At that moment, Bruce used every curse he knew to viciously berate the event's organizers in his mind.
As the world's greatest detective, there was no way he could fail to see that this was a trap aimed at Schiller.
Schiller got seasick, so they held a game at sea that Schiller had no choice but to attend. Oliver was the bait. Whether it was Oliver himself or the work he was doing, both were reasons Schiller had to board the ship.
But Bruce was not cursing the organizers because they had lured Schiller into a trap with such underhanded means. It was because those goddamn geniuses had not even investigated their target before making their plan!
Bruce truly wanted to pry open their skulls and see how many tons of seawater had flooded their brains. Watching the staff inspect invited guests one by one before they boarded the cruise ship, Bruce roared inwardly, Do you know whose prison this is?!
Bruce felt an urge to jump overboard.
Because his keen powers of observation told him that the personality currently controlling Schiller's body was not Manipulation. It was more like the madman Bruce had seen the first time he encountered Pathology.
Bruce hesitantly looked at the water beside him, then raised his head to look toward Gotham Docks in the distance. The ship was still not too far from land. If he jumped now, he should be able to swim back to the docks quickly.
But even if the ship had already gone far out, the wisest choice would still have been to jump in and swim immediately. Even swimming across half the Atlantic Ocean would have been far safer than setting foot aboard this ship.
Yet Bruce hesitated. Besides the people participating in the game, there were also tourists