Chapter 170
The criminals at Arkham Asylum and the singers at the club were simply not on the same level.
Compared to getting someone out of Arkham Asylum, having a singer come and drink with Su Quan is nothing!
If you randomly grab ten passersby on the street in Gotham, all ten of them would think the same way!
Putting aside whether the singers in these clubs are respectable or not, Roman Sionis is no good either, and he has no special relationship with this singer.
The most important thing is that it's just a drink, it's not a big deal. Even if something happens, even if someone is wronged, does it matter to Roman Sionis?
Compensation or being ignored, it doesn't matter at all!
If he cared about a singer, he wouldn't be Black Mask!
As for whether losing a talented singer will affect the club's business?
Stop joking, this isn't a legitimate club to begin with, okay?
To put it bluntly, it was Roman Sionis's pride that was at play. He never really thought that Su Quan was someone like the Joker who could make him bow down, so when Su Quan opened his mouth, he felt that it was an offensive request!
You want me to give you the Black Mask?
Do you deserve it?
This is a true reflection of Roman Sionis's inner world!
Roman Sionis's expression turned cold, but a few seconds later, he put on an indescribable fake smile. He turned around, patted Mr. Zsasz, and said with a smile, "It's my fault. Go and inform them to prepare our special private room, and then have Little Bird go and accompany Mr. Su Quan after this performance."
Turning his head, Roman Sionis smiled and explained to Su Quan, "There are too many people and too many eyes here, making it inconvenient and difficult to do many things to our heart's content. Why don't we move to another place?"
Su Quan laughed, stood up, and patted Roman Sionis on the shoulder. "That's right, remember, I can only be good if I'm good, I can only be good!"
???
What is that?
Isn't it supposed to be a "you're good, I'm good, everyone's good" situation?
How come it's all "you're the best" here?
Roman Sionis gritted his teeth and held back for the time being. Originally, he only wanted to kill Su Quan, but now—he changed his mind. He wanted to cut off Su Quan's face and make it into a specimen to use as a coaster!
Su Quan, accompanied by Firehawk and Copperhead, followed Roman Sionis into the club. After wandering around for seven or eight minutes, Roman Sionis stopped in front of a door that didn't look like a typical private room.
"This is it."
"This is my favorite room in the whole club, and also the most special room. Gentlemen, enjoy yourselves."
Roman Sionis opened the door, smiling and gesturing an invitation.
The door opened!
What came into view were several dark gun barrels.
"Get inside!" Roman Sionis said menacingly, pushing Su Quan's shoulder as he tried to shove him inside.
But when he pushed, Su Quan didn't budge, while Roman Sionis experienced a sharp pain in his wrist due to excessive force.
"Ah—" Roman Sionis screamed in pain, clutching his wrist, and shouted angrily, "Fuck, get inside! Get inside right now! Fuck! Fuck!"
The situation is now quite obvious. Copperhead knew Roman Sionis was crazy, but he didn't expect him to be this crazy!
He actually wants to go after Su Quan?
Oh my god?
Could it be that Su Quan dared to go on a killing spree in a place like Dream Prison, killing so many criminals, and even Amanda Waller?
He actually dared to offend, no, dared to go against Su Quan?
Well, okay, he seems genuinely unaware, but Copperhead admires his courage!
In the past, Copperhead might not have dared to lay a hand on Roman Sionis. Although she was a professional assassin, Roman Sionis was rich and powerful. Offending him would mean that criminals and assassins throughout Gotham would hunt her down.
But now, with Su Quan as her backer, what is she afraid of!
Just as he was worried about not having a chance to show off to Su Quan, Copperhead snorted and kicked Roman Sionis.
"Woo-hoo!"
Roman Sionis screamed in agony, his body buckled, his legs pressed together, and his face contorted as he was about to kneel down.
Copperhead grabbed Roman Sionis's hair with one hand, and with the other hand, he reached to his waist and instantly placed a sharp dagger against his neck.
"Put the gun down, or my hand will shake."
Mr. Zsasz stared coldly at the Copperhead: "You're dead. I'll make sure you suffer a terrible death!"
"You can give it a try."
In a one-on-one situation, she wouldn't be afraid of anyone, not even Batman, let alone Mr. Zsasz.
Well, it's a pity he couldn't beat Batman.
Mr. Zsasz slowly lowered his gun, and the other two followed suit, kicking their guns away into the distance.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Mr. Su Quan, this is a misunderstanding!" Roman Sionis shouted to Su Quan despite the pain.
Su Quan waved to Copperhead, who hesitated, wanting to remind him not to believe this guy so easily, but thinking of his abilities and his fear of him, Copperhead released Roman Sionis.
Su Quan calmly looked at Roman Sionis and said, "Get inside."
"What? You, you made me—" Roman Sionis hadn't finished speaking when his body suddenly rolled forward involuntarily.
One circle, one circle, one circle.
Copperhead and Mr. Zsasz were dumbfounded. Roman Sionis was being way too obedient!
It actually started rolling!
"Go and bring that female singer over here," Su Quan said, pointing casually to one of Mr. Zsasz's henchmen.
The younger brother's expression stiffened slightly, and then he ran out in a panic to find the female singer.
Mr. Zsasz realized something was wrong, and then he heard Su Quan say to him, "Bring a sofa over."
Mr. Zsasz turned around and went to move the sofa without even realizing it.
Su Quan walked into the room, which was more like a spacious storage room than a room. There weren't many things inside, but the most eye-catching thing was the rope and hook in the middle of the room.
Although the window was open, the room was still filled with a somewhat nauseating smell of blood.
Judging from the looks of it, this must be the torture chamber!
Roman Sionis's place was specifically used for murder and face-slashing!
Su Quan walked over to the sofa that Mr. Zsasz had moved and sat down. It was a single sofa. After sitting down, he waved to Mr. Zsasz and said, "Hang them up!"
Mr. Zsasz had no choice but to hang Roman Sionis and another henchman upside down.
He's very skilled at this!
In the past, he was in charge of hanging people and cutting their faces.
Roman Sionis and his underling were terrified, but there was nothing they could do but hang there quietly, motionless.
"Bang."
The door opened, and a younger brother led in a nervous and apprehensive female singer.
The female singer was stunned as soon as she entered!
Su Quan waved to signal Mr. Zsasz to hang up the underling as well, then beckoned to the female singer who looked anxious and terrified.
The female singer walked shakily to Su Quan, glanced at the quietly hanging Roman Sionis and Mr. Zsasz standing to the side, and spoke cautiously with fear and confusion.
"Sir, is there anything you need?"
"What's your name?" Su Quan asked knowingly, looking her up and down.
"Dina Lance, my name is Dina Lance, sir."
Dina Lance, codenamed Black Canary, possesses sonic abilities from birth.
Originally, she was a very sexy and beautiful character, and in the comics, she was Green Arrow's official love interest and a veteran of the Birds of Prey.
But the most impressive one is Laurel from Earth-1, with his looks and physique!
There's also the Siren from Earth-2, which corresponds to the Black Canary; both are top-tier!
To put it another way, even the Black Canary in Earth-203 is quite well-fed.
But in this world, Su Quan could only describe the Black Canary before him with four words.
It's a long story!
This "hard to describe" doesn't mean it's completely terrible, but rather that it's neither good nor bad, just neither here nor there!
You think she's ugly?
Her small hairstyle, nose ring, and smoky eye makeup are quite distinctive and give her a certain charm. Although she's a bit short, her figure is actually quite good.
But you say she's pretty, right?