[Souls 1247/10000]
Yang Bo glanced at the number displayed on the Evil Spirit Medal and sighed.
"Gotham City really does live up to its name..."
Seeing that dawn was beginning to break, Yang Bo tossed the corpse in his hands into the lava.
He did this to avoid unnecessary trouble and reduce the police department's workload along the way. Otherwise, they would spend every day collecting bodies and have no time for anything else.
Besides, he wasn't Batman, using fear to terrify criminals. He wished those bastards would come looking for trouble themselves, so he wouldn't have to keep circling Gotham City.
It reminded him of the days he had spent searching for vampires.
He mounted his motorcycle, and with a roar, it sped off toward his destination.
The trip took a little over ten minutes. He didn't encounter anyone who deserved to die along the way, but he did come across several crews "moving house."
Those people weren't his concern, though. A quick call to the police station was enough, and someone would naturally come along to send them to a detention center or prison.
By the time he reached the prison gates, daylight had fully broken. This wasn't his first visit.
The guard on duty in the gatehouse immediately went on high alert when he saw Yang Bo.
He pressed the alarm on his desk, and a piercing siren immediately rang throughout the prison. All the prison guards sprang into action.
They brought every inmate outside for exercise back to their cells. Once that was done, they all returned to their offices to wait for it to end.
Yang Bo stood in a surveillance blind spot by the prison gates.
He silently waited for those bastards to come out.
Several people carrying small backpacks were escorted