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"Jason Todd! When you got beaten up by that clown, did you kneel on the ground begging for mercy like that guy?"

Jason gritted his teeth, turned sharply, drew his gun, and fired two shots at the stairwell. The bullets struck the rusty metal railing, sending sparks flying, but the attacker had already jumped away.

Just as he was about to stand up and give chase, another figure emerged from the shadows on the other side. This person was holding a revolver, the muzzle casually pointed at him.

Two clowns stood on the diving platforms at opposite ends of the pool, sandwiching Jason in the middle.

Jason's gaze swept back and forth between the two clowns, his breathing heavy and rapid beneath the hood.

"Which of you is the clown?"

The clown is the same Joker who killed him back then. Batman told him this last night, and there's no mistake about it!

The two clowns exchanged a glance and simultaneously burst into ear-piercing laughter.

Laughter echoed throughout the empty swimming pool, and the walls of the entire building seemed to laugh along with them.

The first one to stop laughing turned cold, and he grinned and bowed to Jason.

“Don’t get me wrong, Jason Todd. I’m not a buffoon. I’m a criminal. I ruled this city before Batman came along. I know a lot of people, like your father, who went to jail for the Penguin. I also know you, but you were Robin by then.”

Another clown casually tossed the crowbar in his hand to the ground with a loud bang, then raised his hands and made an innocent expression.

"You see me with a crowbar and think I'm a clown? Haha, you're mistaken, I'm the joker. We also want to know where the clown is. We've been sending him party invitations, but he hasn't shown up, so we'll have to take matters into our own hands!"

How...how could this be?

Are they not clowns?

Jason paused for a moment, which meant...

Was the clown that Wang Baixi killed last night the real clown? And Bruce lied to him again?

"So you already had information about us beforehand?" The criminal completely ignored Jason's strange behavior; he simply tilted his head and looked at Jason.

“Yeah, since you know everything, why are you acting all shocked?” Laughing Man walked up to Jason, stood on tiptoe and got a little closer to his face. “Take off your mask, little bird. Let me see if you have the same smile on your face as them.”

Chapter 140 Killing the Criminal

Before they knew it, it was afternoon again. Before Jason emerged from the underground black market and went to find the Joker's whereabouts on his own, the people at Wayne Manor also had their own things to do.

In the living room, sunlight streamed in obliquely through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the university textbooks spread out on the coffee table slightly warm.

Wang Baixi sat on the sofa, holding a pen in his hand, pointing at Cassandra's homework.

Cassandra sat cross-legged on the carpet, leaning against the edge of the coffee table, biting her pen cap, staring at the words on the paper that she recognized but couldn't write well.

“This word is misspelled; it’s missing the letter ‘n’.” Wang Baixi tapped the notebook with the tip of his pen.

Cassandra glanced down, silently added the letter, and continued writing. Her handwriting was much neater than before, but she was clearly still not satisfied.

Since the two people with higher IQs than Wang Baixi both had their own jobs, the heavy responsibility of tutoring Cassandra's homework fell on Wang Baixi's shoulders. Well, fortunately, Cassandra's theoretical and cultural level wasn't particularly high, so Wang Baixi could still pretend to teach her.

However, at the same time, another demon is making a ruckus.

That's right, it's Damian Wayne. He's like a tireless bouncy ball, running around the manor all over the place, sometimes rummaging through the refrigerator in the kitchen, sometimes stomping back and forth in the hallway.

Even through several walls, he could clearly hear Alfred cleaning up the mess behind him.

Wang Baixi's attention was also drawn away. At this moment, Cassandra suddenly stopped writing, wrote a line of words on the blank edge of the notebook, and then pushed the notebook to Wang Baixi to see. Only then did Wang Baixi's attention return.

What kind of person is Jason Todd?

Wang Baixi looked down at the line of text, then looked up at Cassandra. She was still staring at the workbook, seemingly just waiting for an answer.

Why are you suddenly asking about him?

Cassandra wrote another line: "He'll be back sooner or later, and I'm worried he'll be difficult to get along with."

“Okay, actually your concerns are completely valid.” Wang Baixi put down her pen and leaned back on the sofa. “Jason isn’t an easy person to get along with. He has a tougher temper than anyone you’ve ever met, and he doesn’t like to talk nonsense, just like you. But it’s okay, you just need to act like an older sister and keep him in check.”

“Sister?” Cassandra looked up and mouthed.

“That’s right. I checked his birth date; you should be a few months older than him.”

“But I’m not Bruce’s child,” Cassandra wrote with a hint of disappointment.

“He will treat you like his own child.” Wang Baixi rarely put aside his teasing and his tone became serious. “Bruce is that kind of person. He just needs some time to deal with the problems between him and the other kids. For example, that noisy Damian over there.”

He tilted his head slightly towards the corridor. Damian was chasing a dragonfly resurrected by Wang Baixi, dashing past the stairwell, yelling something like, "Stop right there, you idiot!" Alfred's voice drifted over from afar: "Young Master Damian, please don't run in the corridor."

“His parents should discipline him. If they give me that right, I will make sure Damian never forgets it,” Wang Baixi said.

Cassandra stared silently in the direction of the corridor for a while before lowering her eyes to continue her homework. Her pen lingered on the paper for a long time, so long that Wang Baixi almost thought she didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.

