"Gentlemen, show some chivalry and let the ladies go first! Bring in the lucky audience members!" Joker stood in the studio and called out happily.
The camera, held by a man wearing a Joker mask, panned toward the entrance to the studio.
Several unlucky women were dragged in by their hair and shoved inside. Their terrified screams made the place feel as horrifying as doomsday.
One woman in particular had a clump of hair ripped out, and she screamed in pain again and again. One of Joker's men even kicked her, as if annoyed by how loud she was.
Bang! A gunshot rang out, and the Joker member collapsed. A bullet hole appeared between his eyebrows.
Joker held a silver revolver and shouted coldly, "Show some chivalry. We're not robbers! We don't need to break into homes and frighten people, understand?"
His voice echoed through the studio, and the people outside could hear it as well.
The woman who had fallen to the floor had disheveled hair and was trembling in terror, especially as blood spread toward her across the ground.
"Madam, please forgive his rudeness. I apologize to you." Joker stood before the woman, dropped to one knee, and extended his hand.
Like a young nobleman proposing marriage, he left the terrified woman blankly staring. After such wild emotional swings, she had already lost the ability to think.
Joker asked with a serious expression, "Can you forgive him?"
The woman looked dazed, unsure how to answer, but she instinctively nodded. She couldn't exactly shake her head, could she?
Seeing her nod, Joker sighed in relief. "That's wonderful. You're a kind lady. Then I'll have to trouble you to tell him yourself that you've forgiven him."
Before he had even finished speaking, Joker pressed the gun to the woman's forehead.