Inside Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne received an alert about an incident at Arkham Asylum.
As a key area of concern, he had personally incarcerated more than half of the patients within the asylum.
Joker, Harley Quinn, Bane, Penguin, Two-Face, Riddler, Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze…
The aforementioned Gotham villains, like a roll call of dishes, had all been locked up in this place. Therefore, any incident there would undoubtedly be a major event affecting the entire Gotham City.
Now, as the alarm connected to Arkham Asylum blared, Bruce opened the monitor and was astonished to see that the former mental patients were now unrestrained, dragging themselves along the corridors.
Yes, dragging!
Each of these mental patients had a collar around their neck, connected by a single rope.
It was just the most ordinary straw rope, but its performance was more robust than alloy.
Bane, who could tear steel apart with his bare hands, was now red-faced and unable to break the ordinary rope. He could only be dragged along like a dead dog by the collar.
At the other end of the rope, a handsome young man with long, flowing hair was holding it, heading towards the cafeteria.
Bruce had no memory of the young man from the surveillance footage, and didn't know where he came from. But Bruce was very familiar with the man beside him.
It was Gavin, who he had recently thrown in jail.
In fact, Bruce had always wondered about one thing: how did Gavin, an ordinary middle-aged office worker, get rich, and where did the gold and those strange abilities come from?
But now, his doubts might be about to be resolved.
Is he someone even more troublesome than the Slayer? Bruce thought, feeling a bit uneasy.
The Slayer he was referring to was Gavin. This title was the best description of his actions during this time.
In Arkham, Bai Ye hummed a little tune as he dragged these lunatics around like dead dogs.
Some criminals tried to get up and attack, but with just a light tug from him, they fell down like dominoes.
"Don't worry, don't be afraid," Bai Ye soothed. "Just enjoy the peace for now. You'll find out soon enough that the good times are yet to come."
"Fake, you..." Bane wanted to say something, but the next moment, Gavin quickly stepped forward and stomped down, shattering Bane's jaw and rendering him speechless.
"Nice work," Bai Ye approved.
One could only say that it was fortunate that Gavin acted quickly. Otherwise, if Bai Ye had taken action, the famous Bane would have experienced the horror of hook literature.
But... perhaps Gavin, knowing this, would regret his superfluous action.
Dragging them along like this, a long string of hundreds of people, were now pulled to the cafeteria.
At this point, Bai Ye sat on a stool, surveying the group.
He looked at these people in their hospital gowns, each with a long list of crimes. They deserved to be shot, but were still alive thanks to the protection of the law.
"Mr. Bai, why don't you just kill them?" Gavin asked, looking at them.
He only had one attitude towards these people: kill them all!
The thought of letting these scum live for even a second made Gavin's bones itch.
"Killing them doesn't always solve the problem," Bai Ye said.
"Understood. These kinds of scum really deserve to be tortured. Let me peel their skin off first," Gavin said, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.
A considerable number of patients felt fear at his words, but many others remained completely unfazed.
Speechless, Bai Ye sighed, looking at Gavin. "These are the most severely ill people in all of Gotham. Simple death or torture isn't as effective as with those small-time gangsters outside."
Gavin looked at the criminals, who remained composed despite his threats, and nodded in agreement. "So, what do you have in mind?"
"We need to tailor the punishment to the individual. I think making them experience what they hate is a greater torment than the fear of death or physical pain."
"For example, giving straight men hooks, making the crazy ones tighten screws, making Coca-Cola drinkers drink Pepsi, and forcing those who love sweet tofu to eat salty tofu every day. That's what I call a fitting punishment, applying equally to all."
"Just like this." Bai Ye raised his Rinnegan and aimed it at one of the criminals. The next moment, the man began screaming hysterically, rolling around on the ground, scaring the other inmates.
"Mr. Bai, what... what did you just do?"
"Oh, just used a genjutsu to make him tighten screws."
Bai Ye said calmly, "His mind is crazily free, but he can only feel his soul mechanically tightening screws within his body."
"When communicating with people in the genjutsu, he desperately wants to go crazy, but can only utter gentle and amiable words."
"And all three meals a day are this amazing combo of fermented herring, snail rice noodles, and durian. You don't want to eat, but your body just forces it down."
"Then, at night, the guy's body can't move at all, and he has to watch as a guy who looks like Batman caresses him."
"Because he's trapped in an illusion, he can't even sleep. After selling hooks all night, his mind just gets more and more exhausted, but he still has to get up and tighten screws the next day."
"After that kind of mental torture, I only gave him a three-day worker's package, and he really went crazy."
Bai Ye pointed at the prison uniform and smiled, but his words made everyone present gasp.
Even Gavin's face twitched a bit.
After all, he was only messed up, but he still had his own feelings. With that whole 'working, eating shit, selling hooks' routine, even he couldn't handle it.
Bai Ye, however, seemed to regret that the prisoner's mind could only hold out for three days.
Otherwise, if it went on any longer, he would also feel the frustration of being berated by his superior for mistakes at work, and then looking at the delicious food on the side of the road at the end of the month, wanting to buy it, but still having to eat shit because his salary was delayed.
Anyway, after going through this, these people either went crazy or became depressed.
To cure mental illness, Bai Ye might still have a headache about how to start, but to torture the mentally ill and make these people feel pain, he had plenty of methods and means.
After all, sometimes, not killing was a crueler method than killing!
Even if the Joker came, he would have to leave, clutching his butt and cursing.
"Now, the first patient has been driven crazy by me, and it's time for the rest of them." Bai Ye gazed at the remaining people with a warm smile on his face.
"Little Flying Stick is here."
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