Could it be because he mentioned his parents? It's quite possible, after all, Damian just mentioned them too, and superheroes in this world often have complicated family relationships.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Baixi asked, "Do you want to meet your parents?"

Cassandra shook her head so quickly that she hardly hesitated.

“I don’t want to,” she wrote on the paper.

Wang Baixi didn't press the matter. He could tell that her resistance to the topic was almost instinctive, but there was no anger in it, only complex emotions.

Her biological parents must have loved her, but they raised her to be a killing machine, which affected her from then on, and the blood on her hands can never be repaid.

However, it's worth mentioning that Paul was secretly sent to Hong Kong by Bruce a long time ago to investigate Cassandra's whereabouts, and it's unknown when he will return.

Sigh, that's just how Batman is. He can't shake his suspicious nature, no matter who he's dealing with. Even with the person he trusts most, he has to check every possible variable before he's at ease.

“You don’t need to answer that question,” Wang Baixi brought the topic back on track. “I just think that if Damian or I said anything that made you uncomfortable, you don’t need to take it to heart.”

“I don’t need your comfort,” Cassandra wrote.

"Really?"

"I just need to become stronger."

“You are already very powerful, Cassandra.”

Do you believe I can't beat you?

“No.” Cassandra shook her head, her pen scribbling heavily on the paper. “I mean like Zatana. She’s so charming and confident that she doesn’t need to prove who she is; everyone knows her the moment they see her.”

Wang Baixi looked at these lines of text, and although he subconsciously smiled, he quickly stopped himself.

"Listen carefully, I have two pieces of advice. First, don't try to emulate Zatanna. You can copy her style of dress or her spells, but don't try to copy her mindset. Let's look at Superman in the distance instead."

Cassandra lip-read the name "Superman".

"Secondly, no one is born perfect. Zatana isn't, you aren't, and neither am I."

"Especially you."

"Yes, especially me,"

Cassandra looked at Wang Baixi with a faint look of confusion in her eyes. She then wrote another sentence on the paper: "When I first met you, I didn't know you were a great philosopher."

"Now you know." Wang Baixi picked up the pen and put it back in the pen holder.

At that moment, Wang Baixi's transparent glasses suddenly vibrated, and Tim's voice was transmitted directly to his ears through the bone conduction module on the temple of the glasses.

“Wang, we’ve spotted the Joker. Batman wants us to immediately support Barbara and Jason. They’re both surrounded by the Joker, but we can’t determine which attack is real and which is a decoy.”

Again!

"Me too?" Wang Baixi pressed down on the temple of his glasses and replied in a low voice.

Didn't you just say you'd protect me?! What a heartless boss!

"Of course you have to go, because something's happened to Batman too. The Joker launched an airship, and it's full of Joker gas. He's trying to bring it down and won't be able to get away anytime soon."

“We need to get Wayne Group moving and let those colleagues in the technology department contribute their remaining energy,” Wang Baixi sighed.

"Wayne Group alone is not enough; we need the cooperation of the municipal government to issue an emergency evacuation notice throughout the city."

“I’ll notify the Owl Court right away and have them use their connections at the city hall to expedite the process.”

As you know, although he transformed the court into an assassination organization similar to a fraternity, many powerful figures who were hiding still believed that the court had not changed its nature and were content to be their underground party members.

At the same time, Tim's voice carried an expected sense of relief: "I knew you could find an extraordinary amount of help. But in any case, we have to set off first, splitting into two groups. I'll go rescue Jason, and you go rescue Barbara."

"Wait a minute." Wang Baixi stood up, walked to the window, and lowered his voice, "So you think I'm the only one who's not afraid of being kidnapped by the clown and made a candidate, huh?"

With great power comes great responsibility.

"Don't try to flatter me, I don't fall for that."

Tim chuckled on the other end of the line: "Alright, let's switch roles: I'll rescue Barbara, and you rescue Jason. What do you think?"

"You want me to rescue Jason? Are you sure he won't smash me with a stick the moment he sees me?"

"You're the only one who's suitable, since he's very resistant to the 'new Robin'."

"Really? But why do I feel like I need to provoke him even more?"

……

Inside the dilapidated swimming pool, Jason was still sandwiched between the two clowns.

At the bottom of the pool, the poisoned people were still emitting faint laughter. Death was slowly eroding their last vestiges of consciousness, but their faces still bore that fixed, twisted smile.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and a cloyingly sweet, poisonous odor; everything seemed to foreshadow a terrible revelation.

Laughing Man bent down and got closer to Jason, less than a fist's distance away. His face, covered in paint, looked particularly glaring in the harsh white light.

"You look very sad, child. Why are you so serious?"

“Of course I’m sad, I’m sad that I can’t kill that guy with my own hands!” Jason forced a smile.

"Ah, how pitiful. Batman tricked you again, dear Red Hood!"

Jason's fist was trembling.

“I can’t kill him with my own hands, but I can kill you all.” His voice came out muffledly from under the hood.

"Kill us with your bare hands? That's quite a show," Laughing Man clapped his hands, like a spectator who had just watched a good show. "But have you noticed that since you came in, the two of us have already beaten you down twice? Oh, and there was that poison gas..."

Xiaoke waved towards the swimming pool.

“These toxic gases didn’t just appear out of nowhere; they’ve been around you from the very beginning. You can still stand and talk now because your mask filters out some of it, but what about the rest? It’s already inside your body.”