To be precise, it should be Jerome who finally met Edward.
Before that, Jerome's impression of Edward was just that of a petty thief with poor criminal methods. Jerome had no news about Edward's previous arrest. He didn't even know what Edward looked like.
At this time, the eyes of Jerome and Edward collided through the crowd.
The media reporters and photographers who were originally at the scene also secretly shifted the angle of the camera to accurately record the scene.
"Oh? Who are you?" Jerome looked at Edward with interest.
He felt a particularly familiar aura on Edward.
This person is also from Arkham Asylum?
A bit interesting...
Although Jerome does not know Edward, many of the dignitaries present and the audience sitting in front of the TV know Edward!
They have more or less experienced the kidnapping case of a city council member that happened not long ago.
The way they got to know Edward was naturally through the police report from the Gotham police station.
Although Jerome's bomb attack attracted more people, it does not mean that no one knows about the crimes committed by Edward.
Especially his title Riddler has been widely circulated among Gotham.
Everyone at the charity party could feel the sparks generated when the two people's eyes collided!
Even the viewers sitting in front of the TV could feel that there seemed to be two unknown auras colliding between the two!
But in the perspective of Jerome and Edward.
collision?
Doesn't exist!
Edward had long known from Li Wei that Jerome was his "senior brother".
Although Jerome didn't know that Edward was sent to Arkham Asylum for "treatment".
However, Jerome felt the aura of Arkham Asylum from Edward.
It seems that this "junior brother" is very hostile to me!
Although I don't know why, but...
As an outstanding graduate from there, Jerome plans to teach this "little junior brother" whom he has never seen before!
"Who am I?" Edward said with a bohemian smile as he walked confidently through the crowd to the stage, "My name is Edward·Nygma. If you don't know my name, you can call me another name."
"Riddler, this is the name everyone gave me. I like this name."
Not to mention, Edward, who had a bohemian smile on his face at this time, seemed to have an inexplicable and elegant prodigal temperament about him.
At this time Edward had already stepped onto the steps leading to the stage.
"But..." At this point, Edward's face became a little ugly. "However, everyone always ranks me behind Mr. Jerome. I am very dissatisfied."
Looking at Edward who was gradually coming forward and listening to his words, the iconic crazy smile on Jerome's face did not change at all.
"So? Mr. Riddler, what is the interesting gameplay you just mentioned?"
At this time Edward had already stepped onto the podium, and he and Jerome were standing on the left and right. Bruce Wayne had already been tied to the big turntable between the two men under the threat of guns held by Jerome.
Edward had an uninhibited smile on his face.
Jerome, standing opposite him, still had that crazy smile on his face.
Coupled with Bruce in the middle, this scene is full of drama.
The media reporters at the charity gala once again quietly moved their cameras to record the scene completely.
No one noticed their little movements. Of course, Jerome noticed it, but he had no intention of paying attention to it.
Alfred in the audience may be the one who cares most about Bruce·Wayne at the entire charity party.
He looked at Bruce who was tied to the big turntable, his face and eyes full of worry.
Alfred has made up his mind. If the young master really encounters any danger, he will save the young master even if he risks his own life!
However, for Li Wei, the fun-loving person far away in Arkham Asylum, he has no worries in this regard.
Jerome doesn't know yet, but Bruce is the future Batman.
But maybe it was fate.
Jerome just wants Bruce to become as crazy as him. He will not kill Bruce so easily.
Otherwise, how can we be called lifelong enemies?
Even if someone else wants to kill Bruce, Jerome will not agree!
The charity gala continues.
"I think if you play the way I do, it will be more interesting!" Edward said confidently. "We can select a few lucky spectators from those present and let them throw throwing knives at Master Bruce."
Edward turned his head, his eyes scanning the faces of everyone present, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was inexplicably dangerous.
"If we can hit Master Bruce, then this person will pass safely. If not, we will pierce the body of this lucky spectator with these missing flying knives."
Jerome's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard Edward's words!
His original plan was just to throw knives on Bruce, and then let the audience decide the number of knives.
For each additional throwing knife, he can let go of one spectator present.
However, after listening to Edward's gameplay, Jerome also changed his mind.
"Mr. Riddler, your proposal is very good! So, now please look for the lucky audience among everyone present!"
Hearing Jerome's approval, Edward couldn't help but feel a hint of joy on his face, but he quickly suppressed it.
Edward couldn't help but be a little happy to be recognized by Jerome.
But soon, Edward realized that what he wanted to gain was not Jerome's approval!
But beyond Jerome!
Although Edward wanted to surpass Jerome, he had no intention of having a life-or-death showdown with Jerome.
Li Wei Dean had conveyed Arkham Asylum's rules to him.
"Graduates" who graduated from the lunatic asylum can fight each other, but they are not allowed to kill each other!
