Chapter 15: Black Lily Character Card, Arkham Fan Club
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Jiang Li had a thought. He had just successfully signed in on Deathstroke, and it was triggered by successfully landing blows on him with his fists. In that case...
"Wait." Jiang Li stopped Bruce, who was about to leave with Black Mask and Penguin.
"What's wrong?" Bruce turned his head. He saw Jiang Li striding toward him, snatching the two villains from his hands.
"Thump! Thump!!" Two fists landed on the faces of Black Mask and Penguin, respectively. But Jiang Li didn't hear the system's voice.
It seemed that to sign in on a male character, one had to use aggressive physical contact. And based on the experiment just now, the target had to be conscious.
Bruce, who had witnessed Jiang Li's actions firsthand, had several question marks appearing above his head. He immediately asked, "What are you doing? Do you have a grudge against them?"
"Not really." Jiang Li turned his gaze to Bruce, contemplating whether he should punch him in the face.
He decided against it. After all, he had no justification. He needed a reason to hit someone, especially a friend he had known since childhood.
Jiang Li gave a silent smile and patted Bruce's shoulder. *If you turn to the dark side in the future, I won't hesitate to give you a couple of punches.*
Batman, one of the world's greatest detectives, was also baffled by Jiang Li's riddler-like behavior.
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Jiang Li returned to his apartment with the briefcase full of US dollars.
He took a black card from his system inventory. He looked it over a few times; there was nothing special about it, just an ordinary, solid-colored card.
"System, you didn't tell me how to use this."
Logically, shouldn't the system have included instructions for use? This time it just gave him the item and left.
"My turn! I draw!" Jiang Li mimicked a duelist's card-drawing motion and shouted the cringey line.
But the black card in his hand didn't react. Jiang Li scratched his head, "Dammit, that doesn't work either. Don't tell me I just have to throw it randomly?"
After speaking, Jiang Li casually tossed the card. The black card landed on the floor, and something magical happened. The card began to emit a white light.
"Holy shit, that actually worked."
The light instantly illuminated the entire room. The dazzling glare made Jiang Li raise his hand to block his eyes. After a few seconds, the light disappeared.
When Jiang Li lowered his hand, he saw a tall, graceful beauty standing before him. She had light purple skin and wore her iconic tight-fitting battlesuit from the original work.
In her hand, she held an energy rifle that could switch between sniper and automatic modes, named Widowmaker's Kiss.
Jiang Li hadn't expected the random character card to give him a character from a game called *Overwatch*.
Widowmaker placed Widowmaker's Kiss on the sofa, then sat on Jiang Li's bed, crossing her slender, beautiful legs.
She sized up the room, her tone slightly disdainful, "This place is a complete pigsty. Is this where the boss lives?"
Jiang Li ignored Widowmaker's sharp tongue and asked the question he most wanted to know: "Widowmaker, do you remember your memories from your original world?"
"Original world memories? What's that?"
After speaking, Widowmaker walked in front of Jiang Li, gently straightened his collar, and exhaled softly with a trace of allure:
"I only remember that I am my boss's most loyal subordinate. The most obedient and most capable subordinate."
Jiang Li nodded seriously after hearing this. It seemed the system's processing was quite thorough.
Either she was a character from the original world, but her memories had been erased and replaced with new ones.
Or the system had directly created a person who looked identical and had identical abilities.
Jiang Li guessed the latter was more likely. But none of that mattered now, because Widowmaker was starting to get hands-on.
"What are you doing?"
"Boss, your body seems a bit tense. You just went through a battle, so your loyal subordinate is going to give you a full-body massage."
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Three days later, at dusk.
In a dark corner of Gotham.
Here, the dark side of Gotham had gathered. The Joker sat in the middle of a rectangular table. On both sides were the helpers he had painstakingly gathered.
"Welcome, my friends, to my..." The Joker was speaking with a huge smile, but his words were cut off.
"Cut the crap! Joker. You should know we're all here for Batman, not to listen to your insane babbling!"
The one who spoke was Scarecrow, who had just been broken out of Arkham Asylum not long ago. He now harbored deep hatred for Batman and that unknown man.
Scarecrow's words were not refuted by the others. They all remained silent, indicating their agreement.
Their goal was also Batman, who had thrown them into Arkham Asylum countless times.
"Heh heh hahaha! You're right, you're so right, Jonathan (Scarecrow's name)."
The Joker showed no anger at all, still wearing that utterly insane smile. He continued, "Starting tonight, I'm going to start a grand, crazy game."
"Everyone, are you ready to give my Bat a surprise? Let us give this city the ultimate baptism!"
Sitting on the Joker's left were: Scarecrow, the third Ventriloquist (Shauna Belzer), and Bane.
On his right were: Killer Moth, Firefly, and Deadshot.
It could be said that Batman's Arkham fan club had gathered here, about to launch a criminal riot in Gotham.
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