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Chapter 59-I’m a Bad Guy

“The Arkham lunatic asylum has been settled for a month. Since it has been called the Arkham lunatic asylum instead of the Arkham General Hospital, it means that the prerequisite for Arkham to treat patients is that the mental illness with a serious criminal tendency…”

“So…what should I do?”

Gotham, in a certain alley, Mu Qiu was still thinking about starting something “good”, and a figure sneaked close to him..

“Hey! Look what I found? An Asian? My God! What a perfect looted object!”

A lanky white homeless man took a dagger and placed it on Mu Qiu’s shoulder.

“Sir, please take out your life money, my patience is very limited!” The tramp rubbed the knife on Mu Qiu’s neck and wiped the fog on the surface of the knife. The light looked so dazzling.

“I can pay you, I want to ask a question.” The Asian said calmly, making the tramp a little bit faceless for a while.

“Shut up! I’m too lazy to answer your questions! I count to three. If you don’t take out the money obediently, I will kill you and search for it myself!”

“one!”

The tramp began to count, and Mu Qiu put his hand in his pocket.

“two!”

The homeless man counted, and with a simple word, he heard his inner expectation. An Asian, an Asian in Gotham, must be a rich man, right? He looked at Mu Qiu’s swollen pants pockets, and continued to count down…

three…

This sentence of three was not said by a tramp, but by Mu Qiu in his heart.

When Mu Qiu was in the world of Mr. Zombie, he carried the U.S. dollars obtained in the Marvel world.

After several incidents, Mu Qiuzao left the dollar aside. Anyway, in a small village in the Republic of China, he couldn’t spend the dollar. It just took up space.

So, when he came to the DC world, he also had no money.

What’s in that pocket? Why is it bulging?

There will always be one in his pocket.

So a handful of lime powder…

Mu Qiu took out the lime powder, his hand facing down, the homeless man stared at Mu Qiu’s hand, wanting to see how much it was.

Even in that second, the tramp had already thought that he could find a strip girl to spend the night beautifully…

But his illusion finally fell through.

Dollar?

Eat a handful of lime from Lao Tzu!

Mu Qiu flipped his palm and threw it upward!

It just happened to make a look of the tramp!

“Ah! My eyes!”

“Ah! I’m going to kill you!”

The tramp yelled, and the knife was waving in the air!

But after Mu Qiu tossed the lime, he dodged back a few meters long ago.

The lime powder was very powerful. The tramp swung his knife a few times. He couldn’t bear the pain. He threw away the knife and covered his eyes and began to fumble on the wall.

He wants to leave this alley, he wants to go to the hospital…

“Ah! My eyes must be blind… You! You! I remember how you look like, I’ll take your skin off!”

The homeless man screamed and yelled at Mu Qiu. Under normal circumstances, the blind party must beg for mercy or something, but the homeless man yelled instead.

What does this show?

Get used to being arrogant and domineering!

Gotham, really a crime capital…

“Hey! Do you want to die?”When the Asian opened his mouth, the tramp went crazy.

“Do you dare to threaten me? I’m going to kill you! Ah! Ah!”

The homeless man waved his fists, but Mu Qiu was far away, not because he was afraid of this person, but because he felt that the other person was too dirty and had a sour smell.

We must know that the smell of white and black people is particularly heavy, and we can only cover up the smell with various perfumes all year round.

The tramp sprays perfume? It would be nice for them to take a bath in half a year!

Therefore, Mu Qiu hid very far.

“I’ll just ask once. If you don’t answer, I will kill you. Anyway, killing people in this city happens every day. What’s more, this alley is so dim, even if you are dead, a tramp, who would How about calling the police for you? Oh, when it comes to this, I am really grateful to the city of Gotham for making it easy for me to complete my hobby of killing people~”

Mu Qiu talked more and more crazy, this is also for him to enter the scene in advance.

A criminal who is not mentally ill cannot be confused in Gotham.

Definitely, his multi-personality state does not need to pretend to be mentally ill. If the Arkham Asylum is not a priority to admit criminals, Mu Qiu can directly report it, and no one will say nothing.

“You! Do you dare to kill me? Hahaha! Don’t be kidding! You are just a little Asian yellow…”

The tramp hadn’t finished his insulting words, and a knife flew to his heart with a “swish!”

Because he covered his face with his hands, the knife accurately hit his heart…

“Forehead…”

He lay down on the ground, and Roar was gone for an instant.

“Look at you, I’m just asking a question, what do you keep shouting? Now, I have to see if there is a camera above my head!”

Mu Qiu pretended to look around, “Oh! There is no camera! I’m sorry, the Gotham police don’t know who killed you, hehe~ I killed someone for free today~ I’m so happy.”

After Mu Qiu said the pretentious lines, he changed into that half-dead look.

Rather than pretending to be neurotic, letting Qiu come out is completely a low-profile Joker. You don’t need to act, just release your nature.

“Hey, how should I start my stay in Arkham now?”

Mu Qiu mumbled as he walked out of the alley. The end of the alley turned out to be a run-down small bar.

“Alright, go to inquire about Gotham first, this kind of place is the most suitable…”

He walked into the bar. Although it was daytime, the bar was full of smoke and there were many people.

“Hey~ my little cutie, did your mother let you out for a drink? Hahahaha!”

A bald-headed tattooed motorcycle leather jacket man at the door mocked Mu Qiu who had just walked into the door. Four people in the same dress were standing beside him. They all followed his words and laughed.

“Do you envy me having a mother?”

What surprised the bald head was that this Asian underage person actually said such a sentence.

“Um…” The bald head didn’t understand what it meant for a while, and after a few seconds, he realized that this was a curse.

He had never thought that he would be humiliated by such a thin Asian in his chassis, in front of so many people, with the most vicious words.

“Fuc..k!” The bald head picked up a wine bottle and threw it at Mu Qiu’s head!

The latter, standing there without moving, seemed to be stunned.

He turned his face slowly, looked at the bottle that was about to hit him, and whispered to his bald head.

“You horse…”

“It’s exploded.”

“Boom!”

There was a sound of broken wine bottles.

It is different from what everyone imagined in the bar.

The Asian man turned his head slightly and escaped the flying wine bottle!

“Hey, you can’t do it~” Mu Qiu ridiculed others, and even mocked.

After speaking, walked towards the bar counter.

And behind him, a bright knife stabbed…