After giving the driver a scare the entire way, the taxi finally arrived at Scott Asylum.
He did not even ask for the fare. After Li Wei got out, the taxi driver tossed out a single sentence before fleeing without looking back.
"Sir, forget the fare. It's on me!"
Li Wei stared at the rear of the taxi as it vanished in a trail of exhaust, utterly dumbfounded.
Although Li Wei himself had no money, he really had not planned to skip out on the bill. If he did not have any money, did those Maroni Family lackeys not have any either?
What was that guy so afraid of? Did he look like a bad guy?
What an injustice!
"Hey! You yellow-skinned pig, what are you doing? Filming here means you have to pay a fine!"
Just as Li Wei was wondering whether he looked too harmless, a shrill howl suddenly reached his ears.
At that form of address, a cold gleam flashed through Li Wei's eyes.
A thug dressed like a security guard swaggered over, twirling a rubber baton in his hand.
Other than the Scott Asylum uniform on him proving he was a security guard, nothing else about him had anything to do with security work!
Li Wei finally understood what the taxi driver had been afraid of. Just as he thought, the driver definitely had not been afraid of him!
What filming fine? That was all bullshit. They just wanted to shake him down!
Seeing that Li Wei said nothing, the thug became somewhat annoyed.
"Yellow-skinned pig, are you deaf? I'm talking to you! This is Boss Maroni's turf!" As he spoke, the thug waved his rubber baton threateningly at Li Wei. "Watch it, or I'll have you locked up in the asylum!"
Rather than getting angry, Li Wei laughed, revealing a kind and gentle smile. He had come to the right place.
There was no need to argue with the dead.
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A low voice rang out as Li Wei's figure gradually changed and stretched.
"Become my work, and you shall transcend..."
Li Wei transformed into Khada Jhin once again.
His body was slender, and he held an extravagantly designed pistol.
He wore theatrical attire and heavy makeup.
The bizarre bone-white mask sent a chill down the thug's spine.
Twisted, mad, elegant...
Countless contradictory temperaments merged together within Li Wei.
Of course, the thug was not educated enough to describe the scene before him.
"Fuck!" The exclamation slipped from his mouth before he shouted shakily, "Y-you... what are you trying to do? This is Maroni Family territory!"
This thug was considered a minor leader within the Maroni Family.
At this moment, he had already sensed that something was wrong.
They were gangsters, not warriors. Compared to fighting, they were better at bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Although he knew there were plenty of gang members inside the asylum behind him, they could not give him even the slightest sense of security right now.
That inexplicable pressure sent cold sweat silently sliding down his back. A cold gust of wind swept past, and he could not help shuddering.
"Shh, the performance is about to begin..."
Li Wei raised one finger, while the corner of his mouth beneath the mask curled into a strange arc.
This feeling was intoxicating. Even the air was filled with the scent of art!
"Your utter mediocrity shall be thoroughly elevated by my peerless genius!"
"Madman! You're a madman!"
The thug could no longer endure that groundless terror. He turned and ran toward the asylum, screaming in collapse as he fled.
Even in a real asylum, he had never seen a lunatic like this!
If Li Wei knew what he was thinking, he would certainly tell him that only Arkham deserved to be called an asylum.
The extravagantly designed pistol spun ceaselessly in Li Wei's hand.
He looked at the thug's retreating back and spoke softly.
"Madman? All Artists are madmen..."
Accompanied by the sound of a bullet leaving the chamber, a purple bullet shot from the pistol.
It pierced precisely through the thug's back and struck his heart.
The thug had no time to react. He even ran forward several more steps before collapsing to the ground.
The next second, a flower of flesh and blood blossomed upon the ground.
Silent and brilliant.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
The thug's loud shout had successfully drawn the attention of the gang members in the distant asylum.
When they saw Li Wei shoot that minor leader into a flower of flesh and blood, they did not know what had happened or why such a bizarre scene had appeared.
But they knew someone had come looking for trouble!
"Motherfucker!"
Amid furious roars, the gang members stationed in the asylum surged out like a disturbed hornet's nest.
