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"Um...maybe I'll pass."

"Okay, I'll continue cleaning then."

After that, Bruce also went to the antique shop.

He asked directly, "Depp, do you really think it would be a good thing for Oswald to become the mayor of Gotham?"

Oswald has been visiting the antique shop quite frequently lately.

Therefore, Bruce must already know that Depp is the one supporting Oswald behind the scenes.

Depp countered with, "What do you think?"

"I don't think it's very feasible, after all, he's always been a gangster!"

"I think it's absurd to make a mob boss the mayor of Gotham City."

“But you’ve seen what the Penguin Gang has been doing lately, and Oswald is trying his best to change things.”

Depp explained to Bruce:

"Besides, his ancestors, like you, were the ones who founded Gotham. I think you can trust him this once."

Upon hearing this, Bruce hesitated before saying, "Okay, I'll trust him for now... no, I'll trust you this once!"

"But if he does something outrageous after he takes office, Batman won't let him get away with it."

In Bruce's eyes, he simply cannot believe or accept that a mob boss has become the mayor of Gotham City.

However, trusting Depp, he felt it best not to interfere with Oswald's election for the time being.

Upon hearing Bruce's words, Depp immediately felt relieved.

He said, "Since we're already here, why not have a drink before we leave?"

Bruce laughed and said, "You know I never drink."

"But I meant ginger juice!"

Depp took a bottle of ginger juice mixed with Dionysian soil from the cabinet and poured Bruce a whole large glass.

He couldn't explain to Bruce where this thing came from, especially since the latter had once thought it was poop.

So Depp simply mixed it into the drink, making Bruce drink it without him realizing it.

Although the exact effects are unknown, it's definitely better than not drinking it at all, and it might even save Bruce's life in a critical moment.

Meanwhile, in the bathtub, Jane Collins's original skeleton had begun to grow muscle fibers and nerves, and it seemed that her body would recover soon.

Although the process is very slow, judging from the current results, the possibility of Jenny being resurrected is very high!

Depp hopes that Jenny's resurrection can awaken Joseph's consciousness, which is hidden deep within the Joker's mind.

Chapter 116 Penguins' formidable competitors

Furthermore, Depp felt that the Joker would definitely not stay obediently in Arkham Asylum; who knows when he would escape from the asylum and continue his love-hate relationship with Bruce.

While Depp was planning everything, a man named Jason registered to run for mayor of Gotham City.

The newly nominated candidate visited the home of former Gotham City Police Chief, Desa Sr., the day after he registered.

Old Desa was also one of the candidates for mayor of Gotham City, but he only received a paltry five percent of the vote.

"Clang clang clang".

Jason's blonde secretary knocked on the door of the old Desa family's house.

Old Desa's wife opened the door and asked, "Gentlemen, who are you looking for?"

It must be said that although Mrs. Fornie, the wife of old Desa, was nearly sixty years old, her elegant and composed temperament was unmatched by most people.

The blonde secretary, Wenger, said, "Hello, Mrs. Desa, I am the secretary of Mr. Jason, the mayoral candidate. My boss and I would like to speak with Mr. Desa."

Mrs. Forney said, "Please wait a moment, I need to ask my husband's opinion."

After saying that, she slowly walked into the inner room.

A moment later, Mrs. Forney returned and said, "Please come in, both of you. The slippers are by the door."

Inside the room, the elderly Desa, with his gray hair but dignified and imposing presence, sat upright on the sofa.

Mrs. Funi served coffee and snacks to her husband and the two guests.

Old Desa took a sip of hot coffee and said in a strong voice, "I wonder what brings Mr. Jason to see me today?"

Faced with Old Desa's direct question, Jason stopped wasting time with pleasantries.

Out of respect for old Desa, Jason did not have his secretary relay the message.

Jason sat upright, his blond hair combed back, looking every bit the perfect successful man.

He said, "Your Excellency Director Desa, I think your mayoral election this time may not be successful."

Old Desar, his sore spot touched, said angrily, "Hmph, so what? Oswald becoming the mayor of Gotham is a disgrace to Gotham!"

“I think so too, Chief Desar.” Jason’s voice was calm and deep, sounding like a gentle breeze: “So I think we should unite and not let the Cobb family kid become the mayor of Gotham and tarnish our city.”

Upon hearing this, old Desa raised his head, looked directly at Jason, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

“I think you probably guessed what I was thinking,” Jason said. “Although your vote share of only five percent seems insignificant compared to Oswald’s forty-five percent.”

