Chapter 87: The Villain’s Path Grows Ever Darker

Chapter 87: The Villain's Path Grows Ever Darker

"Allen, did you betray Batman?"

Lilian's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Just a moment ago, he had been full of passion, determined to save Gotham, yet in the blink of an eye, he was standing on the enemy's side.

"Kid, when you're out in the world, it doesn't matter who you follow—what matters is latching onto the thickest thigh." Allen showed not a trace of guilt, admitting it with complete ease.

"The way you're acting so naturally about this... It feels like I don't know you anymore." Lilian spoke in disappointment.

"We're all adults. Don't be so naive."

Allen casually flicked his hair and said with a nonchalant air, "Back in Hong Xing, I was the one who filmed Chen Haonan seducing the boss's wife. I didn't just frame them—I was also an undercover cop."

"Thinking back to that time on the rooftop, when I asked Chow Wai if I could get a chance to be a good guy, and he told me to ask the judge… so I went to find the Owl Judge."

"..."

Lilian was completely stunned. She didn't understand a single thing he just said.

What was all this? That storyline alone could be stretched into a hundred-episode crime drama.

Twists, reversals, then more twists—it was so convoluted even intestines wouldn't dare tie themselves into such knots.

"Comedic Bat, let's just get rid of this woman," Frost suggested.

After all, Poison Ivy, Lilian, could develop a counter-serum. She was an unpredictable time bomb—eliminating her quickly would be the safest option.

"Killing her would be such a waste. Heh heh heh…"

Allen's grin was laced with an indecent undertone.

The others turned their eyes to Lilian's curvaceous figure, her delicate features framed by striking red hair, and instantly, they all exchanged knowing, lewd smiles.

"No! I'd rather die than let you have your way!"

Lilian's face paled in fear, her body glowing faintly green as she activated her powers for protection.

Of course, she wasn't unleashing an attack—she was simply coating herself in a lethal toxin, making sure no one would dare violate her.

"What are you all laughing at?"

Allen suddenly put on a serious face, radiating righteousness. "I only meant to use her as bait to lure out Batman. Why are your minds so filthy?"

"..."

Right. It was their minds that were filthy.

But they were completely misled by Allen's sleazy expression!

It actually made sense. Poison Ivy was the only one capable of developing a counter-serum—Batman would undoubtedly try to rescue her. All they had to do was leak the information and wait for him to take the bait.

After all, who among them could pinpoint Batman's exact location?

"The sooner we act, the better. I'll begin the Blood God ritual now!"

Frost's face barely concealed his excitement—he had long been looking forward to the Blood God's possession.

Once he completed the ritual, even if he couldn't surpass the progenitor Lilith, he'd at least be able to overpower the thirteen princes and lead the hybrid army to forge a new era.

"You've drunk too much blood—you're blood-drunk." Allen sneered in disdain.

Frost's face instantly darkened.

Sure, Allen had been a big help, but that didn't mean he could spout nonsense. He was, after all, the leader of the hybrids—didn't he care about saving face?

Allen pulled over a chair, plopped down, and shot a look at his three Robins. They immediately started massaging his shoulders and legs.

"If we're going to be villains, can we at least use our brains?"

Allen began lecturing, "Holding a ritual without any precautions? That's just inviting Batsy to crash the party. That guy is sneaky as hell—what if he bombs you with missiles? You wouldn't even have time to cry."

"What do you suggest?"

Frost couldn't help but admit—Gotham's criminals really had sharp minds. No wonder they could hold their own even outside the city.

Tsk tsk… Such professionalism. Impressive!

"Simple. Tie Greenie to the rooftop to draw Batman's attention while Deathstroke keeps him occupied."

"Meanwhile, unleash your hybrid army across Gotham. Even if Batsy gets free, he'll be too busy saving civilians to stop you."

Allen grinned proudly as he laid out his plan. His words left both the Owl Judge and Frost in awe.

This guy was born to be a villain.

"Brilliant!"

The Owl Judge exclaimed, "Batman will have no choice—he must prioritize saving Poison Ivy to develop the counter-serum, but at the same time, he can't ignore the civilians. Even if he figures out our location, he'll be powerless to act!"

"And what will you be doing?" Frost asked.

"I won't interfere. My three Robins will keep him entertained, heh heh heh…"

Allen let out a sinister chuckle, echoed by his three Robins.

Watching Gotham's Fearsome Foursome, everyone felt a chill down their spines.

—

In the night sky.

The Bat-Signal shone against the clouds, casting Batman's emblem high above Gotham.

"Allen, can you take me down? This light is burning my back—ow…"

Lilian, tied to the Bat-Signal, was fixed in a position that perfectly mimicked the Batman logo.

Allen lay beside the lamp, comforting her, "Hang in there, Greenie. As soon as Batsy arrives, I'll turn it off."

"Allen, please don't do this… Gotham will be destroyed because of you!" Lilian pleaded.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Allen looked at her seriously. "Once you step into the path of villainy, there's no turning back."

"What are you even after?"

Lilian couldn't understand his motives—it just didn't make sense.

Allen gazed at her with innocent eyes. "I'm a lunatic. Do I need a reason?"

"…"

Lilian was momentarily speechless.

She had completely forgotten—he was a lunatic. There was no reasoning with him.

Beside them, Deathstroke felt uneasy—completely unable to predict a madman's next move.

Fighting superheroes like Batman was one thing. At least they had patterns, weaknesses to exploit.

But trying to guess what went on in a lunatic's mind? Impossible.

Suddenly, a dark figure descended from the sky.

Batman had arrived.

Without hesitation, Deathstroke stepped forward to engage him.

Click!

Allen casually flicked off the Bat-Signal. After watching their fight for a few moments, he silently slipped away.

At that same moment, across Gotham, hundreds of vampires emerged.

Bloodshot-eyed and devoid of reason, these bloodthirsty creatures had been imprisoned for too long. Now, the moment they flooded into the city, they began attacking civilians—some even storming into homes to feed.

Gotham's entire police force was wiped out within the hour.

Inside Batman's communicator, frantic voices came through:

"Young Master, emergency calls are surging! The vampires are spreading across the city!"

"Bruce, the vampires are like zombies—they infect others on contact, and they don't fear firearms! If this keeps up, Gotham will fall overnight!"

"Sir, I spotted Penguin and Riddler on the roof of Kyle Tower—they're definitely scheming something."

…

Bruce had no time to respond. He was locked in battle with Deathstroke—any lapse in focus could be fatal.

"Batman, it's over. You can't save this fallen city," Deathstroke taunted.

"Name your price. Work for me," Bruce suddenly proposed.

Deathstroke flatly refused. "I don't take jobs from enemies."

"Name your price. Let Poison Ivy go."

"One hundred million."

"Deal."

They immediately ceased fighting as Bruce requested banking details.

After a moment's hesitation, Deathstroke reported his account number—though deep down, he regretted not asking for more.

Once the transfer was confirmed, Deathstroke made a call to verify it, then casually sheathed his weapon and walked away.