Chapter 31: This Isn't Fair

In the narrow passage outside the iron door of the tower, five sinister-looking thugs were chatting and laughing. They all had handguns strapped to their waists, which was one of the reasons they were so relaxed.

Five guards were stationed in a place where it was unlikely for anyone to pass by. Each of them was armed with a gun. Was there an easier task than this?

Of course, if they were local criminals from Gotham, they might have been wary of anything lurking in the shadows in such circumstances. Unfortunately, these were just miscellaneous criminals recruited by Black Mask from Metropolis, with no such awareness.

So, as they continued cheerfully discussing their fantasies about Harley Quinn in lewd and vulgar language, they were completely unaware that death had crept up beside them.

"Listen, if that woman Harley Quinn gets to me after being played with by everyone else, I'll gouge out her eyeballs and—"

"Haha, that's enough, you're already disgusting."

As the other four laughed vulgarly at his perverse words, they suddenly noticed that something was off about him—almost as if in response to his own words, one of his eyeballs suddenly "popped" out on its own.

Swish!

The other four stared in shock at the guy with the evil smile still on his face. In his bloody eye socket, a sharp dagger covered in blood was revealed.

"Ah shit!—"

One of them reacted faster than the others, immediately trying to shout—but this also meant that he died faster than the others. In the next moment, a sharp dagger had already pierced his throat, silencing him.

The team of five was reduced to three in a matter of seconds, but the remaining three were also ruthless criminals. Realizing they were in a fight for their lives, they immediately drew their handguns from their waists.

Hey-ha-ha-ha! Hey-ha-ha-ha!

But at that moment, a sharp and unpleasant laughter sounded at one of the thug's feet. A box with a popping out Joker doll made him painfully clutch his face and crouch down, diverting the attention of the other two for a moment.

That moment was often fatal. Jekyll immediately threw the corpse of the thug he had just killed towards the nearest enemy to him.

Plop!

Watching helplessly as his comrade's body flew towards him, the thug could only instinctively raise his hands to push the body away. But after pushing the body aside and seeing Jekyll already lunging towards him, it was too late to mount a defense.

With a flash of the blade and blood splattering, another thug could only clutch his throat in despair and collapse to the ground.

Now, there was only one thug left standing, witnessing his comrades being killed instantly, and another one writhing in pain. His face contorted with extreme fear.

"Monster! Monster! There's a monster here! Requesting backup! Quick—"

He desperately pressed his earpiece for backup, but he immediately realized something was wrong—the only response he received was the crackling sound of electricity.

"Don't come near me!!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In despair, he retreated while wildly firing his gun in Jekyll's direction, completely disregarding whether he might hit his own comrades.

However, to his disbelief, an incredible sight unfolded. This man, like a demon, effortlessly maneuvered through the barrage of bullets with ghostly speed, and in the next moment, he was standing right in front of him.

"Done playing around? Then it's my turn."

Splat!

A simple and unpretentious stab pierced the thug's throat. The look in his eyes as he faced Jekyll before his death was one of utter despair, as if he had seen a terrifying demon.

Pfft.

Jekyll spat out a few shards of glass from his mouth. In the moment when he had been targeted by the gun, he had bitten down on a small vial hidden in his mouth.

Poison from Poison Ivy was indeed incomparable to those released by Black Mask. In the instant he inhaled the poison, he felt as if time around him had almost come to a standstill, and the trajectory of the bullets was clear as day.

So, this was what it felt like to have the perspective of the Flash. However, unlike the Flash, Jekyll didn't have the blessing of super speed. His body also became slow, and if he tried to move faster, he felt like he would injure himself.

Moreover, the effects of the poison came and went quickly. In just about ten seconds, as Jekyll pulled the knife out of the thug's throat, he felt his strength rapidly draining away.

Taking advantage of the lingering effects of the poison, Jekyll quickly walked over to the last thug who was still paralyzed by fear from the Fright Box, effortlessly delivering the final blow. With that, all five thugs who were originally guarding the entrance had met their demise in less than a minute.

Phew. Jekyll breathed a sigh of relief, then slumped down against the corner of the wall. The side effects of the poison left him momentarily weak. It seemed that this superhuman state couldn't be used continuously—fortunately, he needed to wait for his other abilities to cool down anyway.

[Killed targets × 5, gained 100 experience points.]

Jekyll suddenly remembered that he had killed four people the last time he saved Harley, earning 80 experience points, and now with this encounter, a total of 180 points. Judging from his past upgrades, it seemed that he leveled up every 200 points, so he just needed to kill one more person.

He wondered what new changes there would be in his skills after leveling up. But there was no time to dwell on these thoughts now. After resting for about five minutes, Jekyll felt recovered from the side effects. He took a deep breath and stood up, ready to leave.

According to the map provided by Walker, as long as he exited from here and went straight down the stairwell, he would reach the boiler room on the bottom floor. The route wasn't complicated, which wasn't surprising since this place was originally designed as a regular power plant. It would be odd if it were as complex as a maze in a game.

Buzz.

Suddenly, Jekyll felt something vibrating in his pocket. It was the small tool with the bat pattern that Walker had given him. Wait, did this thing have this function?

In that instant, Jekyll suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

Swish!

Following his intuition, Jekyll decisively used his skill to disappear from his original location. His actions proved to be correct because in the next moment, a bright flash of blade passed through where he had just been.

"Hmm? You actually sensed it—You really are becoming more unexpected, clone."

Maintaining his invisibility, Jekyll's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for the inexplicable vibration of that little tool, he would have been caught off guard and separated from his body—without even the chance to enhance himself with the drug.

In the shadow at the doorway, a tall and graceful woman appeared, dressed in a black leather bodysuit that accentuated her devilish figure, with soft, slightly curly brown hair cascading down her back.

But contrary to her mature and charming appearance, her eyes were filled with chilling murderous intent.

Jekyll immediately understood who she was and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Aren't she supposed to be the final boss of the dungeon? How come she's making her appearance right after i dealt with minions?!

This isn't fair!

Undoubtedly, she was the most dangerous and powerful enemy here—Thalia al Ghul.

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