The doctors and guards at Arkham Asylum all received a round of electroshock therapy. One look at their faces told you they had enjoyed it immensely—an unforgettable experience for the rest of their lives.
In the end, they were thrown into the patients' rooms, one person per cell. The iron doors were shut, leaving them in pitch-black darkness, so they could enjoy the feeling of solitary confinement too.
Listening to their wails, one could tell how terrified they were. Back when they tortured the patients, they had never realized the patients' pain.
Jiang Hao released every patient from the asylum. They happily bid him farewell, but Iron Fist and pathetic Edward stayed behind. They wanted to continue following the Joker.
They found a car in the parking lot, and Jiang Hao got it started in a few quick moves. Just as Iron Fist was about to drive off, Harley ran out from inside and grabbed onto Jiang Hao's window. "Can you take me with you? I want to follow you from now on."
Jiang Hao looked at Harley coldly and said flatly, "We're not the same kind of people. We're worlds apart. My life simply doesn't suit you."
"Drive!"
Iron Fist stepped on the gas, and the car sped away. Watching the taillights vanish into the distance, Harley slumped onto the ground, deeply saddened.
Jiang Hao's final words echoed in her ears. "We're not the same kind of people. We're not the same kind of people."
As soon as the car left Arkham Asylum, a system notification chimed in Jiang Hao's mind.
"Ding~~ You released all the mental patients from Arkham Asylum and caused chaos. Points +2."
Jiang Hao smiled. He had finally figured out how to gain points. It was actually very simple: all he had to do was