Creating the League of Heroes in Gotham

After a terrifying drive, the taxi finally arrived at Scott Asylum.

Without even asking for the fare, after Li Wei got out, the taxi driver simply uttered a single sentence and fled without looking back.

"Sir, you can keep the fare, consider it on me!"

Li Wei stared blankly at the disappearing taillights.

Although Li Wei himself didn't have money, he hadn't intended to skip out on the bill. If he didn't, surely the Maroni Family thugs wouldn't have either?

What was this guy so afraid of? Did he look like a bad guy?

It was a complete injustice!

"Hey! You yellow-skinned pig, what are you doing! You have to pay a fine for filming here!"

Just as Li Wei was pondering whether he looked approachable, a harsh, barking voice suddenly reached his ears.

Hearing the other party's address, a cold glint appeared in Li Wei's eyes.

A thug dressed as a security guard swaggered over, swinging a rubber baton.

Apart from the uniform bearing the Scott Asylum logo that identified him as a security guard, there was nothing else about him that suggested he was one!

Li Wei finally understood what the taxi driver had been afraid of. He knew it couldn't have been him!

The talk of filming fines was all nonsense, just an attempt to extort money from him!

Seeing that Li Wei remained silent, the thug became agitated.

"Yellow-skinned pig, are you deaf! I'm talking to you! This is Boss Maroni's territory!" With that, the thug menacingly waved his rubber baton at Li Wei. "Be careful, or we'll lock you up in the asylum!"

Li Wei smiled instead of getting angry, revealing a gentle and kind smile. He had come to the right place.

He saw no need to argue with the dead.

[Using Khada Jhin Experience Card (23:30)]

A deep voice sounded, accompanied by Li Wei's gradually shifting and elongating figure.

"Become my masterpiece, and you shall transcend..."

Chapter 5: The Show Is About to Begin!

Li Wei transformed into Khada Jhin once more.

His figure was gaunt, holding an exaggeratedly styled short gun in his hand.

He wore a theatrical costume and heavy makeup.

A bizarre bone-white mask sent shivers down the thug's spine.

Twisted, insane, elegant...

Countless contradictory auras merged within Li Wei.

Of course, the thug's level of education was insufficient to describe the scene before him.

"Fuck!" An exclamation escaped his lips, followed by a trembling shout, "What... what are you doing? This is the Maroni Family's territory!"

This thug was actually a minor boss within the Maroni Family.

At this moment, he sensed a hint of danger.

They were merely mobsters, not warriors. Compared to fighting, they were better at bullying the weak.

Even though he knew there were many other gang members inside the asylum behind him, they offered no sense of security at all.

This inexplicable sense of pressure caused cold sweat to trickle down his back. A cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Shh, the performance is about to begin..."

Li Wei raised a finger, the corners of his mouth curling into a sinister arc beneath the mask.

The feeling was captivating, filling the air with an artistic aura!

"Your mediocrity will be utterly elevated by my unparalleled genius!"

"Madman! You're a madman!"

The thug could no longer endure this baseless fear. He turned and sprinted towards the asylum, shouting in despair.

Even in a real mental institution, they had never seen such a madman!

If Li Wei knew his thoughts, he would have told him that only Arkham could house such lunatics.

The exaggeratedly styled short gun spun in Li Wei's hand.

He looked at the thug's retreating back and said softly.

"Madman? All artists are madmen..."

With the sound of a gunshot, a purple bullet shot out from the short gun.

It pierced the thug's back with precision, striking his heart.

The thug didn't even have time to react. He even managed to run a few more steps before collapsing to the ground.

The next second, a flower of flesh and blood bloomed on the ground.

Silent and brilliant.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The loud shouts of the thug just now successfully drew the attention of the gangsters in the distant mental hospital.

When they saw Li Wei shoot the small leader into a flower of flesh and blood, they didn't know what had happened, nor why such a bizarre scene had appeared.

But they knew trouble had arrived!

"Motherfucker!"

With roars, the gangsters stationed in the mental hospital swarmed out, like a disturbed beehive.