All Edward can do is compete with Jerome in crime.
Moreover, he will definitely let everyone in Gotham know who is the best riddle expert!
As Edward's eyes continued to circulate on the dignitaries in the audience, all those who met his eyes subconsciously dodge.
No one wants to be the "lucky guy".
Let's not talk about the accuracy of throwing the throwing knives themselves. Even if they are sure to hit Bruce.
But what about Wayne Enterprises's next revenge?
And in full view of the public, especially on live television, can they really do this?
But if these flying knives don't pierce Bruce, they will pierce themselves.
This is obviously unacceptable to them.
Although in their hearts, they wish that all the flying knives could be pierced on Bruce, it would be better for others to suffer than themselves, but these powerful men still need a fig leaf.
They just hope that the chosen person will not be themselves, and that the chosen person can completely kill Bruce in the first round...
Only in this way can they continue to throw throwing knives at Bruce with peace of mind.
Soon, Edward selected the first lucky viewer.
This is a lady.
With a bloated figure, even heavy makeup can't cover up the fleshy face.
But even though she was so bloated, she still wore a lady's dress.
Rather than saying she looks like a noble lady, she looks more like a cook.
With a big head and a thick neck, he is either a rich man or a cook - this sentence is also applicable in the DC universe.
"It's you, the lady on the other end"
Edward Although he changed his wording in time, the disgust in his tone could not be hidden.
However, the lady on the other end was not in the mood to care about Edward's tone at this time.
She looked around with panic on her face, trying to find the focus of Edward's gaze among the other people around her.
But obviously, throughout the charity gala scene.
There are very few people with such a banging figure like this lady.
As for the other people around her, they don't even have anything to do with the word lady. Regardless of whether they are old or young, they are all men.
"Is it me?" The lady on the other end muttered to herself with a sad face, "Why is it me, why is it me..."
Everyone else around her looked at her with pity, but no one answered her question.
To be precise, no one answered her question except Edward.
"Because you have the biggest target among the crowd." Edward looked at her with disgust and gave him an ultimatum. "This lucky lady, please come up to the stage, otherwise I will shoot~"
As Edward finished speaking, Jerome's younger brothers also screamed and raised their guns to point at her.
Obviously Edward's murderous and heart-wrenching gameplay touched the excitement point in the hearts of these mentally ill people. They were willing to cooperate with Edward to complete the game without Jerome giving orders.
Under the threat of the black hole of the gun, in order to avoid being beaten by bullets, this lady could only make the same choice as Bruce Wayne, and walked onto the podium with a sad face.
After she came on stage, Edward thrust a throwing knife into her hand with a look of disgust on her face, trying to avoid touching the lady during the entire process.
Li Wei, who was far away from Arkham Asylum, saw this scene through his field of vision, and he didn't understand why Edward had so much malice towards this lady.
Maybe it's because Edward was disliked by the former archivist when he was at Gotham police station, or maybe it's because this lady's goal is too big and too eye-catching.
Or maybe it's because Edward simply hates women.
Who knows?
However, no one cares about these details anyway.
"Okay, madam, don't cry sadly, be happy, you are very lucky." Edward put on his glasses with his white-gloved hands, and then adjusted the top hat on his head, "I have just said the rules, please start your performance."
At this time, the lady on the other end was nervously sweating from her forehead. The sweat dripped down her cheeks, smearing the heavy makeup on her face like a grimace.
The makeup that had been washed away by sweat was now shiny because of the sweat beads on her cheeks, like a big piece of pork.
"I..." The lady held the throwing knife tremblingly in her hand, but she never dared to throw it at Bruce.
At this time, Alfred, who was in the crowd, was already ready to draw his gun and shoot.
As long as the lady dared to make any strange move, he could no longer care about other issues. He would kill the lady as soon as possible to ensure the safety of the young master.
Under the double threat of countless eyes and the guns of these criminals, the lady finally couldn't hold on any longer.
However, she did not throw the flying knife at Bruce. Instead, she sat down on the ground and broke down crying.
"Why me? I don't dare. Do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me..."
Her two short and thick legs were kicking around on the ground, looking like a shrew, which was simply unbearable to look at.
Edward obviously had no interest in knowing her identity. He waved his hand at a kind of mentally ill criminal with disgust on his face.
Then there was a sound like beans breaking.
"Da da da da da da da..."
Fierce firepower spurted out from the muzzles of the mentally ill criminals, rushing toward the lady on the ground.
Just like there is no black mermaid princess in reality, such a bloated lady absolutely cannot be Superman.
Since she is not Superman, facing the overwhelming firepower, there is no doubt about her fate.
In an instant, she was beaten into a hornet's nest. The bullets passed through her body, bringing out large areas of minced meat, covering the podium near her feet.
Jerome saw the minced meat everywhere, quietly shook his head and sighed.