"Him?"
Heisenberg tilted his head and smiled thoughtfully.
Seeing Heisenberg's smile, Joker relaxed considerably and bit down on his cigar again.
Taking a deep drag, Joker chuckled.
"Fuck, everyone calls me Joker, but I've never made anyone laugh in my life. And you—hahaha—you're one of the few people I can remember who actually laughed because of me!"
At that, Joker's expression fell. He lowered the cigar from his lips and sighed.
"Your reaction makes it obvious that you know who I mean, but you're not one of his people!
So... hehe, do you think I'm as good as dead, to the point that you can't even be bothered to hide your expression?"
"Indeed, pal. You're definitely dead. At least, in my plan, Joker dies today. But whether it's Joker or Pharaoh King, the grudge between you has nothing to do with my decision!
For now, stop thinking about Pharaoh King. Just sit here and have a proper chat with me. I'm very interested in you!"
"Interested?"
Joker grinned carelessly.
"What kind of interest?"
"Fuck your kind of interest. Tell me your story. They say that a dying man always has something kind to say.
You're about to die too. Wouldn't it be tragic if you couldn't even get a few words out before you went?"
Heisenberg sneered as he waved his hand. A great deal of food and alcohol immediately appeared on the coffee table.
Of course, a sight like that wasn't enough to surprise Joker.
He was an old-generation superhero who had fought in the Vietnam War alongside Manhattan.
With Manhattan setting such a lofty standard, how could Joker possibly think much of other superpowered people?
Seeing Heisenberg bring out food, Joker didn't stand on ceremony. He grabbed a crab leg in one hand and began eating as he