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More sounds poured in from both ends of the corridor, and the echoes bounced back and forth in the enclosed space.

Just then, Wang Baixi's vision suddenly shifted.

The corridor lights didn't flicker; what flickered was the world as he saw it—some indescribable distortion was taking place.

He suddenly noticed that blood was seeping from the walls of the surrounding corridor. Bright red blood slowly flowed down the seams of the white tiles, spreading out intricate and complex patterns in the grooves of the tiles.

The woman in the black leather jacket from his dream reappeared, and her voice echoed at the end of the corridor, husky and alluring.

“We meet again, Wang Baixi.”

Then, her figure and voice disappeared from Wang Baixi's sight.

Is it "death"?

Wang Baixi suddenly opened his eyes, and for a moment he couldn't even tell where he was.

The corridor was still the same one, Laughing Man's laughter still echoed in front of him, and Penguin's gun was still pointed at his forehead.

"Looks like I'm going to die soon?" Wang Baixi said in a low voice.

He reached his hand inside his suit jacket.

Everyone was waiting for him to pull out a magical artifact, a bird-beak mask, or some kind of glowing magical gadget. The Penguin even gripped the trigger at that moment, ready to shoot him in the head the next second after he uttered the incantation.

But what Wang Baixi pulled out was a gun.

"I'm giving you one last chance: I suggest you line up and back off, then go back to your rooms. Don't do anything stupid!"

“You must be joking right now,” a prisoner whispered.

"Does he think he can scare all of us with that broken gun?"

"He's definitely never fired a gun before; just look at the way he's holding it."

Wang Baixi aimed at the prisoner who was speaking.

He pulled the trigger, the firing pin struck the primer, and the spent cartridge ejected from the ejection port, sparks tracing a short arc in the air.

boom!

The bullet struck the prisoner squarely in the left shoulder, the impact throwing him to the ground, blood splattering onto the knees of another prisoner nearby.

"Perhaps it's not me who's going to die, it's you who's going to die." Wang Baixi slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun.

The prisoners looked at each other for a second, then roared and pounced on him.

The penguin fired again, and the bullet grazed Wang Baixi's cheek once more, this time shaving off a tuft of hair from his sideburn.

Wang Baixi raised an eyebrow dismissively and swung his left hand forward. Several silver chains shot out from his palm, their surfaces shimmering with a cold, eerie blue light, coiling like snakes around the three prisoners charging at the front.

One of the prisoners tried to struggle, but the chains tightened suddenly, pulling him off the ground and swinging him halfway around, knocking over a fellow prisoner behind him and then knocking down a group of prisoners who couldn't get out of the way in time.

The other two chains were wrapped around the railings on both sides of the corridor, effectively stopping the prisoners who were flanking from both sides.

His right hand wasn't idle either; the gun barrel immediately turned towards a new wave of figures rushing towards him from the other end of the corridor.

Bullets were fired one after another, hitting knees, shoulders, and calves—not fatal, but enough to knock a person down instantly. Then he cast Soul Lament, and the prisoners hit by it began to waver, while those not hit watched in horror as their companions suddenly jumped around and talked nonsense.

On the other side, Cassandra didn't waste any words either. The moment Wang Baixi made his move, she rushed to his left flank. She defended Wang Baixi with her bare hands.

Before long, a prisoner who was two heads taller than her threw a punch. She sidestepped and dodged it, grabbed his wrist with her left hand and twisted it outward, and turned her right hand into a knife, slicing it into his throat.

The prisoner let out a muffled groan from the cartilage in his throat and fell backward to the ground.

But soon, another prisoner pounced on her from behind, trying to lock her up. At that moment, Zatana, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly joined the fray.

“Watch out, Cassandra.”

She lowered her center of gravity and delivered an elbow strike between his chest and abdomen, the tip of her elbow hitting the gap between his ribs, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

As a magician, she also knows martial arts.

Damian burst into laughter on the other side.

"Great! I'm going to go on a killing spree too!" His excited voice boomed down the corridor. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he produced a short knife, gripped it in reverse, and stabbed at the first prisoner who lunged at him.

The prisoner reacted slower than he expected; the dagger was caught in his ribs as it plunged into his abdomen. Damian pulled the dagger out, blood splattering on his face, but his eyes were filled with only excitement.

[Aura of a deceased person detected... Experience points +60!]

Hearing the cold system notification, Wang Baixi was stunned for a moment, wondering why Damian was so violent.

Although he was indifferent to how many people died, if the impact was too great, he would have no way to hide his identity and strength after he got out. After all, he had come to Black Gate Prison today. Although he could attribute the so-called "credit" to the incompetent prison guards and change the surveillance, there is no wall in the world that is completely airtight.

His reputation should remain confined to the underworld; it shouldn't reach the ears of ordinary people.

Not far away, Xiao Ke watched the sudden turn of events in the corridor, his smile freezing for a moment.

His original plan was to have hundreds of prisoners swarm him, forcing Wang Baixi into a corner where he could no longer use magic. There were dozens of surveillance cameras recording everything. Whatever magic Wang Baixi used, it might become leverage against him.

