His face was calm and he didn't say a word, but the veins in his hand holding the umbrella strap were bulging.

The gang boss kept picking at his neck, kicking his legs, and waving his limbs, but soon, his eyeballs bulged out, his tongue stuck out, his chest gradually stopped rising, and the six-fingered elder sister covered her head with her hands.

Q.

Jason clutched the umbrella strap tightly and never let go. At this moment, the passage of life failed to move him in the slightest. For the first time, he was charged with murder, and he was no longer innocent.

According to the laws of normal society, murder is illegal, and according to gang rules, the kid gang cannot resist. But when the rope was cut into the gang boss's flesh, and even almost broke his cervical spine, the power Jason used, he

There was no thought of letting go for a moment, letting him understand that this was what he should do, he had always wanted to do this.

The knuckles were slightly loosened, and the umbrella strap fell to the ground. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor was very clear and deafening.

With a "bang", the night rain in Gotham finally came. In an inconspicuous window in a low building, the light shone on the red hood, like the sunset in Gotham.

"Why are you wearing this hood?" asked the six-fingered eldest sister.

And Jason's answer penetrated the Gotham rainy night through the glass, like a belated new thunder in late spring.
Chapter completed!