"I represent the law of this city, the number one at the very top of the Supreme Court"
"Clown, I don't care who the one behind you might be, but I can guarantee that you will regret this"
After stating this, the middle-aged man's figure slowly faded away.
He disappeared from the corpse.
The Clown seemed like he still hadn't fully regained his senses as he hummed a tune while walking towards a secluded place in the bank.
There was a city map here.
"Ding ding ding, found you"
The Clown dipped his finger into a pool of blood on the ground and likely traced a mark at a certain corner of the map.
It was the address of the city court's Supreme Judge.
"A debt of blood must be paid by blood------- although it's not my debt, I'm still the collector"
The Clown muttered to himself and checked the Watch of Crime at his wrist.