But he didn't expect that Wang Baixi would only pull out an ordinary pistol, and there was no other evidence that he knew magic. As for the chains, they could be described as some kind of strange tool.

He didn't expect that Zatana wouldn't try to stop him.

Sure enough, these guys' attitudes toward killing and not killing were fundamentally different from Batman's. Although the Penguin said Wang Baixi was very weak, Xiaoke still felt a vague unease.

He has already lost men; he must not follow in their footsteps.

So he turned around and walked quickly toward the medical room.

The prisoners surged back up the instant Xiao Ke turned away, turning the corridor into a river of flesh. Wang Baixi, Cassandra, and Damian were separated into three isolated islands by the torrent, each facing the ever-approaching enemy alone on their own front.

[Aura of a deceased person detected...]

He took the opportunity to continuously accumulate experience points.

Gunshots, the shrill whistling of chains tearing through the air, and the muffled thud of bones breaking mingled in the short corridor, but no one uttered a single word during this ordeal.

Not only are we speechless, but we also have no time to speak.

“King, calm down!” Cassandra said with difficulty, kicking a prisoner away before she began to fight the penguin in close combat.

The penguin frowned. "Hey, little girl! You don't actually think you can beat me this time, do you?"

He now has the blessing of amber gold!

"You'll definitely lose to her, you ugly thing." Damian took a rare break and wiped the blood from his face.

"Damn it, where did the clown go..." Wang Baixi snorted coldly, then tried to spot the figure in the crowd. "Damian... you guys hold on for a bit, I'll be right back."

Wang Baixi flew away, chasing after Xiao Ke in the direction he had gone.

He was indeed familiar with this road.

Sure enough, he was looking for Jochir.

At that time, the door to the medical room had its lock broken by a crowbar and was half-open, with a few streaks of pale light shining through the crack.

He pushed open the door and saw Laughing Man standing next to George's hospital bed.

"Ah, you've got me!"

The man with the smile held a bright green syringe in his hand, the needle pressed against the vein in Jochir's neck, his smile as sinister as before.

Jochir looked like he was about to faint.

But this ferocity didn't last long.

Because the next second, Wang Baixi had already pointed the gun at the clown, and his finger on the trigger didn't move.

Between the clown and Wang Baixi stood a person unseen by ordinary people.

She was still dressed in her gothic style, still wearing a black short-sleeved top and black tight leather pants. She was none other than "Death" of the Endless Family, and there was only one reason she was here! Someone was going to die.

Chapter 147 When Three Walk Together, One Must Die

Wang Baixi gripped the gun tightly, the muzzle pointing steadily at Xiao Ke's forehead.

Death stood between Wang Baixi and Xiaoke, her hands in the pockets of her black leather jacket, tilting her head to observe the two men as if watching a show.

"Do you always talk so much nonsense?" Wang Baixi spoke first, staring into Xiaoke's eyes: "Or do you think that the more you talk, the more confident you are in dragging me into your bullshit logic? You'd better move the syringe away, my bullets don't have eyes."

The Laughing Man slowly removed the syringe from Jochir's neck, but his hand remained poised to plunge in at any moment. He smiled broadly, surveying his prey like a hunter.

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry, Your Majesty. Everyone needs to have some curiosity. Aren't you curious about why I'm doing these things?"

Death chuckled beside him, its gaze sweeping over Laughing Man's face, which was covered in paint. "He's certainly a chatterbox. Do you living creatures all think that if you keep talking, death will be delayed?"

Wang Baixi recognized Death; he remembered seeing her in a dream.

“My dear lady, I’m confused. Why are you here?” Wang Baixi asked in a very low voice without turning his head, sounding more like he was talking to himself.

What does this mean? It means that one of the three of them must die.

Death looked at him with considerable surprise: "Are you talking to me? I thought you couldn't see me."

What does this mean? Does it mean he's the one who's going to die?

Xiao Ke's smile froze for a moment.

He couldn't see death, so he could only suspiciously follow Wang Baixi's gaze and glance at the air beside him. "Who are you talking to? Don't tell me you're so scared that you've started talking to thin air, or I'll be very disappointed."

“I’m watching your end, Joker.” Wang Baixi turned his gaze back to Xiaoke’s face.

Laughing so hard his shoulders shook, "Hahaha, great! I like your explanation! So, before the finale, would you like to hear my purpose in doing all this?"

“If you want to say something… then go ahead.” Wang Baixi glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Okay, let's talk! All the things I've done have always had a simple purpose: to create a new Joker!"

"Just as the original criminals created the clown and me. We are never born this way; we are created, bit by bit, by this city!"

How fresh!

"So what?" Wang Baixi sneered. "You chose Jason, you chose Barbara, you chose me, and now you've come to Joker, just because we meet the requirements to be the Joker?"

He really wanted to suggest that the Joker hurry up and go to Arkham Asylum to find a doctor named Harleen Quezel, because if he was a moment late, she would become an anti-hero instead of a villain.

But all I saw was Xiao Ke raise the syringe and wave it in the pale white light above his head.

“I admit that Jason and Barbara are both good. Jason is paranoid, Barbara is tormented, and of course, you are good too. You are eccentric and arrogant, and you are the perfect candidate for ‘madman’. But neither of you are my first choice.”