"So, you're saying that without a single piece of equipment on you-not even clothes-you held your breath through several minutes of intense anaerobic exercise and beat this whole crowd of Talons into the ground?"
After getting a rough idea of what had happened, Zuo Ci struggled to keep a straight face again. A flood of comments jammed in his throat, and he had no idea where to start.
It took him more than ten seconds to let out a helpless sigh and decide to just let it go.
It wasn't that he didn't want to roast Batman. There were simply too many things to roast at once.
Anyway, the next time someone claimed Batman was just an ordinary person, they could strip naked, get tossed in here, and enjoy a passionate showdown with the Talons.
How the fuck was any normal person supposed to pull this off?!
"Whatever. As long as everything ended safely."
Once he gave up thinking, Zuo Ci found the world much clearer-until he turned and saw Batman's decidedly unfriendly stare.
"Uh... what are you looking at me for?"
"Give me the recording."
"Huh? What recording?"
Batman said nothing and shot him a dangerous look.
Since Zuo Ci had found him, there was a good chance he'd watched the whole thing. For the sake of his already fragile mental health and his future reputation, Batman had to retrieve and destroy the evidence.
"Oh, that. No recording, but I do have a photo."
With that, Zuo Ci handed over the photo of Batman enduring unbearable humiliation.
"What about the rest?"
"Nothing else. Just that."
Batman said nothing and shot him a distrustful look.
"There really isn't anything else! I'm not some sick freak. Why would I record that shit?!"
"The Falcone Family, the Maroni Family, and..."
"Ahem, ahem!