Watching The Joker's playful expression, completely devoid of fear, Bruce gently shook his head.
He raised his right hand, pressed his fingers together like a gun just as The Joker had done, and pointed them at his own temple.
"Peng!"
Bruce mimed shooting himself in the head, and the gesture immediately made The Joker burst into laughter.
With The Joker's final, unfathomably deep smile behind him, Bruce turned around and left the room without looking back.
6:42 p.m. that night.
Los Angeles, United States.
Heisenberg, still asleep, kept feeling someone tapping his leg.
He lazily opened his eyes. The soft flesh beside him was constantly squeezing against his body.
Perhaps because there had been too many people last night, the enormous bed he was sleeping in looked like a cat nest crammed with more than a dozen golden cats.
You were piled on top of me, and I was pressed beneath you.
Ah...
How lonely...
Heisenberg pushed aside the soft limbs draped over him and rescued himself from the pile of women.
But the effort clearly did not go smoothly. The half-asleep girls, truly exhausted to the point of weakness, were not so easy to shake off.
It was fortunate that Maze was there to help him. Otherwise, even if Heisenberg was the Sun God...
No one said the Sun God had to be good at handling girls, right?
Still, when Heisenberg saw Maze standing by the bed and helping move Scarlett Johansson aside...
Heisenberg did not care at all that Maze had seen every inch of him. Instead, he asked with a chuckle.
"Were you the one tapping my leg just now?"
"Heh, of course. Are all you important people this slow to react?
Whether it's you or Lucifer, neither of you can be woken up by me