Two-Face eagerly tore off the hood, revealing Marone's terrified face.
"Hahaha, you bastard, you finally fell into my hands."
An excited, twisted expression appeared on Harvey Dent's ugly face.
Shimizu took a few steps to the side.
He was afraid blood might splash onto him later.
Swift was the perfect fashionable trench coat he had painstakingly made. What if the stains wouldn't wash out?
Marone's mouth was stuffed with a rag, leaving him unable to speak. He could only whimper and mumble, though no one knew what he was trying to say.
Harvey Dent was about to remove the rag, but he stopped and took a coin from his pocket.
"I really want to hear you beg for mercy, but I also really want to hear you scream. As for which one to choose, I'll leave it to absolute fairness. Heads, you beg. Tails, you scream."
The coin was tossed high into the air, then fell to the ground with a crisp clink.
Tails.
Two-Face snapped his fingers.
One of his underlings took a small test tube from a case he carried and handed it to Harvey Dent.
"Do you know what this is?"
Harvey Dent pinched the test tube between two fingers and dangled it before Marone's eyes.
"This is ten milliliters of concentrated sulfuric acid, at a concentration of 98.3 percent. I don't know if it's the same concentration as the acid you used when you ruined me, but..."
With a pop, Harvey Dent pulled out the stopper.
"I think the pain is the same."
A drop of concentrated sulfuric acid fell onto Marone's palm.
It was clearly agonizing.
Marone's entire body trembled violently. Bound by ropes, he writhed madly on the ground, his old face flushed red and his eyes bulging.
"Oh, oh, oh, you can't take