Because of Gotham City's unique environment.
The gangs here could not be compared to ordinary gangs. Every one of them carried automatic firearms, and they even had heavy weapons like machine guns and rocket launchers!
Their combat ability might not compare to the military's.
But in terms of firepower, these gang members were no weaker than an ordinary army!
The gangsters had only one thought: no matter who their opponent was, he was alone. Their firepower was enough to tear apart anyone who dared provoke the Maroni Family!
But unfortunately, they were facing Li Wei—Li Wei using the Khada Jhin Hero Template.
Facing the whistling bullets and ammunition, Li Wei gently inhaled the scent of gunpowder filling the air, as though he had returned to the days when Khada Jhin was hunted across all of Runeterra.
The feeling had come!
Countless inspirations appeared out of nowhere in his mind!
So this was art...
The next moment, Li Wei lightly leaped into the air and danced gracefully, like a ballerina taking the stage on Broadway.
Yet every movement perfectly evaded the incoming barrage.
Bullets brushed past him, their airflow making his theatrical costume flap violently.
Even while dodging, Li Wei did not stop moving his hands.
The pistol spun continuously in his hand. Every burst of gunfire took a living life, while another flower of flesh and blood bloomed upon the ground.
Regardless of whether they were tall or short, fat or thin, rich or poor, the flowers of flesh and blood they bloomed into were astonishingly identical.
From a certain perspective, only under Li Wei's gun was there absolute equality.
All of this happened within only a few breaths.
The expressions on those gang members' faces were exceptionally vivid: shock, disbelief, confusion, fear...
The varied expressions pushed this performance to its climax!
Although they had still found the courage to rush forward after seeing the first minor leader turn into a flower beneath Li Wei's gun, once they personally witnessed someone beside them become a blooming flower of flesh and blood a second later—
That bizarre terror instantly shattered their mental defenses.
And that unscathed, still elegant figure amid the rain of bullets magnified that terror countless times over!
Elegant, yet brimming with murderous intent.
At last, someone could no longer take it!
When had they ever experienced a battle this bizarre?
"Ah..." A broken scream rang out.
One gang member turned and ran. Now, he finally understood exactly how that minor leader had felt.
Then, as though triggering a chain reaction.
The remaining gang members followed suit.
In an instant, the situation reversed. The gang members ran back even faster than they had charged out.
After killing another gang member, Li Wei looked over the situation before him.
He murmured to himself.
"How could art be interrupted? Art must be perfect..."
As he spoke, he brushed his waist, and a strangely shaped purple grenade appeared in his hand.
With a light toss, the grenade flew toward one of the fleeing gang members as if it had eyes.
"Boom!"
With the explosion, another flower of flesh and blood bloomed.
But that was not all. After exploding, the grenade remained completely intact and automatically flew toward a second person.
Explosion after explosion pursued the gang members like the footsteps of death.
At the same time, Li Wei continued murmuring.
"Art is worth suffering for..."
"Boom!"
"Art is so unpredictable..."
"Boom!"
"Art must transcend reason..."
"Boom!"
"Art should strike fear into people's hearts..."
At the same time, Li Wei watched the final four gang members run farther and farther away.
He silently stopped, took several parts from his leg, and began attaching them to the pistol in his hand.
"Art must possess a certain cruelty!"
As Li Wei's words fell, four sharp whistles of bullets tearing through the air rang out.
The final four flowers of flesh and blood bloomed before the gates of Scott Asylum.
Li Wei looked around, then deeply bowed toward the sea of flesh-and-blood flowers stretching from before him into the distance.
"I like the number four..."
Those gang members did not deserve the privilege Dr. Hugo had received of being left alive. After all, not everyone could push forbidden human experiments to the extreme like Dr. Hugo, even reviving the dead.
The pistol in Li Wei's hand resumed its endless spinning. He strolled through the sea of flesh-and-blood flowers and entered the asylum gates.
After searching the entire asylum, Li Wei did not find a single other living person.
There was not even one patient! No doctors either.
There were not even signs that anyone had stayed in the wards for a short time.
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