"Talk! Who are you? Don't try to fool me with the name Barry Allen. I checked! Barry Allen from Central City is still busy investigating a murder case, and he isn't a police officer either! He's a cop!"
Inside the Arkham Asylum construction site, orange firelight flickered within a warehouse assembled from piles of building materials.
Miao Mu wore a white shirt and a paper bag with eyeholes cut into it over his face as he harshly interrogated the guy tied up before him.
Barry's muscular upper body was bare. He was tied to a chair with ropes, and a soft ball gag was stuffed in his mouth—the kind Arkham used on patients with suicidal tendencies.
"Mmgh, mmgh..." Barry struggled desperately to explain, but the gag made his words impossible to understand.
Miao Mu folded his arms and watched him. Even through the paper bag over his face, Barry could not see Miao Mu's strange expression.
Just an hour earlier... Miao Mu had asked someone from the Gotham Police Department to contact the Central City Police Department. This man really was Barry Allen, the legendary The Flash.
But he was not this world's Flash. Compared to the Barry who had only joined the Central City Police Department this year, this one... seemed a little more mature.
And his body was unbelievably strong. Even the faint lines of his muscles differed from those of an ordinary person.
Those three electric shock rounds had enough power to electrocute someone half to death, yet when they hit him, he had merely been unconscious for half an hour.
Taking all that into account, Miao Mu had basically confirmed that this Flash had come to this world for some unknown reason.
Miao Mu's guess was not far off either. After all, this Flash had snuck