Chapter 377

The criminals in Arkham Asylum and the singers in the club are simply not on the same level.

Compared to getting people out of Arkham Asylum, having a singer come over to drink with Su Quan is nothing at all!

If you grab ten passersby on the street in Gotham, all ten would think so!

Not to mention whether the singers in this kind of club are decent, just look at Roman Sionis—he's not a good person either, and he doesn't have any special relationship with this singer.

Most importantly, it's just drinking, it's not like anything else is happening. Even if something did happen, even if she was wronged, is this a big deal for Roman Sionis?

Whether it's compensation or ignoring it, it doesn't count for anything at all!

If he cared about a singer, he wouldn't be Black Mask!

As for whether losing an excellent singer would affect the club's business?

Stop joking, this isn't a decent club to begin with, okay?

To put it bluntly, it's still Roman Sionis's self-esteem at work. He didn't think from the bottom of his heart that Su Quan was a character who could make him bow his head like the Joker, so as soon as Su Quan spoke, he felt it was a request that offended him!

Let me, Black Mask, send people to you?

Are you worthy!

This is Roman Sionis's inner portrayal!

Roman Sionis's expression cooled down. A few seconds later, he put on an indescribable fake smile. He turned and patted Mr. Zsasz, smiling and saying: "It's my fault. You go notify them, clear out our special private room, and let the little bird come over to keep Mr. Su Quan company after she finishes this set."

Turning his head, Roman Sionis smiled and explained to Su Quan: "There are too many eyes and ears here, many things are not convenient to do, and it's hard to have fun. Why don't we move to another place?"

Su Quan smiled, stood up, and patted Roman Sionis on the shoulder: "That's right. Remember, I'm good, I'm good, only then can I be good!"

???

What the hell?

Isn't it "I'm good, you're good, everyone's good"?

How did it become all about you being good?

Roman Sionis gritted his teeth secretly and endured it for the time being. Originally, he just wanted to kill Su Quan, but now—he changed his mind. He wanted to cut off Su Quan's face and make it into a specimen to use as a coaster!

Su Quan took Firehawk and Copperhead and followed Roman Sionis into the club. After walking around for seven or eight minutes, Roman Sionis stopped in front of a door that didn't look at all like a special private room door should.

"It's here."

"This is my favorite room in the whole club, and also the most special room. Everyone, enjoy yourselves."

Roman Sionis opened the door and smiled, making a gesture of invitation.

The door opened!

What met their eyes were several pitch-black gun barrels.

"Get in there!" Roman Sionis pushed Su Quan's shoulder with a ferocious expression, wanting to push him in.

But with this push, Su Quan didn't move an inch, while Roman Sionis felt a sharp pain in his wrist due to excessive force.

"Ah—" Roman Sionis covered his wrist and screamed, shouting desperately: "Fuck, get in, get in there quickly! Fuck! Fuck!"

The situation now was obvious. Copperhead knew Roman Sionis was crazy, but she didn't expect him to be this crazy!

He actually wanted to deal with Su Quan?

God?

Doesn't he know that Su Quan dared to go on a killing spree in a place like Belle Reve Prison, killing so many criminals, and even Amanda Waller was killed by him?

He actually dared to offend, no, dared to deal with Su Quan?

Uh, well, he really didn't know, but Copperhead admired his courage!

If it were before, Copperhead really wouldn't have dared to take action against Roman Sionis. Although she was a professional assassin, Roman Sionis had money and power. If she offended him, all the criminals and assassins in Gotham would hunt her down.

But now, with Su Quan as her backer, she wasn't afraid of anything!

Copperhead, who was worried about not having a chance to show herself to Su Quan, snorted coldly and kicked Roman Sionis.

"Ooh!"

Roman Sionis screamed, his body bent, his legs pressed together, and his expression twisted as he was about to kneel down.

Copperhead grabbed Roman Sionis's hair with one hand, and with the other hand, she wiped her waist, and a sharp dagger was instantly held against his neck.

"Put the gun down, be careful, my hand might shake."

Mr. Zsasz stared coldly at Copperhead: "You're dead, I will definitely make you die in pain!"

"You can try."

In a simple one-on-one, let alone Mr. Zsasz, she wouldn't even fear Batman.

Uh, it's just a pity she couldn't beat Batman.

Mr. Zsasz slowly put down his gun, the other two followed suit, and then kicked the guns far away.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Mr. Su Quan, this is a misunderstanding!" Roman Sionis shouted to Su Quan while enduring the pain.

Su Quan waved his hand at Copperhead. Copperhead wanted to remind him not to trust this guy's words so easily, but thinking of his ability and her fear of him, Copperhead let go of Roman Sionis.

Su Quan looked at Roman Sionis calmly and said: "Get in."

"What? You, you want me to—" Before Roman Sionis could finish his sentence, his body rolled forward uncontrollably.

One circle, one circle, one circle.

………………

Copperhead and Mr. Zsasz and the others were stunned. Roman Sionis was too obedient, right?

He actually started rolling!

"You, go bring that female singer over," Su Quan pointed at a lackey beside Mr. Zsasz.

The lackey's expression stiffened slightly, and then he ran out in terror to find the female singer.

Mr. Zsasz realized something was wrong, and then he heard Su Quan say to him: "Move a sofa over."

Mr. Zsasz turned and went to move the sofa uncontrollably.

Su Quan walked into the room. It was more like a spacious utility room than a room. There weren't many things inside. The most conspicuous were the hanging ropes and hooks in the middle of the room.

Although the window was open, the room was still filled with a somewhat nauseating smell of blood.

It looked like this should be a torture room!

The place where Roman Sionis specifically used to kill people and cut off their faces!

Su Quan walked to the sofa Mr. Zsasz had moved and sat down. It was a single sofa. After sitting down, he waved at Mr. Zsasz: "Hang them up!"

Mr. Zsasz hung Roman Sionis and another lackey upside down uncontrollably.

He was very familiar with this job!

In the past, he was the one responsible for hanging people and cutting off their faces.

Roman Sionis and that lackey were terrified, but they couldn't do anything, they could only hang there quietly, motionless.

"Bang."

The door opened, and a lackey brought the nervous and uneasy female singer in.

As soon as she came in, the female singer was stunned!