consultation."
Rachel asked, "Did he have an appointment?"
The secretary shook her head, "No, but he specifically asked for you."
Rachel checked the time and said, "I'm free until ten, let him in."
The secretary nodded, "Okay."
A moment later, Rachel was tidying up her things when there was another knock on the door.
Rachel looked up and said, "Please come in."
The office door was pushed open, and an Asian man carrying a white cake box walked into the office. He nodded politely and placed the cake box on the desk before sitting down opposite Rachel.
"Hello," White said with a smile, extending his hand. "My name is Bai Ye."
Rachel shook White's hand and said, "Mr. Bai looks very young."
White smiled, "Miss Rachel, you do too. You look very young and beautiful. No wonder the famous CEO of Wayne Enterprises is pursuing you."
Rachel couldn't help but frown. Although White's words sounded like flattery, she disliked such remarks. As a strong woman, she didn't want people to focus only on her appearance, nor did she want people to think that her achievements were due to a rich man behind her.
However, her professional demeanor prevented Rachel from showing her displeasure. She went straight to the point, "Mr. Bai, do you have any legal issues you need consultation on?"
"Hmm, let me think," White said with a smile. "For example, what kind of sentence would one receive for pointing a gun at a lawyer?"
Rachel's frown deepened. Was this man here to cause trouble?
Rachel took a deep breath. "Mr. Bai, if you don't have any legal issues to consult about, I don't think we should waste each other's time."
Rachel was about to get up and escort him out, but at that moment, White lifted his shirt, revealing the dual pulse pistols in his holsters, drew one, and placed it on the desk.
"I'm not joking," White said. "You see, the matter I'm consulting about is currently happening."
Rachel's expression froze for a moment, and then fear surged into her heart. However, Rachel quickly calmed herself down.
"What do you want?" Rachel asked. "Money? Or revenge? Have I handled a case involving you before?"
"Neither," White said with a smile, gesturing with the gun. "Please sit down first."
Rachel looked helpless. As she spoke, she was subtly inching around the desk, perhaps hoping to find an opportunity to rush out of the office. However, this little trick was clearly seen through by White.
White stood up, picked up the cake box, and walked over to Rachel, placing it on her lap.
White smiled and said, "I just heard that the beautiful Miss Rachel has her birthday today..."
Rachel interrupted, "My birthday was two months ago."
"Uh..." White grinned. "We can pretend it's today."
As White spoke, he untied the ribbon and opened the cake box. Immediately, a time bomb appeared before Rachel's eyes.
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