More than ten days later.
A dimly lit tavern was packed with burly men covered in dragon and tiger tattoos.
They were the leaders of several Gotham City gangs, gathered that day to discuss how to deal with the newly emerged monster, Ghost Rider.
Bang! A brawny man slammed his glass onto the table with a loud crash.
"Damn it, where the hell did that Ghost Rider come from?"
"The night before last, he went straight to the docks and killed more than twenty of my men. Only one survived."
The others looked just as grim at his words. Nearly everyone sitting in the bar had lost men to Ghost Rider.
Of course, some unlucky bastards had run into Ghost Rider themselves and lost their lives, never even getting the chance to attend this meeting.
"Jack, bullets don't work on that guy. If we want to deal with him, we need to find something that can counter him."
A refined-looking man pushed up his glasses. In his suit and polished shoes, he looked completely out of place among the tavern's patrons, but everyone knew he was a venomous snake waiting to strike.
"I imported a shipment of Holy Water and Silver Crosses from Europe. I think they should work on that demon."
He took a small bottle from his pocket and set it on the table. Under the dim light, the clear liquid inside kept sloshing about.
Everyone stared at the Holy Water, stunned for a moment, before the entire tavern erupted.
"Mask, you really are the smartest of us."
"This time, we'll send that damned demon crawling back to hell."
Just as they were getting excited, a distinctive motorcycle engine roared in the distance, its sound growing clearer as it approached.
"Hey, do you hear that?"
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