"What's your name?" Jiang Hao asked the wimp.
"Edward," the wimp answered.
Jiang Hao nodded. "If you don't want to get beaten up again in the future, say you're one of my men."
The wimp looked at Jiang Hao. He had never expected to receive concern from the demon clown. For a moment, his heart was filled with happiness.
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Clown," the wimp Edward said in a trembling voice.
Jiang Hao smiled and stood up, walking toward Iron Fist in the distance. Many people had already noticed Jiang Hao talking to the wimp. Seeing him approach Iron Fist, who had been abusing others, they sensed something was about to happen and waited eagerly for the show.
Iron Fist had naturally seen that scene as well. When he saw the clown coming over, he immediately grew nervous. As Jiang Hao approached, Iron Fist promptly stood up.
"Sit down!"
Jiang Hao said softly.
The man stood a whole head taller than him. How could Jiang Hao allow himself to look up at someone?
Thud.
Iron Fist dropped back onto his seat in fright, looking up at the clown with a tense, fearful expression. He stared at Jiang Hao without daring to speak.
He was far stronger than Jiang Hao and had experienced countless battles, lingering at death's door more times than he could count. Yet for some reason, the clown's presence terrified him so much that he obediently chose to sit.
"Why did you come to Arkham?" Jiang Hao asked softly.
"I was caught robbing a bank. Later, they found I had Post-War Psychological Syndrome, so I was sent here for treatment," Iron Fist said.
Jiang Hao knew what Post-War Psychological Syndrome was. Its clinical name should have been post-traumatic stress disorder, abbreviated as PTSD. It was a