"Bruce Wayne, what the hell are you doing?!" Amanda shouted as she chased after Bruce down the corridor.
Bruce pursed his lips, stopped, and turned to Amanda. "Ms. Waller, Professor Rodriguez was not wrong when he said you lacked talent and were far too emotional."
"You haven't noticed at all that I'm in a bad mood and don't understand what's going on, yet you're still questioning me in such a rude tone."
"How could I—"
A series of metallic clicks rang out. Amanda suddenly realized that the security personnel behind her had trained their black gun barrels on her. Bruce, standing in the darkness, looked at her with cold eyes and said:
"Your memory is poor too. I already told you that people like you, who go after criminals out of hatred, are the minority. Most people work for money."
"Bruce Wayne! You bastard!! You stole my achievement!!" Amanda screamed.
Bruce shook his head. "Don't think too highly of yourself. You had no achievement worth stealing. This prison is worse off now than an empty wasteland."
Seeing Amanda's shocked expression, Bruce Wayne said, "What exactly are you surprised about? Where did you get the confidence to think your personal charisma could inspire more loyalty than my money?"
Faced with the gun barrels drawing ever closer, Amanda slowly raised her hands, the furious expression on her face freezing in place.
Bruce gave her one last look and turned to leave. Amanda gritted her teeth and said:
"I'm surprised that you and Schiller Rodriguez really were cut from the same cloth. You truly are his prized student!"
With that, she reached out, pushed aside the gun barrel in front of her, hurried after Bruce, and told him, "I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless. If your prison reform lets these criminals escape,