Chapter 205: Boss, Jonathan Plus the Other Three Super-Villains

Batman reacted even faster than Ma Ma Zhaodi.

He immediately turned to glance at the Dingdang Brothers on the ground, then instantly grabbed Scarecrow and sprinted toward the distance, wanting to carry the source of the poison gas away from the spot.

However, his speed was ultimately not fast enough, or rather, Scarecrow's self-explosion came so unexpectedly that it caught everyone off guard.

The vivid emerald-green smoke was so thick it seemed almost solid; after exploding from Scarecrow's body, it rapidly spread across the ground, expanded, then rose, and poured into the Dingdang Brothers' mouths and noses along with the air.

Crack—

"Ah!"

"Antidote."

Batman's voice was hoarse and dull, carrying a suppressed rage in his chest.

"You want the antidote, Batman? You want to save those two?"

Scarecrow lay on the ground, forcing himself to endure the excruciating pain in his arms, and said to Batman: "It's simple. Let me go, and I will tell you where the antidote is. Don't think of other ways; I didn't bring the antidote on my person, so the situation is very simple right now."

"Batman, you and I, let's make a deal. You let me go, then get the antidote, and the Dingdang Brothers will live."

"Or you take me back to the police station, and Scarecrow is defeated by Batman once again, but the Dingdang Brothers will die—and they will die by your choice. In other words, you killed them with your own hands."

"Choose, Batman, choose." The sack-headed man looked at the expressionless Batman and let out a chilling laugh: "Let me go, or kill two people with your own hands? Or does the life of a criminal mean nothing to you?"

During the standoff, his gaze secretly and quickly glanced several times toward the alley where Ma Ma Zhaodi was hiding; clearly, he hoped this teammate he had been complaining about just a minute ago would stand up now to create some variables for him, an opportunity to escape. Or rather, he didn't even need to stand up actively; as long as Batman noticed the perverted Biker Hero still hiding on the field, his attention would naturally be diverted.

However, this time, he was disappointed.

The alley was pitch black, with no sound coming out; Batman didn't turn to look there either, but instead decisively threw him onto the ground, grabbed his two lower legs, and threw two punches.

With two cracks, Scarecrow's two legs snapped directly; excruciating pain shot from his legs straight to his brain, causing him to roll his eyes back and faint.

After Scarecrow fell unconscious, Batman took two candies from his tactical belt, one red and one white.

"Only milk candy can neutralize the poison, right?"

In the alley, the black-robed figure holding the signal jammer walked out.

"Yes, fruit candy can only heal wounds."

"Do you have any milk candy left?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi casually tossed three white candies over: "Don't waste them recklessly; if the poison isn't lethal, don't waste this candy—it's not cheap."

As Batman caught the candy, his mind raced: Not cheap? Did he buy this candy? Or is the raw material expensive? Can it be mass-produced? Is the formula in Ma Ma Zhaodi's hands?

He didn't ask directly, but instead went straight to the Dingdang Brothers first, took out the milk candy, and fed it to them; the Clue Master didn't get this treatment, as the poison gas he inhaled wasn't lethal.

At this moment, Ma Ma Zhaodi, chewing on milk candy, walked over to Scarecrow, whose body was still emitting green smoke, and marveled at the injuries on his body.

"Look at this kick; I don't know how many ribs in your chest are broken. You look like you were trying to kill Jonathan."

"No, I just pressed my two hundred and ten pounds of body weight onto him."

"Six."

Time reached the early morning of the next day.

"Boss, the perverted Biker Hero is back."

Hearing this familiar reporting voice, Riddler drew a pistol with his one remaining intact hand and rushed straight for the conference hall.

Two minutes later.

Riddler looked at Ma Ma Zhaodi standing in the center of the hall; he still appeared uninjured. This time, his black robe wasn't even dusted with dirt, let alone blood and bullet holes.

Even more damnably calm than last time.

Riddler's face darkened as he raised his gun at the black-robed Ma Ma Zhaodi.

"Perverted Biker Hero, where is Jonathan who was with you?"

"Caught by Batman."

All the remaining super-villains present exchanged a knowing glance; they were already somewhat accustomed to Ma Ma Zhaodi's style.

Riddler's face grew even darker as he asked: "Thor."

"I'm here."

"I'm starting to lose patience now," he said. "You tell me, Batman defeated Jonathan—but I assigned you a reconnaissance mission, correct?"

"Oh, that's true."

"Why choose to fight Batman during a reconnaissance mission? Why not run?"

"We encountered the Clue Master and the Dingdang Brothers sent by the Xiaochou Sect in the East District?"

"You fought?"

"They were also there for reconnaissance; we couldn't just ignore them."

"And then Batman took advantage of the situation?"

"You could say that."

"Have you considered that this time, including you, it was five people against one Batman?"

"Boss, you know, Scarecrow fights in a way that creates chaos, treating teammates and opponents the same; I couldn't help at all. Moreover, I asked him, and he insisted on going alone; I couldn't dissuade him at all."

"Besides, the reconnaissance mission still needs to be done. While Batman took them away, I happened to be able to go to the West District for reconnaissance; it was safe at that time."

Riddler felt a wave of dizziness in his heart; the dialogue at this moment was so familiar—not in content, but in feeling.

That natural, skilled, shameless feeling of selling out teammates with legitimate reasons—the most important thing was, they were his subordinates, his strength, and his base.

"They are your teammates!"

"Boss, we are super-villains; we can't be too soft-hearted." Ma Ma Zhaodi advised earnestly: "Think about it. If I hadn't sold out my teammates, I would have been caught by Batman back when recruiting Kite Man. How could I have gone on missions with Deathstroke? How could I have accompanied you to the banquet? How could I have completed the reconnaissance mission tonight?"

"Without me, they would still be doomed anyway, but with me, at least one survives each time. This is a good thing."

That's damnably no different at all!

Riddler painfully covered his face with one hand; everyone could see that with every word Ma Ma Zhaodi spoke, he regretted it a bit more—thinking carefully, he might as well have been caught by Batman directly.

At least then, he wouldn't have to suffer the dual torment of body and mind.

"After you finish reporting tonight's reconnaissance, get out," he said. "I will never rely on you, a good-for-nothing, to complete missions again. From now on, you are only responsible for following behind the squad and relaying intelligence."

Ma Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "I have no objection."

"So what did you discover during tonight's reconnaissance?"

"There was no unusual activity among the people in the Clown Camp; they were standing guard and patrolling as usual. However, three Super Criminals are missing: the Clue Master and the Dingdang Brothers. I learned that they indeed came to the East District tonight to carry out a reconnaissance mission."

"Get out!"

(End of this chapter)