Do You Think Gotham Police Will Believe Your Nonsense?

"He's not my boyfriend. No one here is..."

As Selina spoke, she suddenly realized Russell had led her into a trap and snapped, "Pah! I don't have a boyfriend at all!"

What a sad story!

"No wonder! I was wondering what kind of taste someone would need to pick these weird-looking guys, who look like big bad wolves, as boyfriends."

Since they were not Selina's boyfriends, Russell no longer held back. After all, Selina had stayed at his place for four days. If nothing had happened between them, judging others by himself, even he would not believe it.

The burly men across from them had probably never seen someone as arrogant as Russell. One of them sneered, stepped forward, and threw a vicious uppercut into Russell's abdomen.

Bang!

"Ahhh—"

A scream rang out. Russell was completely fine, while the man who had thrown the punch clutched his hand and dropped to his knees.

Seeing their companion get "ambushed" by Russell, the remaining men wasted no time pulling pistols from their clothes and aiming them at him. "Hands on your head. Crouch in the corner and don't move."

"What a coincidence. I was thinking the same thing..."

Russell's smile vanished, and a deep darkness filled his eyes. "You people put down your guns, put your hands on your heads, crouch in the corner, and don't move."

The seven burly men, including the one with the fractured hand, obediently placed their pistols on the floor and lined up against the wall like elementary school students being punished by their teacher.

"How did you do that?"

Selina asked in surprise. Seeing the vacant expressions on the men's faces, she immediately turned pale. "Please tell me you've never used that on me."

Russell merely raised an eyebrow at Selina without saying anything. She was