When he woke up, Ji Qingyan, a disciple of Wanhua, found that he had become a homeless man on the streets of Gotham.
Facing the gangster who was robbing him with a gun, he subconsciously drew out the Luofeng Pen and pointed it at the opponent's acupuncture point——
"Don't be afraid." He smiled gently at the panicked citizens behind him, "My move of 'Zhong Linyuxiu' will only make people freeze for a moment."
The gangster who was frozen in place suddenly foamed at the mouth, twitched and fell to the ground.
A low voice came from the shadows: "What did you do to him?"
Batman walked out of the darkness and looked at the oriental young man who used a brush as a weapon.
Later, a legend spread among Arkham patients: If you see the man in Tsing Yi writing the pen, you can pretend to be dead immediately and save yourself a few injections.
And Batman's belt had a row of emerald syringes at some point.
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