Because of Gotham's unique environment.

The gangsters here were nothing compared to traditional gangs; every one of them was armed with fully automatic firearms, and even heavy weapons like machine guns and rocket launchers!

Their combat effectiveness might not compare to the army.

But in terms of firepower, the intensity of these gangsters' firepower was already on par with an ordinary army!

These gangsters had only one thought: no matter who their opponent was, he was alone, and their firepower was enough to tear this guy who dared to offend the Maroni Family to shreds!

But unfortunately, they were facing Li Wei, Li Wei who had used the Khada Jhin Hero Template.

Facing the whistling bullets and ammunition, Li Wei gently sniffed the smell of gunpowder lingering in the air, as if he were reliving Khada Jhin's days of being hunted across the entire Runeterra.

The feeling arrived!

Countless inspirations spontaneously generated in his mind!

Is this art...

The next moment, Li Wei leaped lightly, like a ballet dancer performing on Broadway, dancing gracefully in the air.

Yet, every single movement perfectly avoided the incoming gunfire.

Bullets whizzed past, the air currents they created rustling his costume.

While dodging, Li Wei didn't stop his actions.

The short gun in his hand spun continuously, each shot spitting fire taking a life, and a flower of flesh and blood bloomed on the ground.

Regardless of height, build, wealth, or poverty, the blood and flesh flowers they bloomed were surprisingly consistent.

From a certain perspective, only under Li Wei's gun was there absolute equality.

All of this happened in just a few breaths.

The expressions on the faces of these gangsters were incredibly vivid: shock, disbelief, confusion, fear...

These varied expressions pushed the performance to its peak!

Although they still had the courage to charge forward after seeing the first small leader turn into a flower from Li Wei's shot, when they personally saw the person beside them turn into a blooming flower of flesh and blood just a moment ago.

This bizarre sense of fear instantly shattered their defenses.

And in the hail of bullets, the unharmed and still elegant figure magnified this fear countless times!

Elegant yet lethally menacing.

Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore!

When had they ever experienced such a bizarre battle!

"Ah..." a scream of collapse rang out.

A gangster turned and ran. Now, he finally empathized with that small leader.

Then, as if triggering a chain reaction.

The remaining gangsters followed suit.

In an instant, the situation reversed, and these gangsters retreated even faster than they had arrived.

After killing another gangster, Li Wei observed the situation on the field.

He muttered to himself.

"How can art be interrupted? Art must be perfect..."

Saying that, he brushed his waist, and a strangely shaped purple grenade appeared in his hand.

With a gentle toss, the grenade flew towards one of the fleeing gangsters as if it had eyes.

"Boom!"

An explosion, and another flower of flesh and blood bloomed.

This was not the end; after exploding, the grenade remained intact and automatically flew towards the second person.

Explosion after explosion, like the footsteps of death, pursued the gangsters.

At the same time, Li Wei kept muttering.

"Art is worth suffering for..."

"Boom!"

"Art, so fickle..."

"Bang!"

"Art must transcend common sense..."

"Bang!"

"Art should awe the soul..."

At the same time, Li Wei watched the last four mobsters run further and further away.

He silently stopped, took several parts from his leg, and began assembling them onto the short gun in his hand.

"Art must be quite cruel!"

As Li Wei's words fell, the sharp sound of four bullets cutting through the air rang out.

The last four flowers of flesh and blood bloomed before the gates of Scott Asylum.

Li Wei surveyed the scene, then bowed deeply to the sea of flesh and blood that spread out before him into the distance.

"I like the number four..."

As for these mobsters, they didn't deserve the treatment of being left alive by Dr. Hugo. After all, not everyone could, like Dr. Hugo, push the boundaries of human experimentation to the extreme, even to the point of resurrecting the dead.

The short gun in Li Wei's hand resumed its constant spinning. He leisurely stepped over the sea of flesh and blood and walked into the asylum's entrance.

After searching the entire asylum, Li Wei found no other living people.

Not a single patient! Nor any doctors.

There wasn't even any sign of recent occupation in the wards.