Chapter 244: So Fun! So Fun!

"Boss, knowing too much won't make you happy."

"Like a pig that accidentally wandered from a sty into a slaughterhouse?" the Riddler replied disdainfully. "Knowing your fate is to be slaughtered, of course, you won't be happy. But I am not a pig lost in drunkenness and dreams; I absolutely refuse to die as an ignorant fool."

"I can't accept it. I planned for so long, yet I lost to such a bizarre guy—and you are definitely not Sol. I investigated that person thoroughly; he is the most typical drunkard and addict. There is absolutely no way he has the ability to turn people and set up such schemes, let alone the financial power to hire Deathstroke and Deadshot."

"Uh, actually, the money wasn't from me. There are many people who want to stop this war."

"Now, tell me." The Riddler ignored Ma Ma Zhaodi's explanation. His deep gaze stared straight at the black-robed figure's ghost mask, as if trying to penetrate the mask to see the face beneath. "Tell me, who are you?"

"I'm your little brother, Boss."

"Get lost!"

Hearing Ma Ma Zhaodi speak that word again, which made him feel severely physically uncomfortable, the Riddler, who had just regained some posture and dignity, exploded.

He quickly drew the gun from his waist and pressed it against his own chin. "Tell me who you are, or say goodbye to that five hundred million dollars!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi scratched his head.

"Uh, is anyone here holding a grudge against Nygma?" he asked. "Pay me five hundred million, and I'll take revenge for you on the spot. Money first, life later. Honest business, absolutely trustworthy."

With such business acumen, if someone actually offered a price, wouldn't you win big?

The Riddler's anger in his heart gradually rose; he was starting to feel like shooting this sword-man twice.

"Three seconds." He said coldly. "When time is up, I will pull the trigger."

Catwoman glanced to the side; at this moment, Batman was still in a depressed state and probably couldn't stop the Riddler from firing.

Who else? Who is fast enough? Who has the confidence to save Nygma?

"Three, two—"

"Alright, alright, Boss, don't die yet." Ma Ma Zhaodi sighed. "At least transfer the money to me first, then die."

"One!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi immediately took off his black robe, revealing his own—huh? Where's the beer belly?

?

At this moment, almost all the super-villains in the living room widened their eyes.

"This shouldn't be." Killer Croc shook his head. "When he talked to me back then, he had a big belly."

"Is this some new weight-loss pill?" Poison Ivy laughed. "Looks effective; maybe I should buy some too?"

But the Riddler said nothing. Looking at the figure under the black robe, he suddenly felt it seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had seen this person somewhere before.

"A belly can be faked; people can be swapped out too."

The young man's voice rang out from under the mask. Hearing this voice, the Joker suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the man before him too.

This voice felt somewhat familiar to him.

So Ma Ma Zhaodi took off the mask, and then he saw the Riddler's face turn somewhat yellow, then white, and finally red.

Red thoroughly, just like the color of a monkey's butt.

"Ma—Ma Zhaodi—"

"Boss, you still remember me."

The Riddler's steel teeth ground together with a creaking sound. He finally understood why he felt a familiar sensation towards this person. Since the time he escaped prison, this calamity-like fellow had appeared in his plans like a nightmare, constantly.

You internet cafe grass, how could I possibly not remember you?

"I really missed you to death." The Riddler answered through gritted teeth. "I wish I could carve you into a thousand pieces every single day, you bastard."

At the same time, he finally had a sudden realization. Of course it was Ma Ma Zhaodi; why wouldn't it be Ma Ma Zhaodi?

This style of humiliating people.

"What are you gibbering about? I don't understand."

—In the prison, the police officer wearing a helmet completely destroyed the perfect escape plan.

The Riddler's hand bones began to ache faintly.

"After I saw the Joker crash, I followed up—I was just about to ask, what happened to your hand? Why does it look like a chicken claw?"

—In the building, the police officer holding a fake gun mocked Nygma's intelligence with luck.

Veins began to bulge on the Riddler's forehead.

"What is your name?"

"Perverted Bicycle Hero."

"Real name."

"Oakholic Sol."

—Half a month ago, the Riddler angrily tore off that Peppa Pig mask, revealing the middle-aged uncle face underneath.

"Is it strange for a middle-aged man to like Peppa Pig?"

"Since you encountered that Bat, escaping counts as success. But what about the patrol squad?"

"How do you think I escaped?"

"Boss, Slade was also captured by Batman."

"Boss, Jonathan plus the other three super-villains were all captured by Batman."

"Boss, the Perverted Bicycle Hero is back again; Two-Face and Killer Croc are gone."

"Boss, I'm back again, again, and again."

—The Riddler's obsession with winning and losing blinded his mind; Ma Ma Zhaodi's plan to sell out teammates five times worked perfectly.

Past events floated up in his mind and quickly linked into a single thread. At this very moment, all doubts were finally answered.

"I should have known long ago. You and he have absolutely no difference. This familiar feeling, this shameless scent—I should have known! I should have known!"

At this very moment, something in the Riddler's mind seemed to snap.

Perhaps it was his sanity.

"Who the hell told you to come back!"

Furious beyond measure, he swung the pistol's muzzle around and aimed it at Ma Ma Zhaodi: "Who the f—k! Told you! To come back!"

"You should die! You should die! Bastard!"

"I'll kill you!"

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha hehehe—"

The Joker nearby saw the Riddler's reaction and couldn't help laughing.

"So that's how it is — it's you! Brilliant! Brilliant! What a show! Hahahaha. The new little cop in Gotham, spinning Nygma round and round? Hahahahaha—"

The Joker's laughter grew louder and louder; he was laughing so hard he could barely stand, and finally he was clutching his stomach, rolling on the ground.

"Riddler, you suck!"

Listening to the Joker's mockery, Nygma could no longer stand it at all; rage had clouded his reason, and he instinctively opened his mouth and roared.

"Someone kill him! I'll give them five hundred million!"

Bang!

The moment the Riddler's gunshot rang out, Firefly and Zsasz immediately lunged at Ma Ma Zhaodi. Although the outcome was already decided, they didn't mind earning a little extra on the side — especially since Ma Ma Zhaodi was still a turncoat.

And at that very moment, every super-criminal in the surroundings moved at once, shielding Ma Ma Zhaodi behind them like a galaxy of stars circling the moon.

"Sorry, no further!"

(End of chapter)