"You're the monster!"
Miao Mu charged forward, looking as though he was about to pounce, strike hard, and win through brute force. But the instant he rushed in—
His feet slipped, and he crashed to the floor, kicking both feet into Batman Who Laughs's legs and knocking him down.
Miao Mu followed up with an elbow smash to Batman Who Laughs's face, then grabbed his collar. Straining to his feet, Miao Mu hurled Batman Who Laughs away.
Turning toward an ammunition crate nearby, Miao Mu ran over, lifted it, and smashed it at Batman Who Laughs.
It was an iron box packed with bullets, heavy enough. Though it could not compare to the Waynes' tombstones, it was more than enough to smash someone with.
Batman Who Laughs threw a punch, shattering the iron box. Bullets spilled and scattered everywhere.
Miao Mu launched himself forward and kicked Batman Who Laughs again.
"Come on, keep fighting!"
Having gained the upper hand, Miao Mu taunted him without hesitation.
Though that was useless. Batman Who Laughs might have been insane, but his brain was not broken. At his core, he was Batman.
And when it came to Batman, the most effective taunt was the dead Waynes. Miao Mu could naturally give them a thorough greeting.
He could even greet eighteen generations of his ancestors in three languages and twenty-one different ways without repeating himself.
But if he did that, the first person to lose his composure definitely would not be Batman Who Laughs, who treated murder and robbery as casually as drinking water.
It would be Batman, who was racing against time to dismantle the bombs.
Miao Mu did not do things that hurt loved ones and please enemies. More importantly, it felt strange, like he was insulting his father-in-law and mother-in-law...
Good heavens,