The ambulance tires carved two tracks across the beach, with a police car chasing close behind.
Otis, sitting in the passenger seat, reached up to loosen the tie around his neck and shouted at the driver, "Stop!"
The driver hurriedly stopped the vehicle. The police car behind them immediately overtook them and pulled up sideways in front of the ambulance.
Inside the police car, Miao Mu took off his police uniform jacket, looked into the rearview mirror, straightened his clothes, and pushed his vambrace farther back.
He glanced at the Hell Brand on his wrist and snorted irritably. Then he found a pack of cigarettes in the car, opened it, and lit one.
He needed nicotine to calm himself down.
"Hehehe, you moved much faster than I expected. I'm really looking forward to seeing you again!"
The Joker's disgusting voice sounded beside Miao Mu's ear.
"You're overthinking it. You'll stay in Hell, so don't even dream of escaping again." Miao Mu exhaled smoke, flicked the ash from the cigarette between his fingers, and pressed the burning tip against his wrist.
The pain of scorched skin made Miao Mu raise an eyebrow. He picked up a flask beside him and poured its contents over his wrist.
The wound healed rapidly, but the Hell Brand did not change in the slightest. That idea had failed...
Miao Mu took a swig from the flask, pushed open the door, and got out. Otis and the driver got out as well.
"Boss..." Otis lowered his head, not daring to meet Miao Mu's eyes.
Entrusting Arkham Asylum to him had been Miao Mu's greatest show of trust. Now that something like this had happened, Otis felt like a rat fleeing with its head in its hands. He had failed that trust.
"It's fine. I didn't expect