"Ahaoh...... A strange laugh came from the door, and then the clown slowly walked into the conference table: "I thought my jokes weren't funny." Although the clown didn't say what the joke was, the gang bosses present could tell that the clown was laughing at Liu.

'This clown is kind of interesting, going to the meeting alone?' Tsk, so many grenades on my body are not afraid to rip off the insurance. Ying Ao, who was sitting in this restaurant, looked at the stereoscopic image displayed on the wristband, and couldn't help but look up at the clown again.

You must know that the clown's strength is not high, at least in the scanning of the wristband, although the clown's physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, it is similar to a well-trained special forces.

For a moment, Ying Ao had an urge to let this group of guys die together, after all, the clown had a lot of grenades strapped to his body. If the grenade had exploded, everyone present would have gone to hell.

However, that would make it difficult for Bruce to deal with, after all, if this group of gang bosses were caught, they could also restrain their gangs, but if they died, it was certain that the leaderless gangs would have a chaotic management, and a riot would arise immediately. Put simply, there will be mass riots. In that case, Bruce wouldn't let him go.

So Ying Ao plans to wait for the clown to leave first, and then lock him up and catch him based on the biometric information.

"Give me a reason not to let my little brother, screw your head off." A big black guy was very upset when he looked at the calm clown.

"How about a trick?" The clown pulled out a pencil under the strange eyes of the gangsters and slammed it into the makeshift conference table.

"I'm going to lose this pencil." The clown made exaggerated movements as if they were the movements of a magician before a performance, and a younger brother behind the black boss walked over at the signal of the black boss, intending to blast the clown out.

However, the Joker's skills were beyond the boy's expectations, but in an instant he was controlled by the Joker and smashed into the pencil that had just been inserted on the table.

"Bang!" With a bang, the pencil penetrated his eyeball and plunged deep into his brain, killing the 'dutiful' gangster brother instantly.

"Da Da, pencil, smack, gone." The clown instantly killed the gangster and sat down on the stool next to him, and announced the end of the 'magic' performance with an exaggerated voice and a peculiar expression. It's as if you've finished performing a magician.

"Oh, by the way, this suit isn't cheap." The clown looked at the group of expressionless mob bosses.

"You should know your money...... but as soon as the clown sat down, the black guy who had been killed stood up. Obviously, the big guy felt ashamed that his subordinates were killed so easily.

"Sit down, I'd like to hear what he suggests." The gangster who was bumped into by Yingao and Batman last night spoke, and most of the gang leaders present acquiesced to his words.

"Let's turn the clock back a year ago." The clown opened up again after seeing that the gang bosses had settled down.

"These cops and lawyers don't dare to provoke any of you, but now? What happened? You didn't plant it? Well? You see, guys like me. The Joker continued with an eerie smile, knowing that the gang of gangsters had stepped into his trap.

"A freak." The black boss of the dead man sneered, and his words made everyone laugh.

"Guys like me, listen. I know why you chose to hold your group psychotherapy sessions in broad daylight. With the clown's words, the gang bosses stopped sneering, and their expressions began to become solemn, because the clown was telling the truth.

Bruce doesn't go out during the day, that's why the gangsters meet here, and at night the gangsters are as good as a pure and harmless kitten.

"I know why you're afraid to go out at night. Batman, look, it's unfortunate that Batman has you in front of Gotham. Dante, he's just the beginning. The clown looked at the stern-faced crowd and was happy, these fools could no longer escape from the palm of his hand.

In line with the clown's opinion is Ying Ao, this group of gangster idiots has completely mastered the rhythm of the conversation by the clown, and it is almost impossible not to be trapped.

"As for the so-called plan in that TV (Huaxia: Liu)? Batman has no jurisdiction, he will find him and force him to speak out. I recognize people who know how to be high-density at a glance. So ......" The clown's words were not finished, but everyone present knew what he meant.

"And what do you suggest?"

"It's simple, we, well, kill Batman." The clown said the key points succinctly and clearly.

Everything is Batman's fault, so as long as Batman is killed, then the gangster's problem will naturally not be a problem.

"Hehe......" As soon as the clown's voice fell, these gangsters invariably let out a chuckle.

"If it's that simple, why haven't you killed him yet?" The gangster men looked at the Joker with contempt, obviously not thinking that the 'freak' of the Joker would be able to kill Batman, who was helpless for them.

"If you're good at something, you can't do it for nothing." The clown didn't care, but said to the gangster very seriously.

And everyone else saw what the clown meant, and he wanted to be paid.

"How much do you want?" A gangster asked, in his opinion, the clown would only cost hundreds of millions at most, and their combined funds were nearly 10 billion.

"Uh, half." The clown did not hesitate at all, although he never had any rules in doing things, but he knew the bottom line of this group of gangsters: if the funds were really stolen by the police, then all the gangs would gradually collapse: who would mess with you without money?

'Really...... The lion opened his mouth. Even Ying Ao was speechless, you must know that the oil and water that this group of gangsters have fished in Gotham City over the years add up to at least billions of meters, although credit coins circulate in the underground world, but for the gangsters, the currency of the representation world is more important than credit coins most of the time.

"You're crazy." The gang bosses laughed again.

"No, I didn't. No, I don't. But the clown said to the gangsters present very seriously.

"If we don't discuss this now, soon, little Gambol won't even be able to find out what he wants to give to his grandmother." With the clown's words, the gangsters put away their laughter.

"Enough, you clown." The black guy who has always been unhappy with the clown is Gambol in the clown's mouth, and when he heard the clown's sarcasm, the black guy finally couldn't stand it. Slapping the table and standing up, apparently intending to make a move on the clown.