Crash...
At the sharp sound of shattering glass, Yang Bo opened his eyes and met the gaze of Joker, who was preparing to climb out through the glass.
"Found a way to deal with me?"
Yang Bo sat up with an amused smile on his face.
The sky had brightened, and the dark clouds from last night had vanished. Gotham by day and Gotham by night really felt like two different places.
After spending half the night thinking, Joker no longer wore the bitter, hate-filled expression he had worn the night before.
But at Yang Bo's words, he simply kept his face cold, his eyes bloodshot as he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "You'd better kill me."
"Otherwise, I'll find your weakness..."
Yang Bo got out of bed, walked up to Joker, and said softly, "No, I won't kill you. I'll just watch you try to kill me while being utterly helpless to do anything..."
He had a gut feeling that the man before him was the real Joker. Even if he did kill him, Joker would resurrect through the power of the Dionysium Factor.
Joker no longer got angry at Yang Bo's taunts. He merely looked at him calmly without saying a word.
Then he climbed straight out of the glass room and headed outside without looking back.
Watching him leave, Yang Bo chuckled. "Who gave you permission to leave?"
Joker paused briefly, then continued toward the exit, paying no attention to what Yang Bo intended to do. There was only one thought in his mind now: kill Yang Bo, or be killed by him.
"Ah... what a naughty little fellow."
He took a Shulker Box from his inventory and set it on the ground. It contained things he rarely used, such as the lead he was now