"But... what if we took all the votes from all those low-turnout candidates and put them on one person?"

"Then this person definitely has a level of support that can rival Oswald's!"

Old Desa was silent for a moment, then said, "So why should we guys give you our votes?"

Jason laughed upon hearing this and said, "Because I'm not afraid of Oswald and the Penguin Gang's retaliation, and I can compensate you, since you no longer have any hope of winning this election, do you?"

Old Dessa lit a cigarette, and as he exhaled a puff of smoke, his dream of becoming mayor vanished into thin air.

At that moment, he thought of his good-for-nothing son, the family fortune that the brat had almost squandered, and the boy's future.

He took the check Wenger took from his bag and said, somewhat dejectedly:

"Okay, I accept your invitation. I will encourage those who voted for me to vote for you in the next round."

"But other people aren't as easy to talk to as I am. Good luck."

Jason said with a warm smile, "I think everyone has something they need, and I will try my best to meet their needs."

After leaving the old Dessa’s house, Jason and Wenger exchanged a smile and drove away.

In the following days, they approached the other mayoral candidates and bribed them using different methods and offers.

Only the last candidate, Jason and Wenger knew, was a complete old lecher.

So they found a lot of girls so they could keep the old man company for the night.

Unexpectedly, the old man demanded that Wenger spend the night with him, otherwise the matter was off the table.

Faced with the old man's unreasonable demands, Jason very gentlemanly stood up, bowed, and then smashed the wine bottle on the table hard on the lecher's head.

Then, Jason held the broken bottle to the old lecher's neck and said gently, "You either accept my invitation, or you hold a funeral tomorrow, understand?"

The old lecher was so frightened that he wet his pants. He wanted to nod, but fearing that his throat would be slit by a bottle, he stammered anxiously, unable to utter a single word.

That evening, the girls Jason had selected arrived at the old lecher's room as promised.

The lecherous old man, who had suffered a great loss during the day, vented all his anger on these girls dressed in various styles.

When the penultimate round of voting began, Oswald immediately noticed something amiss.

His own vote share remained stable at around 45%, but a guy named Jason had a vote share that was almost the same as his, reaching an astonishing 43%!

"Who is this guy? He wasn't on the candidate list before!"

Oswald roared anxiously, "Go and find out who this Jason is!"

He sensed a threat from Jason, who only entered the race in the penultimate round and whose vote share was almost equal to his own. This guy was definitely not simple!

Depp also noticed Jason's sudden rise to prominence and astutely observed the anomaly in the vote count. He called Oswald and said:

"This guy seems to have bribed the other candidates, and they got all their supporters to vote for this guy named Jason!"

"Oswald, your true adversary has appeared!"

Depp knew that Oswald had not used any bribery or threats to gain support and votes in this mayoral election.

Under Depp's influence and preaching, Oswald felt that if he wanted to truly restore the glory and reputation of the Colbert family, he had to win the love of the citizens in a fair and square way and become mayor.

What Oswald wants and craves is genuine love and respect from the people of Gotham, not just votes obtained through money and coercion.

But the new guy, Jason, is clearly the opposite of Oswald.

This is a guy who will stop at nothing to win an election!

Chapter 117 The Arkham Rebellion [Bonus Chapter for the generous donation from the generous donor!]

Ever since Jason's meteoric rise to fame, Oswald has been unable to sleep for nights on end.

Although most of Gotham's citizens approve of him, he has won over too many other candidates.

At the end of the second round of voting, Oswald's vote share was only one percentage point higher than Jason's.

The gap has been narrowed even further!

The final round of the election is about to begin, and this round will have only two candidates.

It was Oswald, who received the most votes in the previous round, and Jason Kohler, who received the second-most votes.

Meanwhile, the Gotham City government's official website has already featured photos of Oswald and Jason on its homepage.

Between the two of them, the countdown to the final round of voting is shortening second by second. In five days, it will be time for the final showdown.

While Oswald was busy campaigning and speaking out across Gotham, an escape attempt was underway at Arkham Asylum.

Dr. Harley Quinzel, with his blond hair, sneaked into Arkham Asylum in the dark of night, wearing a white coat and high heels.

Because of the director's trust and high regard, Harry possessed the keys to all the locks in the asylum.

Harry went from the first floor to the third floor, and from the third floor to the fifth floor. She unlocked all the locks and all the doors.

They released all the monsters from Arkham Asylum.