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Chapter 128, Section 25: The Bat Flutters Its Wings in the Dark

Chapter 128, Section 25: The Bat Flutters Its Wings in the Dark

Is he the mysterious dual-wielder who broke into his base late at night and went on a killing spree a few days ago?

Do not!

Roman quickly dismissed the idea, reasoning that the guy would have used flashbangs to clear a path before firing both guns simultaneously, rather than launching a sneak attack.

Thinking of this, he calmed down a bit. The rats who launch sneak attacks are usually not very strong. Since his side has the numbers and strength, there is no need to be afraid of a charlatan.

"Hmph! A rat hiding in the shadows—"

Roman touched his bow tie, just about to say a few words to the other person, but his words were shattered by a deep roar.

"Roman Sinnis!!!!

His identity was exposed, and the man in the black mask trembled.

Who is he? My identity cannot be revealed!

Before he could even think about the cause and effect, a large black object flew in from the corner.

With his nerves stretched to the limit, Roman made a thought, and his entourage behind him unleashed a hail of bullets at the incoming target.

But he soon regretted it; the thing was not an enemy at all, but merely a cloak.

The squire's neat reloading revealed the disadvantage of mind manipulation. Roman knew he should keep the gun barrel on guard at this moment, but because he was too nervous just now, he subconsciously controlled the squire to empty the magazine.

He could only hope that the enemy would not take advantage of this opening to launch an attack.

But how could Qin Wei let such a good opportunity slip by?

A stun grenade rolled in from the corner, exploding with a bang and shattering the campfire. Roman's vision sank into darkness for a moment, and apart from the panicked footsteps of the wanderers fleeing in terror, he seemed to vaguely catch the sound of a bat's wings flapping.

The Knight of Judgment?

He suddenly remembered that ridiculous rumor he had once regarded as an urban legend: a monster lurks in the deep alleys of Gotham, appearing at night and lurking around corners. It will spread its wings and descend from the sky, breaking every bone in the criminal's body, causing the victim to drown in extreme pain.

Roman didn't believe the rumors; they must be another lie fabricated by some poor soul driven mad by Gotham.

People are always like this; when faced with a situation they can't resist, they always pray for the intervention of an external force.

Thus, faith was born.

The truth is cruel: people believe in getting something for nothing, while people like Roman, who have no faith, are often more likely to succeed because they have long abandoned illusions and firmly believe that all gains come from hard work.

"I won't be defeated by fantasy!"

Roman wanted to say that, but the reality prevented him from speaking.

One after another, the entourage cried out in anguish, the chilling sound of bones breaking echoing incessantly. Inside the pitch-black car shelter, something was methodically reaping lives.

Roman directed his entourage to fire aimlessly, and in the muzzle flash, he finally spotted the deadly thing.

It's not the same as the rumors say; it's even more terrifying than the rumors suggest.

Those weren't some bat monsters, but living, breathing humans.

A human who makes good use of their surroundings and acts calmly and ruthlessly is obviously more likely to make their opponents despair than someone with supernatural powers.

Moreover, the other side also took advantage of the darkness.

The instinctive fear of the dark is a trait written into the genes of every living being.

Roman then realized he was wrong, terribly wrong. Compared to this thing, the dual-wielder who raided the base a few days ago was as naive as a blank sheet of paper.

"Mr. Wei-Len! Is that you?!"

Hans, who was pinned down, was so moved that he shed tears.

The Crocodile Gang members had also gone to Arnold's mansion to search for the killer crocodile's remains, following the directions of "Matchstick Marlon," but found nothing more than a pool of blood and scattered scales. Not only Hans, but many others believed that the killer crocodile, Weylen, was still alive, and the envelopes they occasionally received filled with US dollars, signed Weylen, only strengthened their belief.

Now that their settlement is in imminent danger, Hans doesn't know who else, besides Weilyn, will lend them a helping hand.

Thinking of this, Hans felt a surge of strength and, ignoring the burning pain in his chest, broke free from his restraints.

Feeling Hans break free of his restraints, Roman, sandwiched between two pieces of bread, knew that his chances of winning were slim.

He manipulated the last dozen or so people to form a human wall in front of him and escape towards the cave exit he remembered.

Touching the broken bricks, Roman stuck his head out, and the cold air mixed with wind and snow blowing in from the tunnel eased his fear.

At this moment, Roman no longer wanted to think about unrealistic futures such as "reaching the top of Gotham" or "revenge." Having walked on the edge of death, he just wanted to live.

But at the exit, a deafening roar of an engine cruelly robbed him of even his humblest wish.

The tunnel trembled as the Batmobile rolled over the rusty rails. Under the headlights, which were as blinding as midday sunlight, even the black mask on Roman's face seemed to lose its color.

"I could have killed you that night, but do you know why I didn't?"

Jason, crowbar in hand, leaped down from the edge of the cargo area. He dimmed the headlights so Roman could clearly see his attacker's face when his skull was smashed.

"Because my priority is to maintain stability in the East District, and only then can we address our personal grudges."

Jason held the crowbar in his hand, the heavy metal bar striking his palm with a rhythmic sound.

"Wait, what personal grudge do we have! The Masked Company has never provoked the Red Hood Gang. On the contrary, it was you who launched a surprise attack on my territory in the dead of night!" Roman slowly retreated, seemingly cornered by enemies on both sides.

The only way out right now is to fight one enemy to the death. If the guy in the shelter is the legendary Knight of Judgment, then he might not turn a blind eye to the atrocities right in front of him.

If that's not enough, then add fuel to the fire.

"Is it because I stumbled upon your noodle-selling business that day that you're resentful? Or is it because I didn't pay you enough for the venue?"

Some things are negotiable. If you want to become the King of the East, I'm willing to assist you. Please don't kill me—"

Jason was completely confused, while Qin Wei, hiding in the shadows, was almost bursting out laughing.

Roman is quite intelligent, but he would never have imagined that the people surrounding him would be his family.

"cough!"

Qin Wei coughed, this time using his original voice.

"Tell me, Red Hood, should I do it myself, or should I give it to you?"

"W...."

Upon hearing this, Jason, who was so excited he could hardly contain himself, almost called out Qin Wei's name.

Perhaps others would find it hard to notice, but Jason, who had two heart-to-heart talks with Qin Wei, could hardly fail to distinguish between Matchstick Marlon and the real person. At first, he thought Oswald was trying to stage a "Man in the Iron Mask" act, aggressively confronting the penguin, but he soon discovered that the other party was also being kept in the dark.

But no matter what, he firmly believes that men are still on the road to progress.

The reunion after half a year confirmed Jason's guess; the other person's voice sounded light and cheerful, as if he had found his own path.

"Leave it to me."

Jason responded to Qin Wei by rolling up his sleeves.

This time, however, he won't be attacked by Batman because of the blood on his hands.